L evi shifts beside me, muscles stretching as he stirs. A slow exhale leaves his lips before his gaze locks onto mine. He’s been back for three days, and Sable and I have spent most of that time here with him, in bed. But she had class today, which means I get him to myself.

“You’re staring,” Levi rasps.

“Yeah,” I admit, pressing a slow kiss to his jaw. “You were gone for weeks, Levi. Let me look.”

A shadow flickers across his expression, but then he sighs and pulls me closer, our foreheads nearly brushing. “I didn’t think I’d make it back.”

My jaw tightens. The Syndicate doesn’t just let people go. If they gave him this chance, it’ll come at a price.

“Don’t say that.”

“Why? It’s the truth.”

“Yeah, well… I don’t want to hear it.” My fingers tighten around his wrist where his hand cups my face. His skin is warm under my palm. “You’re here now. That’s what matters.”

His dark eyes trace over my face, memorizing. His hair has grown longer—too long, the undercut uneven, strands falling haphazardly around him. I’ll probably offer to fix it later. Right now, all I want is to touch him.

“I fucking missed you,” he murmurs, swallowing hard.

My nose brushes his, our breaths mingling. “You were gone, Levi, and I—” My voice catches. “I was losing my mind.”

“But you didn’t. And I’m here, baby. I’m not leaving you again.”

His mouth crashes against mine, raw and unrelenting, carrying weeks of pain and hunger. I bite his lip, dragging a groan from him as our bodies grind together. His cock hardens against mine, and I hitch my leg over his hip, pressing closer, feeling every desperate inch of him through our boxers.

I break the kiss just long enough to rasp, “I need you, Levi. Let me show you how much I fucking missed you.”

I don’t wait for a response. I flip him onto his stomach, pinning him down, dragging my lips over the bruises that still litter his body.

He stills, but he doesn’t fight me.

My hands grip his hips, fingers digging in as I spread him open, admiring the view.

“Kai—” he starts, voice low.

I don’t let him finish.

My tongue flattens against his hole, licking a slow, deliberate circle before edging inside. Levi curses, hands fisting the sheets, body shuddering.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, voice wrecked.

I smirk against him, pressing my tongue deeper past the tight ring of resistance. His body clenches around me, and I dig my fingers into his hips, holding him steady.

“Relax,” I murmur, licking him open. “You know I’ve missed this ass.”

His face drops to the pillow, muffling the obscene moan that slips out of him. I take my time, teasing, tasting, working him open until his breath turns ragged and his hips start pushing back, chasing every stroke of my tongue.

“God—” Levi’s voice breaks. “Fuck, Kai?—”

I hum in response, pressing deeper, tongue fucking him until he’s trembling. My hand slides beneath him, wrapping around his cock, stroking him in time with every flick of my tongue.

He jerks. His body locks up. His breath comes in sharp, ragged gasps. “I’m gonna—fuck, I can’t?—”

I don’t stop. I don’t give him an inch of control. I keep my mouth on him, sucking, licking, stroking until he comes with a strangled moan, his cum spilling over my fingers, his entire body wrecked beneath me.

I stay there for a second, watching the way he shudders, feeling the aftershocks roll through him. Then, finally, I slide up beside him, pressing a kiss to his sweat-damp temple, my fingers brushing over his cheek.

He’s still catching his breath when I grab his ass, squeezing hard enough to make him gasp.

“I’m not done with you.” My voice is rough, dark.

Levi swallows, his lips parted, his pupils blown wide.

“I’m gonna fuck you so deep, you won’t be able to sit without feeling me,” I growl against his ear. “Gonna keep you full of me until you’re dripping with it.”

Levi shudders, his fingers gripping the sheets.

“You want that?” I drag my teeth over his jaw, my hand sliding between his thighs, feeling how fucking open he is for me.

He nods, his voice shot.

I smirk, flipping him onto his back and spreading him wide.

“Then take it.”

He hands me the lube from the bedside table, and I squeeze a generous amount onto the head of my cock. His pierced cock is softening, but I know that won’t last. His refractory period is almost nonexistent—I’ve learned that firsthand.

I press the tip against his hole, teasing, before sinking into him with one thrust. My head drops back as I savor the way he stretches around me, tight, hot, suffocating in the best way.

I still, for a moment, letting him adjust, bracing my hands on either side of him. When I look down, his eyes flutter open, locking onto mine.

“Move,” he breathes. “Please, fuck me.”

I don’t make him wait.

I pull out just enough before slamming back in. His gasps turning into broken moans. I shift, angling myself just right, and the second I find that spot, he curses, his body jolting.

“Right there—fuck, Kai?—”

“That’s it, baby,” I growl, driving deeper. “Let my cock remind you just how much I own you.”

I don’t let up. I want to push him further, chase his breaking point. His cock is already hard again, pressing between us, his piercing dragging against my stomach with every thrust.

His hands scramble for purchase—one gripping my shoulder, the other fisting the sheets—his body rocking beneath mine as I relentlessly hit that spot.

“Are you gonna come for me again?” I taunt, feeling how fucking hard he is. “You’re dripping, Levi. You gonna make a mess for me?”

He nods feverishly, desperately. His moans are wrecked, breathless, and it’s hot as fuck watching him unravel beneath me.

“I’m so close,” he chokes out.

I smirk, reaching between us, wrapping my fist around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts. His entire body locks up beneath me, muscles going rigid before he shatters.

His cum shoots between us, splattering across his stomach, his chest, his lips parting on a ragged, gasping moan. “F-f-f-fuck…”

The sight of him—wrecked, shaking, undone—rips me apart.

I thrust again, then once more before I lose all control, pleasure tearing through me as I bury myself deep, filling his ass with everything I have.

For a moment, neither of us move, just lying there, breathless. Levi presses weak, lazy kisses to my shoulder, my mouth, my jaw. His body is still trembling, his breath uneven.

Then he exhales, breaking the silence. “I know you’re upset that Sable and I fucked first.” His voice is quiet, but there’s an edge to it. “You acted fine with everyone around, but I can tell. You weren’t.”

I raise a brow, still catching my breath. “Are you saying I’m jealous?”

Levi tilts his head, watching me. “Are you?”

I hold his gaze, fingers trailing down his sweat-slick back.

“What I feel for you is fucking explosive,” he murmurs. “Nothing in my life made sense until you walked in. Every time I thought I wasn’t good enough—wasn’t worth anything—when the Syndicate made it clear my existence was a disgrace to the Thompson name… you made all that shit disappear.”

His voice dips lower, his fingers tracing over my chest. “My father sacrificed his entire empire for my mother. And I get it now.”

I tighten my grip on him, dragging him closer.

He presses a kiss to my lips. “The way I love you. The way I love Sable. It’s not more or less. It’s just… you.”

He’s right.

Loving Levi has never meant loving Sable less. Just like loving Sable doesn’t take anything away from what I have with him. It doesn’t shift, doesn’t divide. It just is—this consuming, undeniable thing that neither of us asked for but couldn’t resist if we tried.

“We didn’t choose this. Not really. It just happened.”

Levi hums, lips ghosting over my throat. “But I’d choose it every time. All of us. It’s not about making it fit because it already fucking does.”