Chapter 18
SILAS
The metal door of the holding trailer creaks open, and I step inside with Nova close behind me. The space smells like rust and fear—every Prophet we've held here has left their mark in sweat and desperation. But tonight's occupant is different.
Teddy Coleman sits upright against the far wall, his wrists zip-tied behind his back and secured to a metal ring.
Someone stripped him down to his boxers while he was unconscious, and I have to admit the view isn't terrible.
His chest is broader than I expected, scarred in places that speak of military service, with dark hair trailing down his stomach.
The moment he sees us, his spine straightens. His hazel eyes track Nova's movement with unmistakable interest, lingering on the curves visible through her black tank top. Then his gaze shifts to me, and there's heat there too—confusion mixed with want.
“Well, well.” I close the door behind us. “Look who's awake.”
Nova circles him like a predator, her boots silent on the metal floor. “Comfortable, Agent Coleman?”
“I've been in worse situations.” His voice is steady, but there's a roughness to it that suggests otherwise.
“Have you now?” I move to his other side, completing the circle. “The question is, what shall we do with you?”
Teddy's breathing has quickened, though he's trying to hide it. His eyes dart between Nova and me, pupils dilated despite the harsh overhead light.
Nova tilts her head, studying him. “His cock is hard.”
I follow her gaze and smirk. She's right—there's a very obvious tent in his boxers that he can't hide in his current position. “Looks like he's attracted to you, Nova.”
“Just me?” She steps closer to Teddy, close enough that her legs brush his knees. “I don't think so.”
I crouch down beside him, bringing my face level with his. This close, I can see the flecks of green in his hazel eyes, can feel the heat radiating from his skin. “She's got a point. Your dick hard for her, Agent Coleman? Or for me?”
Teddy's jaw works, but no sound comes out. His chest rises and falls faster now, and I can practically feel the war raging inside him.
“Can't decide?” I reach out and trace my finger along his collarbone, feeling him shiver. “That's interesting. Most men know exactly who gets them going.”
“Maybe he's not most men,” Nova says. She drops to her knees in front of him, close enough that her breath fans across his chest. “Maybe Agent Coleman here likes his options open.”
Teddy finally finds his voice. “What do you want from me?”
“Wrong question.” I grip his chin, forcing him to look at me. “The question is what we want to do to you. And seeing as you're enjoying this so much...” I glance pointedly at his impressive erection. “I think we can have some fun with this.”
“I'm not—” Teddy starts, but Nova's hand cups him through his boxers, and the words die in his throat.
“You're not what? Not hard? Not wanting this?” She squeezes gently, and he groans. “Your body tells a different story.”
I watch his face as she tortures him with featherlight touches. The conflict there is beautiful—desire warring with his sense of right and wrong, his training battling against his need.
“Here's what I think,” I say, moving behind him. My hands settle on his shoulders, kneading the tense muscles there. “I think Agent Coleman here has been watching us. Following us. Getting off on our shows.”
Teddy's head lolls, and I feel him trembling. “You don't know what you're talking about.”
“Don't I?” I lean closer, my lips brushing his temple. “Tell me you haven't thought about what it would feel like to be between us. To have Nova's mouth on you while I hold you down.”
Nova's hand slides inside his boxers, and Teddy's hips buck involuntarily. “He's leaking,” she observes. “Poor thing. How long has it been since someone touched you like this?”
“I won't—” Teddy gasps as she strokes him properly. “I won't tell you anything.”
“We're not asking you to.” I grip his hair, tilting his head back to meet my eyes. “We're just going to play with you for a while. See how much you can take before you break.”
Nova withdraws her hand, and Teddy actually whimpers at the loss. She brings her fingers to her mouth, tasting him, and his eyes go dark with want.
“Sweet,” she murmurs. “I wonder what the rest of you tastes like.”
“Please,” Teddy breathes, and I'm not sure if he's begging us to stop or continue.
“Please what?” I ask, my grip on his hair tightening. “Please let you come? Please put you out of your misery?”
Nova hooks her fingers in the waistband of his boxers. “Or maybe you want us to strip these off? Give us better access?”
