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Siobhan

Ever since I fled Lyari and went into hiding, I’ve fought against being known. Losing the two most important people in my life to violence at the hand of my sister? Even after my scars from the fire faded away to nothingness, the ones from Morrigan’s betrayal live on.

I never meant to fall for Bastian, to let him through my walls filled with spikes and traps designed to keep me safe. I certainly never meant to let my friendship with Nox turn into something more.

And yet the joy I feel now, in Nox’s bed with their mouth between my thighs, Bastian’s naked body pressed to mine…it’s indescribable. I feel like a great, greedy beast, wanting to devour each moment of this pleasure and keep it tucked away inside me forever. I’ve leaped from a high place, and there may be an inevitable crash in my future, but in the meantime, all I feel is the impulse to go faster, harder.

Nox lifts their head, the bottom half of their face wet with my desire. They look at me and then Bastian, something vulnerable and overwhelming in their gray eyes. “I want to fuck you. Both of you.”

I can’t quite manage to be cool and collected when they talk like that. “At the same time?”

“Yes.”

Bastian’s already nodding. “I want that, too.” He kisses me, his fingers still moving over my pussy, pressing inside for the briefest moment before retreating again. He’s always been a tease when he gets riled. “I want to fuck you while Nox fucks us.”

My mind goes blessedly, perfectly blank. There’s only one answer, and I can barely get it out in my need. “Yes.”

Nox shifts over and takes Bastian’s cock into their mouth, sucking him deep. His grip goes tight on my hair. “Fuck, Nox, please. I need—” He cuts himself off as they lift their head and then rise. When Bastian begs, it’s a beautiful thing, but he’s not quite there yet.

We both sit up to watch Nox pad to their cabinet and dig through the drawers. When they bend over, displaying their pert little ass, I can’t help the hungry sound I make. They’ve tasted me, and as pleasurable as that was, I want to get my mouth on them, to lick my way down their spine, to press their cheeks wide and kiss them there until they squirm and moan, to cover their sex with my mouth and find out exactly what rhythm, what pressure makes their back bow and their fingers dig into my hair.

“Better hurry, Nox.” Bastian’s voice is ragged. “Otherwise, Siobhan is going to take you right there.”

They stand, a contraption hanging from their fingertips and a bottle of lube in their other hand. “Trust me when I say you’re not going to want to rush me through this.” They return to the bed, some of their customary swagger back in place. I don’t know if it’s a sign that they’re masking their true feelings or if this is them relaxing into what we’re doing.

The thought bothers me. I clear my throat. “You don’t have to pretend with us, Nox.”

Instead of retreating, they smile slowly. “I know, love.”

Love.

There’s no time to let that word wash over me because Bastian has leaned forward, curiosity lighting his beautiful face. “This isn’t like any strap I’ve seen.”

“It’s custom.”

They lightly fondle one of the trio of long, thick lengths attached to the straps. Even as we watch, it appears to squirm to life, growing and rolling with…“Water.”

“The very same.” Nox licks their lips. “Fuck you, fuck myself…A lot of fucking in our future.”

I see what they mean immediately. The third length isn’t positioned outward—it’s attached on the inner side, meant to penetrate Nox while they penetrate us. I shiver. “You are a genius, and it terrifies me.”

“Remember that next time I come up with a brilliant and questionable plan.” They lean down and press a quick kiss to my lips and then grab Bastian’s chin. “I want Siobhan on her back, you on top. Get her ready for us, Bastian.”

It’s as if their words unlock something in him. He pushes me back and slides down my body to press two fingers into me and cover my clit with his mouth. Bastian has always loved foreplay, and he’s not fucking around right now, licking me everywhere.

I can barely keep my eyes open as pleasure tightens through me, but watching Nox put on the strap is worth the effort. They move efficiently—except when Bastian sucks hard on my clit as he curls his fingers inside me, surprising a moan from me.

Nox pauses, their gaze so intense that I swear I can feel it on my skin…then I realize I am feeling it on my skin, air brushing over my nipples, not quite a true touch, but pleasurable enough to make me squirm. At least until I register exactly what they’re doing.

I dig my hand into Bastian’s hair and tug until he pauses. “Nox.” My voice breaks in the middle of their name, and I have to try again. “No magic, Nox. It’s not worth the risk to you.”

They smile, the expression lighting up their face with warmth. “You don’t have to worry about me, at least not with this. It’s barely a whisper of power, and even with the concentration to move three separate appendages, it’s truly no effort at all.” They finish fastening the strap around their narrow hips and close their eyes, humming a little. “Mmm, that feels good.”

