18. Chapter 18
Wren
Theo takes another step closer, his gaze shifting between us. The energy in the narrow space changes, becoming charged with possibility. I can feel the heat radiating from both men, the tension vibrating between them.
"I count three patches for me so far," Theo says, his voice dropping lower. "How many have you claimed, Wolf?"
"Just two," Jace admits, his thumb tracing circles on my exposed skin. "But I think we both know this isn't really about collecting patches anymore."
Something passes between them—an understanding, a decision made without words. Theo moves closer until he's standing directly behind me, creating a warm wall at my back while Jace remains pressed against my front.
"I think," Theo murmurs, his breath warm against my neck, "that some prizes are worth more than winning a game."
His hands settle on my hips, fingers slipping beneath the harness straps. I'm surrounded, caught between them, and it's exactly where I want to be. My body thrums with anticipation, with need so intense it's almost painful.
Jace's eyes find mine, questioning. "Is this okay?" he asks softly. "Do you want this?"
I nod, the movement emphatic, leaving no room for doubt. I want this. I want them. Both of them, here, now.
"Use the lights if you need to," Theo reminds me, his lips brushing against my shoulder. "Green for go, yellow to slow down—"
"Red to stop," Jace finishes. "We'll watch for it."
Their concern touches something deep inside me. Even in this moment of raw desire, they're making sure I'm comfortable, that I'm in control. I reach up and press the button on my harness strap, making the light glow bright green.
Theo chuckles against my skin. "Message received, loud and clear."
His hands become more insistent, sliding up my sides until they brush the undersides of my breasts.
At the same time, Jace leans in to reclaim my mouth, his kiss deep and searching.
I'm caught in a perfect storm of sensation—Theo's hands exploring my body from behind, Jace's mouth demanding against mine.
"I think," Jace says between kisses, "that NeedleAndVice has earned the right to claim his prize. He's collected the most patches, after all."
Theo's hands pause in their exploration. "Are you conceding, Wolf?"
"Let's call it... recognizing when someone deserves a reward," Jace replies, his eyes never leaving mine. There's something in his gaze—knowledge, understanding, a promise for later.
"Well," Theo says, and I can hear the smile in his voice, "I won't turn down a victory, however it comes."
His hands move to the clasp of my mask, fingers gentle as they find the hidden mechanism. "May I?" he asks, and the reverence in his voice makes my heart stutter.
I hesitate, just for a moment. Once the mask comes off, there's no going back. The fantasy ends. Reality begins. But maybe that's exactly what I need.
I nod, giving permission.
Theo unfastens the mask slowly, carefully, as if unwrapping something infinitely precious. I feel the weight lift from my face, the cool air against my skin as he removes it completely. The wig comes with it, attached to the elaborate design, leaving my pink hair to fall free around my face.
There's a moment of silence, of stillness, as Theo processes what he's seeing. Who he's seeing.
"Wren?" he whispers, his voice filled with wonder and confusion. "You're... you're Vanta?"
I turn in their embrace to face him fully, no longer hiding behind chains or crystals or careful anonymity. I watch the realization dawn in his eyes—the pieces clicking into place just as they did for Jace earlier.
"And Silence," Jace adds quietly. "She's Silence too."
Theo's eyes widen further, darting between us. "You knew?"
"I figured it out during the hunt," Jace admits. "The way she moves, the tactics she used... it all made sense suddenly."
I wait for shock, for disappointment, for the inevitable questions about why. Instead, Theo's expression shifts into something like awe.
"Three women," he says softly. "The barista who never speaks. The sniper who saves our asses in the game. The cam girl who drives me crazy without saying a word." His hand comes up to cup my face, thumb tracing my lower lip. "And they're all you."
The acceptance in his voice, the wonder rather than judgment, makes something break open inside me. I lean into his touch, my eyes closing briefly as relief washes through me.
"I always knew you were extraordinary," he continues, leaning in until his forehead rests against mine. "I just didn't realize how many ways."
His lips find mine in a kiss that's surprisingly gentle, almost reverent. I melt into it, my hands coming up to frame his face, holding him to me. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire, but there's something else there too—respect, admiration, genuine affection.