Teddy's entire body is shaking now, caught between shame and desperate need. “I don't understand what's happening to me.”
“That's the point.” I release his hair and move around to face him again. “You came here thinking you were the hunter. Turns out you're just a pretty thing for us to break.”
Nova tugs his boxers down just enough to free his cock, and Teddy hisses at the cool air. He's bigger than I expected, flushed and weeping at the tip.
“Look at that,” I say admiringly. “All for us?”
“Both of you,” Teddy admits in a broken whisper. “Fuck, what's wrong with me?”
“Nothing's wrong with you.” Nova wraps her hand around him again, her grip just shy of what he needs. “You're just being honest about what you want.”
I watch her work him with a sensual cruelty—bringing him to the edge only to pull back, leaving him gasping and desperate. His eyes never leave mine, as if he's seeking permission or absolution for what his body craves.
“You know what I think?” I crouch down again, close enough that our faces are inches apart. “I think you've been dreaming about this. About us using you however we want.”
Teddy's breathing is ragged now, his hips trying to thrust into Nova's grip. “Yes,” he gasps. “God, yes.”
“Then why don't you ask nicely?” I suggest, my voice silk over steel. “Beg us to let you come.”
The war in his eyes intensifies, but his need wins out. “Please. I need—I can't—”
“You can't what?” Nova's thumb circles his tip, and he nearly sobs.
“I can't take anymore. Please, just—please let me come.”
I exchange a look with Nova over his head. She grins, wicked and sharp.
“No,” we say in perfect unison.
Teddy's eyes fly wide as Nova releases him completely, leaving him throbbing and desperate. The sound he makes is pure anguish.
“Maybe later,” I tell him, standing and brushing imaginary dust off my hands. “If you're a good boy.” His cock jerks at that word. A praise kink. Interesting.
“But I thought—” Teddy stares at us in disbelief, his cock still hard, aching and dripping.
“You thought we'd reward you for snooping around?” I ask, reaching for the zip ties behind his back. “We are going to have some fun with you first.”
The plastic cuts easily under my knife, and Teddy's arms drop forward with relief. Before he can get his bearings, I haul him upright by his shoulder, his cock bobbing as I manhandle him toward the metal chair.
“Turn around,” I command, spinning him so he's facing away from the chair. I pull his boxers all the way down. “Sit.”
“What are you—”
“Sit the opposite way. Straddle it.”
Confusion flickers across his face, but his body obeys before his mind catches up. He settles onto the chair, legs spread wide on either side, his ass completely exposed. The position leaves him vulnerable in ways that make his breathing hitch.
“What are you doing?” Panic edges into his voice as I move behind him.
“Relax.” My hands settle on his hips, holding him steady. “You're going to like this.”
I spread his ass cheeks with my thumbs, and he jolts forward like he's been electrified. “Crowley—”
“Shh.” I lean down and let saliva gather on my lips before letting it drop onto his tight hole.
The sound he makes is pure want—a low moan that rumbles up from his chest. His entire body shudders as the wetness hits his skin.
“Nova,” I call without taking my eyes off Teddy's perfect ass. “Come wet my fingers.”
She appears at my side with that sly smile, hiking up her black skirt. No panties, of course. My girl knows what she's about.
I slide two fingers deep into her slick heat, and she gasps, rocking against my hand. Teddy twists to watch, his eyes going dark at the sight of Nova's arousal coating my fingers.
I withdraw slowly, holding my glistening fingers up for him to see. “You'll love this. Nova's juices make the perfect lube.”
Teddy's body jerks at my words. He's torn between watching Nova and anticipating what's coming next.
I position myself behind him again, my wet finger circling his rim. He's tight—impossibly tight—and when I press inside, just the tip, his whole body goes rigid.
“Breathe,” I murmur, working my finger slowly deeper. “Let me in.”
Nova drops to her knees in front of him, bringing herself to his eye level. Her green eyes are bright with fascination as she watches his face transform.
“He loves it,” she tells me, her voice husky. “His cock is leaking so much it's dripping.”
She's right. Teddy's dick is weeping steadily now, his hips making tiny, involuntary movements as he tries to process the sensation of my finger inside him while Nova watches.