I open my mouth to continue arguing, but Bastian bites my thigh, opposite where Nox bit me earlier, and says, “Trust them, Siobhan. They’re telling the truth, aren’t you, Nox?”

Nox opens their eyes, and the two cocks on the front of their strap stir to life. “I could fuck you both for days before I start to feel the strain. Tonight won’t come close to draining me.”

There’s a part of me that doesn’t quite believe them, but I have to push it down deep inside me. Right now is about trust, and interrogating them might be reassuring, but it will put a damper on what happens next. So I swallow my questions down and nod. “I’m taking you at your word.”

“Thank you.” Nox turns the bottle and coats each of the cocks in lube. “Bastian.”

He doesn’t need further clarification. He tugs me to the edge of the bed and presses my thighs wide. For a beat, he stares at my pussy as if he might descend again, but Nox strokes their hands down his chest to grip his cock. They pause. “I’m assuming you’ve taken precautions to avoid pregnancy.”

“I have,” I manage.

“Good.” Their chin fits neatly on his shoulder as they drag his cock through my folds. He’s so tense, I don’t think he’s breathing. Nox rubs him lightly against my clit. “I like seeing you like this. Both of you.” They press him to my entrance and then inside.

My eyes threaten to flutter closed, but I force them open. I don’t want to miss a single moment of this. Even as Bastian thrusts slowly into me, he turns his head to kiss Nox. The scene they create is too perfect. They’re both so beautiful that, separately, they take my breath away. Together, their tongues dancing as Bastian slides deeper and Nox feathers their thumb against my clit.

It’s what I imagine it would be like to be seduced by gods. Terrifying. Exhilarating.

Nox gives him one last kiss. “Down, Bastian.”

He obeys instantly, shifting his thighs wide—which spreads me even more—and bending down so his chest presses against my breasts. He cups my face with his hands. “Siobhan—”

“I know,” I whisper, cutting him off. Tonight is too perfect. No matter how big the emotions in my chest are, no matter how good all of this feels, I know better than to let my words get away from me. Nox is with us, yes, but I’m still convinced that it won’t take much to scare them off. To end this prematurely—and I don’t mean the sex.

Something cool and wet presses to my ass. I jolt, even though I expected it. Nox soothes me with a gentle hand on my leg. “Relax, love. Let me do the work.” They must do the same to Bastian, because he tenses and then relaxes on a ragged exhale. “There you go,” Nox murmurs.

After seeing the size the cocks could swell to, I expect pain—or at least strain. But it’s deceptively gentle and small as Nox works their cock into me. “Small” being a relative term. With Bastian buried in me to the hilt, there’s just not that much room. Or at least there doesn’t seem to be. While he and I have used toys in the past, it’s never been like this .

Even as the certainty that this will change things forever takes root, the cock in my ass expands slowly, filling me until I squirm and moan, not sure if I’m trying to get away or closer.

Bastian presses his forehead to mine, his breathing as harsh as mine. “Fuck, Nox. That feels good.”

“Yeah.” Their voice has gone husky. “It really does.” They lean over, pushing deeper yet, and drop a kiss on his shoulder before meeting my gaze. “You doing okay, love?”

Every time they call me that, my whole body goes tense with want . This time, both Nox and Bastian know it because they’re both inside me. Bastian moans. Nox withdraws a little and thrusts into us, their eyes fluttering with pleasure.

I reach up and cup their face. “Are you fucking yourself as careful as you fuck us?”

“Yes.” They turn their face and kiss my palm. “Are you ready for more?”

There’s only one answer. “Yes.”

Bastian pulls out of me a little, thrusting back onto Nox. “Don’t stop. More. Harder.”

“Greedy.” Nox leans back, the move pushing their cock deeper into me. A bare hesitation and then they’re moving…except they aren’t moving. Their cock is. It rolls inside me, almost as if seeking…

“Oh, fuck .” My orgasm hits me without warning. My claws shoot out of my fingers, and it’s everything I can do to make sure I don’t impale either of them. Bastian writhes between my thighs, thrusting into me and against Nox, driving my orgasm on and on. Just when I think it’s about to subside, it crests again.

“There you go, Siobhan,” Bastian whispers against my lips. “Let go. We’ve got you.”

Bastian

I’m trying to keep it together, but it’s an impossible task. All I can feel is Nox inside me and Siobhan clenching around me as she orgasms over and over again. I can’t help trying to get closer to both of them at the same time. “I need…”

Nox catches my throat in their hand and uses that hold to force me to straighten. It pushes them deeper yet, pushes me deeper yet. “Fuck.”

“Does that…feel good?” From how low Nox’s voice has gone, they’re close to orgasming, too.

