Chapter 32
TEDDY
Afew weeks after Malachi's death, the Seven Sins Carnival has settled into a new rhythm.
Dr. Morrison has cleaned house at the foundation, rooting out corruption while protecting the children who need help.
We're moving slowly across the state now, taking legitimate bookings, performing for crowds who have no idea they're watching vigilantes.
The hunt for other Prophets continues. Next target—Samuel Harlan.
Justice, it turns out, comes in many forms.
I wake up pressed between Nova and Silas in what used to be his trailer and is now officially ours.
The new bed barely fit when we bought it—we had to remove half the furniture just to get it through the door.
But lying here with Nova's auburn hair tickling my chest and Silas's arm heavy around my waist, I can't imagine sleeping any other way.
“Morning, sunshine,” Nova murmurs against my throat, already half-awake.
Silas stirs behind me, his lips finding the back of my neck. “Someone's eager,” he observes, noting my morning erection pressed against Nova's hip.
“Can you blame me?” I shift to face him, marveling at how natural this feels now. Months ago, I was Special Agent Coleman, straight as an arrow, living a compartmentalized life. Now I'm Teddy, and I belong to both of them completely.
“Lucky us,” Nova laughs, sliding her leg over my thigh. “We managed to corrupt a federal agent so thoroughly he forgot he was supposed to arrest us.”
“I never forgot,” I protest, kissing her nose. “I just found better priorities.”
Silas's hand slides down my back. “Speaking of priorities...” His voice drops to that rough register that makes my pulse race. “Nova had an interesting idea.”
I look between them, noting the way Nova bites her lower lip—her tell when she's nervous or aroused. Usually both. “What kind of idea?”
“Well,” she begins, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest, “we've done a lot of exploring these past few weeks...”
“A lot,” Silas agrees with a wicked grin.
“But there's something I've been thinking about. Something I dreamed about last night.” She meets my eyes directly. “I want to watch you fuck Silas.”
My cock jerks at her words, already hard length growing impossibly harder. The image she paints sends fire straight through my veins—Silas underneath me, Nova watching us with those green eyes dark with want.
“You want me to top?” I ask, surprised by how much the idea appeals to me.
Silas's smile is sharp, predatory. “Think you can handle it, Agent Coleman?”
The challenge in his voice makes my dick harder than I believed possible.
Over the past weeks, Silas has been the dominant one in most of our encounters—the one who orchestrates our pleasure, who controls the pace and positioning.
But watching him now, seeing the heat in his eyes at Nova's suggestion, I realize he wants this too.
“Oh, I can handle it,” I tell him, rolling over until I'm straddling his hips. “Question is whether you can.”
His laugh is dark. “Guess we'll find out.”
Nova sits up against the headboard, making no attempt to hide her arousal as she watches us. Her hands roam over her own body, tweaking her nipples through the thin tank top she wore to bed.
“This is already so hot,” she breathes. “You two together... God, I'm so wet just thinking about it.”
I lean down to capture Silas's mouth, pouring weeks of want and newfound dominance into the kiss. He responds immediately, his hands fisting in my hair, but I don't let him take control. Instead, I pin his wrists above his head and deepen the kiss until we're both breathing hard.
“Stay,” I command when I pull back.
His pupils dilate at the authoritative tone. “Yes, sir.”
The title sends electricity shooting through my nervous system. I've never had anyone call me that in bed before—never wanted the kind of control it implies. But with Silas, with Nova watching us like we're the most erotic thing she's ever seen, it feels right.
I release his wrists and trail my mouth down his throat, tasting salt and that masculine scent that's purely him. His tattoos provide a roadmap as I work lower, following the dark ink across his chest and abs.
“Teddy,” he groans when I bite down on his nipple. “Fuck, that's good.”
“We're just getting started.” I reach for the lube on the nightstand—a permanent fixture now—and squeeze some onto my fingers. “Nova, come help me stretch him out.”
She moves eagerly, positioning herself beside us. “What do you want me to do?”
“Kiss him,” I instruct, working one slick finger inside Silas. “Keep him distracted while I get him ready.”
Nova captures his mouth while I work my finger deeper, searching for that spot that will make him fall apart. When I find his prostate, his whole body jerks upward, a broken sound escaping into Nova's mouth.
“Found it,” I murmur with satisfaction.
