Nova
The door barely closes behind us before my back is against the wall.
Kyron’s hands are on my jaw and his mouth is on mine and I make a sound I didn’t mean to — pain shooting through my shoulder where he braced his arm.
He freezes.
Pulls back an inch.
“Fuck. Nova. I’m so —”
“Shut up, Kyron.”
I drag him back down.
He laughs into my mouth — startled, broken open — and then he’s kissing me like he was holding his breath the whole walk back. My hands are already moving. Down his shoulders, his sides, fisting in the hem of his shirt.
“Can’t wait to get me naked?” he murmurs against my lips.
I stop. Blink at him.
“Obviously.”
And tug.
He laughs again and pulls his shirt over his head. He hasn’t even gotten it to the floor before my hands are at his waistband.
“Nova —” Chuckling.
“What?”
I keep my face perfectly innocent but my fingers keep moving.
His pants are open. I’m already sliding down between him and the wall, and his palms slap flat against the wood above my head.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
I work his pants and boxers down. His abs shift when I look up at him through my lashes.
“Nova —”
“Hmm?”
I kiss the inside of his thigh.
His eyes close.
Closer.
“This is — fuck — this is not how I planned this.”
“No?”
I take him in my mouth.
The sound he makes is half growl, half my name. His hand finds my hair. His fingers shake against my scalp.
His hips don’t move.
I swirl my tongue. Take him deeper.
“Nova —”
The front door opens.
“You two love bir —”
Rane’s voice.
He stops. Stares.
I don’t stop, I just look up at him through my lashes and keep moving.
His mouth is open mid-word.
Kyron’s hand spasms in my hair.
Rane blinks once. Twice. Then a slow grin spreads across his face and he’s moving — kicking the door shut behind him, crossing the room — and he drops to his knees beside me on the rug.
“Do you have any idea,” he says, low, right against my ear, “how good you look with his cock in your mouth?”
I moan around Kyron.
Kyron’s head falls back.
“Fuck — Rane.”
“Can’t help it.” Rane is laughing softly. “It’s true.”
He kisses my neck, slow, just below my jaw. His mouth moves to my ear.
“Come on, Beautiful. Take him deeper.”
I do.
Kyron’s hips jerk.
He catches himself immediately — hand white-knuckled against the wall. His face does the apology before he can stop it. I almost laugh around him.
Rane is too pleased with himself. I can feel it in the way his mouth curves against my skin.
His hand slides around my stomach. Up. He pulls the fabric of my shirt down and the cold air on my skin makes me arch — and his fingers find my nipple at the same time and I make a sound I don’t mean to.
His other arm comes around my waist from the opposite side. He starts to turn me — slow, gentle, his palm flat against my ribs — and Kyron adjusts with him, hand still in my hair, never breaking the rhythm I’ve set.
We move as one thing.
My back leaves the wall. Rane settles behind me. His chest against my spine. His mouth at the curve of my shoulder — the good one, I notice. He’s probably been watching the bad one the whole time.
His hand slides down. Undoes my pants.
“You alright up there, Kyron?”
Kyron grunts.
Rane chuckles, low, and tugs my pants down just enough.
I pull back.
“Rane —”
“Hmm?”
I take a breath. Try to steady myself.
“We’re in the living room.”
“And?”
His hand slides between my legs.
“Ohhh, Beautiful.” His voice goes soft and wrecked. “Did having Kyron in your mouth turn you on a little?”
“Nope.” I pop the p.
Rane laughs into my hair.
“Liar.”
I feel him shift, looking up at Kyron.
“She’s fucking soaked.”
I refuse to dignify that and take Kyron deep again.
He groans. His grip tightens in my hair.
Rane pushes two fingers into me and the sound I make against Kyron is loud enough that Kyron mutters something I don’t catch.
“Good girl,” Rane whispers.
I shudder.
Kyron’s fingers massage my scalp.
“Someone likes that,” he breathes.
“Mmhmm.” Rane sounds delighted. His free hand is moving — I hear his own pants opening behind me, fabric catching, and then his palm is back at my hip, lining himself up. “You gonna take me, Beautiful? While Kyron takes your mouth?”
I arch back. “Mmhmm.”
He slides in.