“Yes,” I gasp. They hit the spot inside me that makes my thoughts turn to fuzz and words sprout from my lips. “I missed you so fucking much, Nox.”

They miss their next stroke. “Bastian…”

“I did.” I press one hand to Siobhan’s lower stomach so I can stroke her clit with my thumb. She’s obviously trying to keep her eyes open, but at the first touch, she loses that battle and cries out. “I missed both of you.” I know I’ve said it before, but neither of them can fully understand how deeply I mean it.

Siobhan has been my friend for thirteen years, my partner and lover for ten. We’ve fought countless times during those years, but this last argument raised the fear that maybe it would be the last. Then, when I was taken captive, I fully expected to be hauled back to Lyari and killed. I would have done my damnedest to not endanger Siobhan and the others; I was all but certain my death would be the end of any hope of fixing what our fight broke.

And Nox? Nox was my first love, the only other person in Threshold who carries a piece of my heart with them, no matter that up until recently, I thought I’d never see them again. It was enough to know that they were out there somewhere, living the life they’d dreamed of, the one I was too cowardly to follow them into.

To spend time with Nox and Siobhan, to sail with them, to have regained enough of their trust to share their bed? It’s a gift beyond measure.

Even as swept away as I am, I know better than to speak my feelings aloud. This may feel as right as anything I’ve ever done, but a few hours ago, Nox was ready to flee. I won’t give them reason to run again.

Nox grips my hips. “I’m close,” they whisper. “I want you to come, Bastian. Stop being a hero and holding out.” They thrust into me, harder than they have previously. The pleasure is almost too much to bear. “Siobhan wants that, too, don’t you, love? You want him to make a mess of you?”

Siobhan clenches around me. “Yes!”

“Give the lady what she wants, Bastian.” Nox is pure temptation in my ear, their voice as desperate as the feeling burgeoning inside me, one I thought long buried. “Don’t make me…” They moan, low and long, grinding into me with a frenzy that I can only match.

I thrust hard into Siobhan, keeping up my steady stroking of her clit. Each retreat has me thrusting back onto Nox’s cock, still moving inside me with a purpose that has pressure shooting down my spine and gathering in my balls. “I’m going to…” And then I’m coming, pounding deep into Siobhan, getting pounded deep by Nox. My orgasm seems to last forever, draining every bit of myself.

I can’t even collapse properly at the end of it because of my current position, kneeling between Siobhan and Nox. “Fuck. I— fuck .”

“Yeah.” Siobhan shivers, her eyes still closed.

“Give me a second.” Nox is pressed to my back. I feel every single one of their rough inhales and equally ragged exhales. Their cock slowly shrinks and then eases out of me. From the way Siobhan twitches, they’ve done the same to her. Nox brushes a kiss against my spine and slumps over to the side. “Damn.”

Now it’s my turn to disentangle myself. My thigh tries to cramp, but I do my best to ignore it as I carefully lie down on Siobhan’s other side. She’s got a small smile pulling at her lips, and I can’t help but kiss it.

I look up and meet Nox’s gaze. Pleasure makes their lids heavy, their expression relaxed. Even with all that, there’s a growing guardedness on their face. I open my mouth, but they hold up a tired hand before I can speak. “Let’s just keep things simple, yeah?”

Simple.

The very idea is laughable. We’re three people with an increasingly complicated and tangled relationship, which would be challenge enough if that was all we faced. But it’s not.

We’re sailing into certain danger—possibly even certain death—as we speak. I refuse to believe that we’re going to die, no matter what Siobhan and Nox fear. The horn is the answer, and if we don’t know the exact details of how it works, it’s enough hope to survive on. We just need a plan and a small, solid team.

I want to tell Nox that we’re going to live, damn it. I want to challenge their fear and replace it with hope.

But I know better. For some, hope can be summoned with the right combination of words. Most people want to hope, rather than give in to despair. But Nox isn’t most people; neither is Siobhan. With the lives of so many people resting on their shoulders, they can only respond to facts and actions, not dreams.

I want to tell them that I’ll dream enough for the both of them. I don’t. Neither of them will thank me for even saying it.

So I don’t challenge Nox’s words. I just nod. “Sure. Simple.”

They relax instantly, the tension bleeding away from their shoulders. “Thank you.” They kiss Siobhan and then slide off the bed to start working on getting the strap off. “That was good. Really, really good.”

For a moment, I’m certain they’re running again, but then they kick the strap off and climb back into bed to settle down next to Siobhan. She immediately pulls them close and tucks them against her side. It strikes me that it could always be like this…that I want it to always be like this.