Page 91 of Cold Ignition

That edge—

That control—

It sent a sharp pulse of heat straight through him.

Rangi felt it. Of course he did.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “I felt that.”

Keanu dragged him down into another kiss, deeper this time, less fight and more need.

Because that was what this was now.

“Move,” Keanu muttered.

Rangi huffed a breath against his throat. “Bossy.”

“Do it.”

That was all it took.

Rangi shifted immediately, dragging Keanu with him, rolling them just enough to change the angle—hands firm, grounding, keeping contact as he repositioned.

“Up,” Rangi said.

Keanu pushed himself up without argument, breath still uneven, body already reacting as Rangi guided him into place.

Alexios moved then. Not watching. Not waiting. But being an active participant in all things pleasurable.

He stepped in close, one hand sliding up Keanu’s spine, steadying him as the other caught Rangi’s jaw, pulling him into a sharp, deliberate kiss that stole the next breath out of him.

Rangi groaned into it.

“Yeah,” he muttered when Alexios pulled back. “That’s more like it.”

Alexios shifted behind Keanu, hands firm on his hips now, controlling the movement, setting the pace—not passive, not secondary—central.

Engaged.

Keanu sucked in a breath as Alexios pressed closer, the contact deliberate, undeniable.

“From now, it will be the three of us,” Alexios said quietly.

“Agreed,” Keanu managed.

Rangi watched them for half a second—really watched—and something darker slid into his expression.

“Where one of us goes, we all go,” he muttered.

Alexios’s mouth curved slightly. “We might need to buy an SUV.”

Rangi huffed a laugh—then moved.

This time, it wasn’t just instinct. It was coordination.

Rangi set the rhythm—rough, grounded, driving upward with controlled force.

Alexios adjusted it—hands tightening at Keanu’s hips, guiding, matching, ensuring every movement aligned instead of colliding.