"I think," Jace says, his voice rough with emotion, "we should take this somewhere more comfortable."
The suggestion breaks the momentary spell, reminding me that we're still on set, still technically being filmed for the calendar.
But the game has changed now. The masks are off—literally and figuratively.
What happens next isn't about Vanta or ObsidianWolf or NeedleAndVice. It's about us. Wren and Jace and Theo.
I step back from them both, suddenly uncertain. This is uncharted territory. I've never let anyone this close in a long time. The vulnerability is terrifying.
But then Jace takes my hand, his touch gentle but sure. "We can stop right now if you want," he says. "No questions asked. Or..."
"Or we can continue this somewhere private," Theo finishes, taking my other hand. "Your choice, Wren. Always your choice."
I look between them, these two men who have somehow become so important to me in such different ways. Jace with his quiet intensity, his careful consideration, his protective instincts. Theo with his playful charm, his persistent warmth, his determination to break through my walls.
I squeeze both their hands and nod, making my decision.
We find our way off the set, through the studio to one of the private rooms. It's dimly lit, with a large bed dominating the space and equipment set up for camming, though it isn’t on and I have no intentions of turning it on.
The sheets are a deep midnight blue that reminds me of the Wasteland Chronicles night sky.
The door closes behind us with a soft click, and suddenly the reality of what we're about to do hits me. My pulse quickens, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation making my skin hum.
Jace approaches first, his movements careful as he reaches for the clasp of his own mask. "Fair is fair," he says, removing it completely.
Even though I already knew it was him, seeing his face fully—those dark eyes, the strong stubbled line of his jaw, the slight flush across his cheekbones—makes my breath catch.
He's beautiful in a way that has nothing to do with conventional attractiveness and everything to do with the intensity behind his eyes.
Theo follows suit, discarding his mask with less ceremony. His smile is as cocky as ever, but there's vulnerability beneath it now, a rare openness that makes him seem younger, more real.
"So," he says, breaking the silence. "Three women in one. I think that deserves three times the attention, don't you, Jace?"
Jace's lips quirk in a small smile. "For once, I actually agree with you."
They move together, approaching me from either side.
Jace's hands find the remaining clasps of my outfit, while Theo's fingers trace the harness straps across my back.
With careful coordination, they begin to remove the final pieces of my costume, exposing more and more of my skin to the cool air and their heated gazes.
When the last patch falls away, I stand before them completely bare except for the intricate web of harness straps. I should feel exposed, vulnerable, but instead I feel powerful. Desired. Seen.
"Beautiful," Jace murmurs, his eyes taking in every inch of me.
"Fucking perfect," Theo agrees, his voice rougher with want.
They're still mostly clothed, their tactical outfits hiding too much of them from my hungry gaze. I reach for Theo first, finding the fasteners of his top and working them open with determined fingers. Jace needs no invitation to do the same, stripping off his own gear with efficient movements.
Soon we're all skin and heat and desperate hands. Theo pulls me against him for a kiss that steals my breath, all tongue and teeth and hunger. When he releases me, Jace is there, turning me into his arms, his mouth softer but no less insistent.
They work in perfect tandem, as if they've done this before—Theo's hands on my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they harden into sensitive peaks; Jace's fingers between my thighs, finding the slick heat there and drawing a soft gasp from my lips.
We tumble onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and desire. Theo positions himself behind me, his chest pressed against my back, while Jace settles between my spread thighs. They're both hard, both ready, both looking at me with such hunger that it makes my body clench with need.
"Tell us what you want," Jace says, his voice low and serious. "However you can."
I don't need words to tell them what I want. My body speaks for me as I reach for Jace, drawing him closer while pressing back against Theo's hardness. My intentions couldn't be clearer if I'd shouted them.
Jace understands immediately. He reaches down to his bedside table, pulls out a condom packet, tears it open with his teeth, and rolls the latex down to the base of his cock.
His eyes darken as he positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock sliding through my wetness.
The sensation makes me arch, a silent gasp escaping my lips.
Behind me, Theo's hands caress my sides, his lips tracing patterns across my shoulders.