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Maybe because some part of me wanted this too.
Vale is still driving into me, still rubbing me, and the knowledge of Havoc watching only makes the pleasure hit deeper.
I can’t help it. I reach out toward him.
Havoc’s eyes flick from my face to my hand, and for one second he actually looks surprised. Then his smile turns slow and wicked.
Vale notices my arm moving and lifts his head, breathing hard. His eyes follow the line of my reach, find Havoc, and something dark flashes across his face.
But he doesn’t stop. If anything, he fucks me harder.
That’s all Havoc needs. He steps closer to the bed, still stroking himself, and takes my hand. His fingers slide between mine, then down, guiding my palm over the hard, slick length of him.
I moan at the feel of him.
Vale curses low against my throat and thrusts deep enough to make my whole body jump.
“There,” Havoc murmurs, voice rough now. “That’s it.”
He lets me touch him while Vale pounds into me, and the whole thing turns blindingly hot. One man between my thighs, one at my side, both of them breathing harder now, both of them focused on me like I’m something they can’t quite believe they get to have.
I stroke Havoc clumsily at first, too dazed, too overwhelmed, but he grins and guides me, shows me the rhythm he likes, the pressure. Vale keeps fucking me through all of it, hand still working my clit, mouth at my neck, and I can’t do anything but drown.
“You like being watched?” Havoc asks softly.
I can’t answer.
Vale answers for me with another hard thrust that makes me cry out and clamp around him.
Havoc groans at the sound, at the sight of it, and his hand covers mine on his cock, moving us together faster now. “One time might be a mistake, but two is a confession,” he says, reminding me of our encounter just this morning. And he’s not lying. I love it. I love being taken, being wrecked like this.
The room narrows to sensation. Vale filling me, hitting deep, relentless. Havoc hot and slick in my hand. My own body trembling under all of it, split open by attention and need and the raw, impossible fact of being wanted this much.
I come with a broken moan, Vale’s name falling apart on my lips while Havoc curses under his breath leans down to kiss me just as Vale buries himself deep and spills inside me, coming with me still clenching helplessly around him.
For a few seconds after, nobody moves.
We just breathe.
Vale over me, heavy and shaking.
Havoc at my side, still holding my hand.
And me in the middle of both of them, staring into the dark and knowing there is no version of my life where this should feel as right as it does.
Chapter 21
Havoc
I’ve been awake longerthan either of them knows.
Long enough to hear Lena start breathing differently before she even moved. Long enough to notice Vale twisting himself tighter and tighter in his sleep, caught in whatever fresh hell dragged him under tonight. Long enough to debate whether I was going to wake him myself just to stop the noise of it.
I almost did.
Not out of kindness. Let’s not get sentimental. Mostly because listening to Vale fight ghosts in his sleep is irritating when I’m trying to lie still and enjoy the dark in peace.
Then Lena woke first, so I stayed where I was.
