Page 86 of Illusionist
“Everything worthwhile hurts a little.” I kiss him softly. “I trust you. Both of you.”
Silas joins us on the narrow bench, the three of us fitting together like we were made for this. His hands are sure and careful as he prepares me, stretching me with slick fingers until I'm ready.
“This might be awkward,” Teddy warns as we try to find the right position in the cramped space.
“Good thing we're flexible,” I laugh breathlessly.
Finally, we manage it. Silas underneath me, already buried deep, while Teddy positions himself at my entrance. The stretch is intense, bordering on too much, but I breathe through it as Teddy works his way inside.
“Holy shit,” Silas groans, his head falling back. “Nova, you feel...”
“Incredible,” Teddy finishes, his voice strained.
When they're both fully seated, we all freeze for a moment, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation. I feel completely full, claimed, possessed in the best possible way.
“Move,” I gasp. “Please, move.”
They find a rhythm, one pulling out as the other pushes in, keeping me constantly filled. The friction is incredible, pleasure building low in my belly with each thrust.
“Fuck, you're perfect,” Silas pants against my neck. “So perfect for us.”
Teddy's mouth finds mine, swallowing my moans as they drive me higher. His hands grip my hips, helping support my weight between them.
The pleasure builds impossibly fast, waves of sensation crashing over me until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins. Everything narrows to this moment, this connection, the three of us moving together in perfect synchronization.
“I'm close,” Teddy warns, his rhythm stuttering.
“Me too,” Silas gasps. “Nova, come with us. Come for us.”
The command pushes me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me, every muscle clenching as I cry out their names. The sensation of me coming around them triggers their own releases, both of them following me into bliss with broken groans.
We collapse together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, all of us breathing hard. Teddy's forehead rests against my shoulder while Silas traces lazy patterns on my spine.
“That was...” Teddy starts.
“Perfect,” I finish, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “Absolutely perfect.”
Outside, I can hear the distant sound of the carnival. Roman Miller is dead, his hold on me finally broken. And I'm here, in the arms of the two men who helped me reclaim my power.
I'm exactly where I belong.
30
TEDDY
The sedative takes Malachi down hard. One moment he's standing at his kitchen island with a cup of chamomile tea, the next he's crumpling like a marionette with its strings cut. Silas catches him before he hits the marble countertop, lowering him with surprising gentleness for someone about to commit patricide.
“Dose was good,” Jonah observes, checking Malachi's pulse. “He'll be out for hours.”
“Long enough,” Elias says, shouldering the old man's weight like he's carrying groceries.
We move through Malachi's house like shadows—seven brothers and me, now united in purpose. The security system went down twenty minutes ago, thanks to Silas's skills. The cameras loop empty footage while we work.
Even knowing what we're about to do, part of me marvels at their coordination. They flow through the space like water, each man knowing exactly where to go, what to carry. This isn't their first rodeo.
The drive back to the carnival passes in tense silence. Malachi slumps unconscious in the back of the van, his breathing steady and unlabored. He looks smaller like this. Frail.Just a sick old man instead of the monster who tortured children for decades.
I think about Nova's hands covered in Roman's blood, the satisfaction in her eyes as she watched her abuser die. Wonder if I'll feel the same satisfaction watching Malachi pay for his sins against Silas and his brothers.