I add a second finger, stretching him carefully while Nova alternates between kissing him and whispering filthy encouragement in his ear. Silas is usually so controlled, so composed, but watching him come undone under our combined attention is intoxicating.
“More,” he gasps against Nova's lips. “I can take more.”
I add a third finger, scissoring them to stretch him wider. “So greedy. You love having your ass played with, don't you?”
“Yes,” he admits without shame. “Love it when you touch me there.”
Nova pulls back to watch his face as I work him open, her own breathing growing ragged. “Look how pretty you are, taking Teddy's fingers. Such a good boy.”
The praise makes him moan, his cock leaking steadily against his stomach. I can tell he's ready—muscles relaxed, hips rocking back against my hand—but I'm not quite done torturing him yet.
“I think he's ready,” Nova says, echoing my thoughts. “Are you ready to take Teddy's cock, baby?”
“Fuck yes,” Silas pants. “Need it. Need him inside me.”
I withdraw my fingers and slick my cock with more lube, positioning myself at his entrance. “Look at me,” I command.
His blue eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with want. “Teddy, please—”
I push forward slowly, watching his face transform as I breach him. The tight heat engulfs me inch by inch, and it takes every ounce of control I have not to slam forward and bury myself completely.
“Damn,” I breathe. “You feel incredible.”
“So do you,” he gasps, his back arching as I sink deeper. “So thick, so perfect...”
Nova's hands roam both our bodies as I bottom out, her touch adding another layer of sensation to an already overwhelming experience. “You're both so beautiful,” she murmurs. “Teddy, start moving. I want to watch you fuck him.”
I pull back and thrust forward, establishing a rhythm that has Silas crying out beneath me. Each stroke hits his prostate, making his cock twitch against his belly, precum pooling on his abs.
“That's it,” Nova encourages, her hand sliding between her own legs. “Fuck him just like that. Make him fall apart for us.”
I pick up the pace, driven by her words and the desperate sounds Silas is making. He's completely surrendered to the pleasure, his usual dominance replaced by pure need.
“You like this, don't you?” I ask, angling my thrusts to nail his sweet spot. “Like being the one getting fucked for once?”
“Love it,” he gasps. “Love your cock, love how you feel inside me—”
“Such a good boy,” Nova praises, leaning down to suck one of his nipples. “Taking Teddy so well.”
I can feel my orgasm building, pressure coiling low in my belly, but I'm not ready for this to end. I want to watch Silas come first, want to feel him fall apart around my cock.
I reach between us and wrap my hand around his length, stroking in time with my thrusts. He cries out, his hips bucking up into my grip.
“Come for me,” I command, my voice rough with exertion. “Let Nova watch you come on my cock.”
“Teddy, I'm—oh fuck, I'm—”
He explodes between us with a broken shout, painting his chest and abs with thick ropes of cum. The feeling of him clenching around me, combined with the visual of him completely undone, pushes me over the edge.
I bury myself deep and follow him into bliss, filling him with pulse after pulse of my release. The intensity of it steals my breath, makes my vision blur at the edges. As if from a distance, I hear Nova's cries of ecstasy.
We collapse together in a tangle of sweat-slick limbs, all three of us breathing hard. Nova immediately curls against my side, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder.
“That was so fucking hot,” she breathes. “Watching you take control like that, seeing Silas fall apart... God, I came so hard just from watching.”
I press my face into her hair, still catching my breath. “That was incredible.”
Silas makes a sound of agreement from beneath us, his chest still heaving. “Definitely need to do that again. Soon.”
Nova laughs, the sound bright and happy. “I love us. I love this. I love having both my boys.”
Her boys. The possessive claim sends warmth spreading through my chest. Because that's what we are now—hers, each other's, a family forged in darkness but sustained by light.
“I love you too,” I tell her, the words coming easily.
“Both of you,” Silas adds, his arm tightening around us.
We lie there in comfortable silence, watching dust motes dance in the morning light filtering through the trailer windows. Outside, I can hear the carnival waking up—distant voices, the hum of generators, the eternal rhythm of our nomadic life.
Three months ago, I was hunting these people. Now I can't imagine being anywhere else. This isn't the life I planned. It's better. Messier, more complicated, ethically questionable in a dozen different ways. But it's mine. Ours. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.