I gasp — the stretch, the heat, the way my whole body lights up — and Kyron’s hand tightens in my hair and his hips finally, finally, move.
Just a little.
I can’t think. It’s overwhelming and not at the same time.
Then I feel it.
The shimmer starts at my chest first. Pale, iridescent, warm. I see it glow in the corner of my eye.
Rane’s hand still cupping my breast. He doesn’t comment. He just makes a low sound against the back of my neck like he can feel it.
Kyron looks down.
His eyes catch the gold.
Something cracks open in his face.
“Nova.”
His voice is broken.
I keep my eyes on his while Rane finds his rhythm behind me. I want him to see me. I want him to see that I’m here.
His thumb moves at my temple.
“Look at you.”
I can’t speak with my mouth full. So I take him deeper instead.
His head tips back against the wall.
“Fuck — Nova —”
Rane’s hand slides up from my hip and settles at the small of my back. Steadying. Like he’s trying to protect my shoulder. He’s holding most of my weight so I don’t have to brace.
Kyron’s breath shudders.
“Rane —” he warns.
“Good. Just means there’s time for round two.”
I moan before I can stop it.
“God, she wants that. But I’m not gonna —”
“I know.”
Rane’s free hand slides forward. Finds the place where Kyron’s hand is in my hair. Covers it.
Their fingers tangle in my hair.
I feel both of them at once — Rane’s pulse against my scalp through his palm, Kyron’s tremor through his — and something in me goes very still and very loud at the same time.
The mark blazes.
I see it on my wrist where it’s braced against Kyron’s thigh. Bright enough that it lights up the skin of his leg.
He pushes in deeper and I can’t think about the noise I make.
“Nova.” Kyron’s voice is gone. “Sweetheart, I —”
I don’t pull off. I just look up.
His face. God, his face. He’s looking at me like if he blinks I’ll be gone.
I take him as deep as I can.
I want to hear that sound again.
His hips stutter and he comes hot against my tongue. I hold his gaze the whole way through.
I swallow.
“Fuck.” He whispers and exhales like he’s been holding it too long.
Rane is still moving behind me. Slower now. His mouth at my temple.
I’m not going to last. The only thing keeping me upright is his arm across my stomach.
Kyron slides down the wall.
Not all the way — he catches himself, leans his back against it and lowers himself until he’s sitting in front of me with his hands on my face. His thumb brushes the corner of my mouth.
“Hi,” he says, hoarse.
I laugh. I can’t help it.
“Hi.”
Rane’s hand slides down between my legs from the front and I jolt — a full-body twitch — and Kyron’s hand at my jaw tightens.
“You gonna come for him?” Kyron’s voice is rough and low and my hips push back into Rane on their own.
I nod against his palm.
“Tell him.”
I make a sound.
“Tell him, Nova.”
“Rane —”
“Beautiful.” He breathes, his thrusts deepen. His fingers move. “Be my good girl.”
Kyron’s thumb brushes across my lips as I cry out.
The orgasm rolls through me as I clench hard around him. Rane curses against my shoulder and follows me, his arm crushing across my stomach, his forehead pressed hard between my shoulder blades.
I sag forward.
Kyron catches me.
He pulls me into him — careful of my shoulder — and I end up half in his lap with Rane still pressed to my back and the three of us are just breathing.
The shimmer is everywhere. My arms, my stomach, the inside of Kyron’s wrist where it rests against my cheek.
Nobody says anything for a long time.
“I’m going to need more minutes,” Rane says quietly.
I start laughing.
Kyron’s chest moves underneath my cheek — silent and real. His hand strokes the back of my neck.
“Same,” he says.
“Yeah,” I agree.
Rane’s forehead is still pressed between my shoulder blades. His hand finds mine on Kyron’s chest. Squeezes once.
“Living room,” he mumbles into my back. “I forgot about that part.”
Kyron makes a sound that is almost a laugh.
“Door wasn’t closed,” he says.
“Yeah.” Rane lifts his head finally. Looks at the door. “Yeah, knew that was gonna come back to bite me.”
I smile and close my eyes against Kyron’s chest.
His heartbeat is slowing.
“Hey, Kyron?” I say into his chest.
“Mm?”
“I’m here.”
His hand stills at my nape for a fraction of a second.
Then it starts moving again. Slower.
“I know.”