Page 90 of Cold Ignition

Rangi didn’t give him time to settle. He never did.

One second there was space—the next, Rangi was on him.

Hand fisting in his shirt, dragging him forward.

The kiss hit hard. Hot. Certain.

Keanu answered instantly, grip tightening at Rangi’s waist as he pulled him closer, deeper—because distance wasn’t something he wanted anymore.

Not from him. Not from either of them.

Alexios didn’t rush. He never did. He stepped in close, one hand sliding along Keanu’s jaw, turning his head just enough—

Then his mouth followed. Slower. Deliberate. But no less consuming.

The contrast hit like fuel to flame. Rangi’s heat. Alexios’s control.

Keanu caught between them—and choosing it. All of it.

“Tell me this is real,” Keanu muttered against Rangi’s mouth, breath rough.

Rangi huffed a quiet laugh. “You think you’re imagining this?”

Alexios’s gaze held his. “It is real, and it is intentional.”

That was it. That was all Keanu needed.

He pulled them both back in. Harder. Closer. This time there was no hesitation.

Clothes became obstacles—dragged off, pushed aside, discarded somewhere behind them without thought. Heat built fast, skin against skin, every touch amplified by everything they’d held back.

Rangi pressed him back into the mattress, body solid over his, hands firm, grounding, holding him exactly where he wanted him.

“Stay with me,” Rangi muttered.

Keanu huffed a breath. “Not going anywhere.”

“Good.”

Alexios’s hands were different. His touch moved over Keanu’s torso with deliberate intent, not rushed, not uncertain—like he was committing every reaction to memory.

Because he was. Keanu’s head tipped back, breath catching as sensation layered—heat, pressure, the slow drag of control tightening around him.

“California King was a good call,” Rangi muttered.

“Shut up,” Keanu shot back—then groaned as Rangi shifted.

“Yeah,” Rangi said against his throat. “Will do.”

Alexios’s hand tightened slightly at Keanu’s hip, steadying, grounding as he leaned in closer.

“Focus,” he said quietly.

Keanu laughed under his breath. “Bit late for that.”

“Not for me.”

That tone—