Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
GIDEON
Penelope follows Silas down the hall like she’s walking on a live wire, her blonde hair brushing her shoulders, brown eyes blown wide with adrenaline and want. Definitely want. She’s vibrating with it.
Talon lingers behind me, half-frozen, half-aroused, and absolutely overwhelmed.
Good.
He needs to be overwhelmed.
He needs to learn what it means to want her in this dynamic—ours—without trying to control her or punish her or run from her. He needs to understand sharing in a way that’s not theoretical or jealous or panicked.
He needs to see how we take care of her. He needs to see how she responds. He needs to understand what he’s stepping into. And she wants him here. That matters more than anything.
I step into the bedroom. Silas is already at the foot of the bed, sleeves pushed up, jaw tight with the kind of calm that would terrify any sane person. Penelope stands between us, chest rising and falling too fast, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
I look over my shoulder.
“Talon.”
He startles. “Y-yeah?”
“Inside,” I say. “The door stays open. Chair in the corner.”
He swallows hard but obeys, stepping inside like the room has gravity he can’t fight. He takes the chair in the corner, sits, knees bouncing once before he forces them still. His hands knot together in his lap.
Good. He’s doing exactly what I need him to do.
Penelope’s gaze skips between us, pupils blown wide, a flush crawling up her throat.
“This isn’t punishment,” I say softly, stepping closer to her. “Not really. This is grounding. You walked into danger alone. You ignored your phone. You came home shaken.”
Her throat moves. “I’m okay.”
“You’re not,” I say. “But you will be.”
I tilt her chin up with two fingers. “Look at me.”
She does.
“You trust us.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“You want us.”
A breath. “Yes.”
“And you want him here too.”
Her gaze slides to Talon—who looks like he’s seconds from combusting—then back to me.
“Yes.”
Silas steps behind her, hands settling on her hips, firm and unyielding. “Then we start.”
I see the exact moment her knees go soft.
“Silas,” she whispers, but it’s not a complaint—it’s surrender.
Silas lowers his head, lips brushing her shoulder. “Clothes off.”
She lifts her arms. He peels her shirt over her head, drops it on the floor. Her bra follows. Then her bottoms. Every piece lands silently until she stands between us in nothing but a tremble, blonde hair spilling down her back, skin flushed, brown eyes hazy with submission.
Talon’s breath jerks across the room, his dark eyes going molten behind his lenses, tattoos tightening over his forearms as he grips the chair.
Penelope hears it, and her breath stutters. Her eyes shine, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Good girl.
I step in front of her, hook a finger under her chin, and drag my thumb across her lower lip.
“You disappeared on us. Silas and I were ready to tear through half the city looking for you. Until I remembered you had my car.”
“I know.”
“You scared him,” I say, tipping my head toward Talon.
Her eyes flick to him again, and something soft, hungry, and protective flickers through her expression.
“Sorry,” she says quietly.
I shake my head. “Not words. Not right now. You listen. You obey. You let us remind you where you belong.”
Silas nudges her forward gently. “Bed.”
She climbs onto it on her hands and knees then rolls to her back, thighs splayed open so we can all see her glistening pussy.
Talon makes a broken, bitten-off sound in the corner that shoots straight through all three of us.
I exhale slowly, controlling every ounce of emotion in my chest.
“Talon.”
His eyes slam up to mine.
“This is your only job right now: watch. Breathe. Don’t touch. Don’t speak unless spoken to.”
His jaw flexes. “Okay.”
Silas strips and settles beside her on the bed, he strokes his fingers along her sternum, no hurry, no rush, just firm, steady possession.
“She needs release,” Silas murmurs, looking at me. “She’s been shaking since she walked in that door.”
“She’ll get it,” I reply. “Just not yet.”
My hands find the hem of my shirt, and I pull it over my head in one slow drag. I unbutton my jeans next. Her inhale stutters when the zipper lowers, her gaze locked forward like if she looks back she’ll break.
“You walked into danger,” I say quietly, stepping out of the denim. “You carried everything alone.” I kick the jeans away and lean in, voice at her ear. “You climbed on a fitting bench and spied on a woman who kills husbands.”
“I—” she starts.
“No.” I slap her mound once, then cup it possessively, thumb dragging over her clit. “You’re listening. Not talking.”
She groans.
Talon chokes.
Silas smirks.
I run my thumb over the spot I just struck. “You were reckless. Brilliant. Terrifying.”
She trembles again.
Silas leans down, breath at her ear. “You’re not alone anymore. You don’t get to act like you are.”
I slide my hand between her thighs, not touching where she needs it, just close enough she arches, desperate.
“Gideon,” she whispers, begging.
“Not yet,” I breathe.
Silas curls a hand into her hair and gently turns her face toward the foot of the bed—toward the corner where Talon sits, rigid and wide-eyed.
“Look at him,” Silas orders.
Her eyes lift to where Talon sits, wide-eyed, breath shallow, chest heaving. The moment their gazes lock, something electric snaps through the room.
Talon slowly presses his thighs together like he’s holding himself in place.
Penelope moans at the sight of him losing composure.
I drag two fingers through her folds, causing her to whimper.
Silas murmurs, “You’re going to come only when Gideon says so.”
She nods helplessly.
“And Talon…”
I look at him.
He jerks upright. “Y-yeah?”
“You don’t touch your cock until she tells you.”
His breath stops. “Okay.”
“Tell me the truth,” I say, rubbing her clit in fast circles.
Talon’s eyes darken.
“About what?”
Penelope cries out, and I stop playing with her tiny nub and sink my digits into her tight cunt. “Can you handle sharing her?”
His throat bobs. His gaze drags over her body, the way she’s arching for my hand, the way Silas holds her steady with one hand on her shoulder and one kneading her breast.
“I want her,” he whispers. “And I want her to be happy. Even if… even if that means all of us.”
Penelope makes a small, broken sound, like that confession hit her deeper than any touch.
Silas brushes her cheek with his knuckles. “Then sit back. Watch her fall apart for us. And when you’re ready… you’ll learn how to have her too.”
Talon grips the arms of the chair like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.
I lean in close to Penelope’s ear, fingers thrusting in and out of her soaked hole, her inner walls begging me to give her release.
“You’re not running into danger alone again,” I murmur. “Not when you have a team. Not when you have us.”
She shudders violently.
“Now,” I say gently, “you come.”
And she does; shaking, gasping, moaning as her whole body flexes and collapses. Penelope’s pussy grips my fingers like a vise while I rub that spot inside of her she loves.
Penelope cries out, choked and ragged.
Silas kisses her shoulder.
She folds into the sheets, breathing like she just ran a marathon.
I glance at Talon.
“You did good,” I tell him. “Now come here.”
He stands, smoothing his palms down his thighs, eyes flicking to her then away, then back again.
Penelope lifts her head, eyes softening when she sees him approach. Silas shifts, making room. And Talon kneels by the bed, touches her cheek with trembling fingers, and whispers. “I can share. I want you, all of you. However you’ll have me.”
She smiles and pulls him in for a slow kiss.
Silas and I exchange a look. This is it. The moment the four of us become something real. Something permanent. Something dangerous and unstoppable. Something like a family.