Page 70 of Cold Ignition

Keanu huffed a quiet breath. “Yeah, and now we have a way in.”

“Yeah,” Rangi shot back. “But I still don’t like the fact that you are inside the wire by yourself.”

Alexios stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “You never like it when those you love are in danger.”

Rangi’s gaze snapped to his. Alexios met it. Unflinching.

“It’s worse when there is nothing I can do to protect you.” Rangi looked between the two men who held his heart between them. “Either of you.”

A weighted silence settled again—but this time it wasn’t just heavy. It was thick. Alive. And Rangi could feel it under his skin.

His gaze slid to Keanu.

Still standing near the door. Still holding himself just slightly apart. Like he wasn’t sure where he fit in this space yet.

Rangi’s chest tightened. Not this time.

He crossed the distance in two strides, caught Keanu by the front of his shirt and pulled him in.

The kiss wasn’t tentative, and there was no question. It was a firm statement of intent. Keanu went still for half a breath—then responded, heat and intent snapping into place like it had always been there waiting.

Rangi felt it—felt him—felt the choice in it. This kiss was deep, hot, and a pure show of arousal and dominance from both of them. Rangi reached up and gripped Keanu’s face, and tilted his head to the angle he needed and reveled in the moan of pleasure that came through his lover’s mouth.

He heard Alexios move then, to step in close, one hand sliding to the back of Keanu’s neck, the other settling at Rangi’s hip—drawing them together, not apart.

“That is so hot,” Alexios said quietly. “Watching the two of you kissing like this, devouring each other, makes me so damn hard.”

Rangi felt the shift immediately. Alexios wasn’t taking over. He was directing them. It was subtle and precise, and a huge damn turn-on. Being the dominant player in their love was not his natural role, but when he did take control, he made it so fucking good.

Rangi adjusted without thinking, his body aligning with the pressure of Alexios’s hand, moving his mouth to find the sensitive skin of Keanu’s neck—less about heat, more about connection.

Keanu’s hands came up—one at Rangi’s waist, the other catching Alexios’s wrist like he was grounding himself in both of them at once.

“Yeah,” Keanu breathed. “Like that.”

Alexios’s gaze sharpened slightly, tracking every response.

“Listen to your body,” he said quietly. “Don’t rush it.”

Rangi almost laughed.

Almost.

Because the irony of Alexios—who had very little patience—telling someone not to rush anything wasn’t lost on him.

Rangi’s hands moved with more intent now, mapping Keanu instead of just taking him, learning the lines of him, the reactions, the way he leaned into some touches and held steady through others.

Alexios adjusted them both—guiding Keanu’s stance, shifting Rangi’s angle, creating space and closing it again in a rhythm that felt ... designed.

Alexio then pulled Rangi away, putting space between the three of them.

Keanu’s breath hitched, his grip tightening slightly. “Don’t stop,” he said, quieter now but no less certain.

Rangi’s mouth curved against his skin. “Only for a minute, tāku manawa.”

Alexios’s hand slid along Keanu’s jaw, turning his face slightly. “Look at me.”

Keanu did. Immediately. Rangi felt his dick shift again.