Page 71 of Cold Ignition

“I want the three of us to strip, but no touching each other,” Alexios said, voice low but steady. “Not yet.”

Rangi grinned as he moved to comply, stepping back to give them all room, and watched as both men stripped before him, and he enjoyed watching each inch of delectable skin that appeared before him.

Keanu’s startling blue eyes, dark skin, and tribal tattoos that wrapped both his forearms and thighs were a stark contrast to the paler skin of Alexios, his green eyes, dark blond hair, and the large griffin tattoo that ran up his side and over his left pectoral muscle.

When all three of them were naked, they stood for a moment, taking in the moment. Rangi felt it settle into his chest like something locking into place. This was the moment in their relationship that marked the connection between all three of them. He stepped forward, placing one hand on Alexios shoulder and his other on Keanu’s hip.

“This is going to go hard and fast.” Rangi could hear the arousal in Alexios’s voice. “This time, Rangi, I want you on your back. You’re going to let Keanu take you.”

Rangi leaned forward and took Keanu’s mouth in a quick, hot kiss before he moved to lie down on the mattress. He was all in with that plan. He settled himself in the center of the large mattress, pillow beneath his head, and watched as Keanu moved to grab the lube from the drawer beside the bed.

“And where will you be, ipo?” Rangi asked Alexios as anticipation built.

“Oh,” Alexios growled as he watched Keanu move to the mattress, and settle in between Rangi’s spread legs, already rubbing lubricant along his impressive erection with one hand, and Rangi’s ass with the other. “I’m going to be balls deep in our man here. He needs to know that he is very much a part of us, of this, and I cannot think of a better way to show that than by him being the very center of our attention, so to speak.

Rangi inhaled and exhaled a moan at those words and the feel of Keanu’s fingers readying him for possession. A heated few minutes of touches, kisses and firm strokes of hands that brought shouts of pleasure later, nearly drove Rangi out of his mind, then finally he felt the head of Keanu’s impressive erection pushing against the ring of muscle of his ass.

After a few rolls of Keanu’s hips and Rangi pushing out against him, Keanu was seated within him, and Rangi sighed at the feel of it.

“Christ, look at that,” Keanu murmured, his eyes locked on where his cock disappeared within Rangi’s body. “That is so fucking hot.”

“Yes, it is,” Alexios said as he shuffled closer to Keanu on the bed. “And it is about to get a whole lot hotter.”

Rangi grinned when Keanu froze, knowing that Alexios was making his own entrance.

“Gamó ... nióthis tóso kalá,” Alexios groaned

“Wh—what?” Keanu asked, his head thrown back, holding as still as he could.

“He swore and said you feel good,” Rangi translated. “Our man forgets his English when he’s aroused as hell.”

Rangi groaned as Keanu arched beneath him, the movement dragging him deeper, tighter—stealing the breath from his lungs and any coherent thought along with it.

“Fuck—”

The word broke out of him, rough, uncontrolled.

Alexios inhaled sharply behind them, the sound cutting through the moment as his control slipped just enough to show.

“Yes,” he said, voice low, edged, and far too steady for what was happening. His hand slid around Keanu’s torso, anchoring him, while the other closed over Rangi’s hip—firm, deliberate, claiming both of them in the same breath.

“I am definitely aroused.”

Rangi let out a breathless laugh that dissolved into another groan as Keanu moved again—no hesitation, no mercy.

“Yeah?” Rangi managed, voice wrecked. “You going to just analyze it, or—”

Alexios’s grip tightened. “Let’s see who loses control first.”

Rangi didn’t get the chance to answer.

Because Keanu shifted again, and the world snapped—tilted—and then there was nothing but heat, pressure, and the relentless, consuming rhythm that drove every other thought clean out of his head.

****

Keanu didn’t expect the command center to feel different. But it did.

Same room. Same banks of screens. Same low hum of systems running beneath everything like a second heartbeat. But today it felt different, like everything did, like it all had a different gravity. He felt it the second he stepped inside.