I work deeper, searching, and when I find that sweet spot—
“Fuck!” Teddy's entire body jerks forward, his muscles clamping down on my finger.
“There it is,” I say with satisfaction, rubbing over his prostate again. “Feel good, Agent Coleman?”
Teddy can't even form words anymore. He's caught between Nova's hungry gaze and the relentless pressure of my finger against his most sensitive spot, his body trembling with the effort of staying upright.
“Look at him,” Nova breathes, reaching out to trace a finger along his jaw. “Completely wrecked, and we've barely started.”
I work my finger deeper, and Teddy's entire body shudders. Each stroke against his prostate draws another desperate sound from his throat.
“He has a lovely cock,” Nova observes, her eyes tracking the steady drip of precum. “I can't wait to see him explode.”
Teddy moans at her words, his hips pushing back against my hand even as he tries to resist. The sound he makes is pure need—raw and unfiltered.
“Maybe you should suck on it while I finger him.” I add a second finger, feeling him stretch around me. “Suck the cum right out of him.”
“Please.” Teddy's voice cracks on the word. “God, please, I need—”
“Look at that, Nova.” I scissor my fingers, making him gasp. “Begging for your mouth. Are you going to give him what he wants?”
Nova trails a finger along his shaft, barely touching. “I don't know. He looks so pretty when he's desperate.”
“Please,” Teddy repeats, his voice wrecked. “I'll do anything. Tell you anything. Just—”
“Anything?” Nova's smile is wicked as she cups his balls gently, rolling them in her palm.
Teddy practically sobs at the contact, his whole body trembling. “Yes. Anything.”
“We'll need to get him on his knees,” I say, withdrawing my fingers slowly. Teddy whimpers at the loss. “On the floor. Now.”
We maneuver him down, and he goes willingly, too far gone to resist. On his hands and knees with his ass in the air, he looks exactly like what he is—ours to use.
I slide three fingers back inside him, and his back arches beautifully. Nova positions herself beneath him, her tongue darting out to taste the precum beading at his tip.
“Fuck!” Teddy's arms shake with the effort of holding himself up.
Nova takes her time, licking long stripes up his shaft while I work him open. Each press against his prostate makes his cock jump in her mouth, and she hums her appreciation.
“Such a good boy,” she murmurs between licks. “Taking Silas's fingers so well.”
I curl my fingers just right, and Teddy's hips buck forward into Nova's waiting mouth. She takes him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth, and the sight makes my own cock throb.
“That's it,” I encourage, setting a steady rhythm. “Let go. Give her what she wants.”
Teddy's breathing goes ragged, his muscles tensing. “I'm going to—I can't—”
“Come for us,” I command, pressing hard against his prostate. “Now.”
His orgasm hits him like a freight train. His whole body convulses as he empties himself into Nova's mouth, pulse after pulse while I milk him from the inside, ragged groans leaving his throat.
Nova's eyes flutter closed as she takes it all.
“Wait,” I tell her, withdrawing my fingers from Teddy's trembling body. “Don't swallow yet.”
I move around to face them both. Teddy's collapsed onto his forearms, panting heavily, but his eyes track my movement with hazy interest.
Nova rises to her knees, her mouth still full, and I pull her against me. Our lips meet in a filthy kiss, and she parts them to share Teddy's release with me. The taste is bitter-sweet on my tongue as we pass it between us, making a show of it.
Teddy watches with wide eyes, looking completely wrecked. His cock gives a valiant twitch despite being spent.
When we finally break apart, Nova licks her lips clean. “Delicious.”
“Back in the chair,” I order Teddy, who moves like a man in a dream.
We secure him with fresh zip ties, leaving him naked and exposed. His skin is flushed, and there's a dazed satisfaction in his eyes that makes me want to start all over again.
“Sit tight,” I tell him, adjusting the bonds to ensure he can't escape. “See you soon.”
Nova winks at him as we head for the door. “Don't go anywhere.”
The metal door clangs shut behind us, and Nova loops her arm through mine as we walk away.
“I think breaking him is going to be a lot of fun,” she says, her voice full of dark promise.
I pull her closer. “I couldn't agree more, baby.”