Page 92 of Cold Ignition

Keanu was caught between them—but not passive.

His hands slid over Rangi’s body, gripping, pulling him down, then back—controlling the depth, the pressure, feeding it back into both of them.

Alexios reacted immediately. A sharp inhale. Control slipping just enough to show.

Rangi caught it.

“Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “You feel that?”

Alexios didn’t deny it. “Continue,” he said.

That tone—command wrapped in restraint—sent a fresh surge of heat through all three of them.

Rangi grinned. “Thought you’d say that.”

Keanu shifted again, deliberately this time, changing the angle just enough to drag a reaction out of both of them—Alexios’s grip tightened.

Rangi’s head dropped back. “Fuck—”

“Stay with it,” Alexios said, but his voice wasn’t as steady now.

Rangi leaned down, catching Keanu’s mouth again, messy, heated, while his hand slid between them, wrapping around Keanu and pulling him into the same rhythm they’d built.

All three of them. Connected. No one left out.

The pace built—not chaotic. Not losing control—but riding right at the edge of it.

“Together,” Alexios said again, lower now, the control there but stretched thin.

Keanu nodded, breath breaking. “Yeah—”

Rangi’s grip tightened. “Don’t stop.”

They didn’t. The rhythm locked.

Aligned.

And then—it broke. All at once.

Rangi’s head dropped forward with a rough groan, body tensing hard. Alexios’s breath hitched sharply behind Keanu, grip tightening as control finally snapped just enough to let it through.

Keanu followed a second later, the release pulling through all three of them, the connection holding even as everything else fractured.

For a second—no one moved.

Then Rangi let out a slow, wrecked laugh.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “That works.”

Keanu exhaled slowly, his hand still resting where it had settled—anchored between them, steady, certain.

Rangi shifted first, just enough to catch his eye, something quieter in his expression now beneath the usual edge.

“Feels like it hit all at once,” he said, voice rough but sure. “No lead-in. No easing into it.”

Alexios’s gaze flicked between them, measured, precise—even now.

“Because it did,” he said. “There was no gradual escalation. Just alignment.”