I led Cheon toward the bathroom, ra still sprawled across the bed like she owned it. The door clicked shut behind us, and I flipped on the light.
The marble bathroom was excessive. Floor-to-ceiling windows, double vanity, heated floors. Standard rich-kid shit. But the shower itself? Not designed for three people.
I stared at the glass enclosure. "This is gonna be tight."
Cheon peered inside, then looked at with those grey eyes. "Ro. This won’t work."
"Sure it will. We just have to get creative."
"Creative," she repeated flatly.
"Yeah. You know, like Tetris."
Her expression said everything about what she thought of that comparison.
ra appeared in the doorway, completely naked and grinning. "What’s the problem?"
"The shower," Cheon said. "It’s too small for all three of us."
ra stepped inside and evaluated the space. She turned in a circle, her tail swishing behind her. "She’s right. Two people max. Three would be ridiculous."
"I need a bigger house," I muttered.
Cheon’s head snapped toward . "That’s so improper. You can’t just buy a house because the shower’s too small."
"Why not?"
"Because that’s not how normal people think."
"Good thing I’m not normal people."
She made a noise sowhere between exasperation and disbelief. Cute.
ra leaned against the doorfra, watching us argue with obvious amusent. "So what’s the plan? Rock paper scissors for who goes first?"
"Cheon goes first," I said.
Cheon blinked. "You’re being considerate?"
"Don’t sound so shocked."
"I’m always shocked when you do sothing decent."
"Rude."
But she was already turning on the water, testing the temperature with her hand. Steam started filling the space. She glanced back at us, then at the open door.
"Out," she said.
"Bossy," ra observed.
"Both of you. Out."
I backed up, hands raised in surrender. "Alright, Panda. Enjoy your shower."
Her cheeks flushed at the nickna, but she didn’t argue. She just closed the glass door between us and disappeared into the steam.
ra grabbed my wrist and pulled back toward the bedroom. The door shut behind us with a soft click. Suddenly the air felt different. Charged.
She turned to face , those yellow eyes glowing in the darkness. A predatory smile curved her lips.
"Finally," she said.
"Finally what?"
"Finally get you to myself."
Before I could respond, she launched herself at . Her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck. I caught her automatically, my hands gripping her ass to keep her steady.
Then she kissed .
Not soft. Not slow. Hard and demanding and absolutely filthy. Her tongue invaded my mouth like she was claiming territory. The drain opened between us imdiately, her Essentia pouring into in waves that tasted like cinnamon and smoke.
I stumbled backward until my spine hit the wall beside the bed. She didn’t break the kiss, didn’t even pause. Just kept kissing like she’d been waiting all night for this exact mont.
Which, I realized, she probably had been.
My dick responded instantly, getting hard against her. She felt it and ground down, rubbing herself against with zero sha.
"Missed this," she murmured against my mouth. "Just us."
"We fucked like fifteen minutes ago."
"That was sharing. This is mine."
Possessive little demon.
Her tail coiled around my thigh, tightening like a python. Her fingers dug into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. Everything about her scread ownership.
I kissed her back just as hard, matching her intensity. She moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through both of us.
Then she pulled back just far enough to speak, her lips brushing mine with every word. "If you put a condom on, I’m gonna throw a fit."
I froze. "ra."
"I want to feel you. Really feel you." Her hips rolled against again, making her point extrely clear. "I want your cum inside . Not so rubber barrier."
My brain short-circuited. Every rational thought evaporated under the heat of her stare and the weight of what she was asking for.
"That’s a terrible idea," I said.
"Probably."
"Seriously dangerous."
"Don’t care."
"ra."
She kissed again, softer this ti. When she pulled back, her expression had shifted. Still hungry, still wanting, but sothing else underneath. Sothing vulnerable.
"I’m your first," she said quietly. "Rember? I want to feel what that ans."
Fuck.
I should’ve said no. Should’ve grabbed a condom like a responsible person. Should’ve thought about consequences and complications and all the ways this could blow up in our faces.
Instead, I walked us toward the bed. She clung to , her legs locked around my waist like she thought I might change my mind.
"You’re insane," I told her.
"You love it."
She wasn’t wrong.
I sat on the edge of the mattress with her still in my lap. She rose up on her knees, positioning herself. The head of my dick pressed against her entrance, already slick and ready.
"Last chance to back out," I said.
She sank down in one smooth motion, taking all of . No barrier. No protection. Just her heat surrounding completely.
"Holy fuck," I groaned.
She was perfect. Tight and wet and scorching hot. Every ridge and texture I’d missed before hit all at once. The sensation was overwhelming in the best possible way.
"Yes," she hissed.
The drain opened wider than it ever had between us. Essentia flooded through the connection so fast I could barely process it. Cinnamon exploded across my tongue, mixing with sothing sweeter. Sothing that tasted like trust.
She started moving. Rolling her hips in that impossible rhythm she’d perfected. Her inner walls squeezed with every movent, drawing deeper.
I grabbed her hips, helping her rise and fall. She threw her head back, moaning loud enough that I worried Cheon might hear from the bathroom.
"Harder," she demanded.
I stood up without pulling out, keeping her impaled on . She gasped, her eyes flying wide. Then I walked us back until her spine hit the wall.
"Like this?"
I thrust up into her, using gravity and montum to drive deeper. She scread, her nails raking down my back. Blood followed. I didn’t care.
"Yes. Fuck. Just like that."
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