Page 199 of Tempest of Wrath and Vengeance

She shook her head. “He wishes.”

Luka’s chuckle was dark. “I bet he does, temptress.” His thumb brushed over her lip again. “I want that bratty mouth of yours around my cock, baby girl.”

Her smile was all sin as she slid her palms up his thighs, and it grew when she felt his entire body shudder under her touch. This power was more intoxicating than the rush of knowing people feared her. When she reached the band of his pants, she watched his stomach cave as she dipped her hand inside and pulled out his cock.

She couldn’t help but compare him to Theon. Theon was longer, but Luka was thicker. Already hard, it jutted up, and she gave it a couple of slow strokes before she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the tip. The bead of precum was salty, and she felt his sharp inhale in her core. Then she sank forward in a wet-hot glide. The sharp inhale became a groaned curse, and she smiled around him when his hand slipped into her hair.

She didn’t stop, letting him hit the back of her throat where she lingered. It wasn’t until she was feeling light-headed from the lack of oxygen that she pulled back just enough to get someair. Then she took him even deeper, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard.

“Fucking Sargon,” Luka spat, his fingers tightening in her hair. They alternated between massaging along the back of her head and fisting to the point of pain. It was barely controlled restraint, and gods, she wanted to take that from him too. Have him completely undone and at her mercy.

She looked up to find his jaw slack, and she swallowed around him, his eyes rolling back. Then he thrusted forward, down her throat, and she let him. Because this wasn’t him taking what he wanted. This was her giving it freely.

“Gods, you can be such a good girl when you’re not being a brat,” he rasped out on ragged breaths, thrusting into her mouth again and again.

What does she look like?came Theon’s strained voice down the bond.

Like a fucking goddess,Luka answered.Her mouth was made for this.

She pitched forward, meeting his thrust this time, and the barked “Fuck!” as she gripped the backs of his thighs to hold herself deep on him had her clenching her own thighs together.

“Godsdammit,” he rasped out, tugging on her hair to pull her back.

Tessa gasped, feeling the wetness on her face as her eyes watered. The look in his eyes was nothing but awe and wonder. He wrapped her hair around his fist, hauling her mouth back to his cock. Her wet gasps mixed with his soft, grunted praises until she felt him swelling in her mouth.

His release hit her tongue as a tight, guttural sound filled the room. She tried to sink deeper, but his grip was holding her back, keeping her from burying him in the back of her throat.

Don’t swallow, little storm.Not yet,Theon commanded as Luka finished emptying himself onto her tongue.

Are you touching yourself, Theon?she taunted.

Beautiful, I just came all over my stomach knowing what you are doing to Luka.

Luka was breathing hard when his grip loosened on her hair, his cock slipping from her lips.

Show him, Tessa,Theon ordered.

Her eyes widened, but the hungry look on Luka’s face told her this was something he craved. Theon clearly knew that.

Sitting back on her heels once more, Tessa opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, letting him see his release sitting there. Then, holding his stare the entire time, she closed her jaw and swallowed.

Before she knew what was happening, Luka hauled her up. Her feet left the ground, wrapping around his waist, and his mouth crashed into hers. Something about him licking into her mouth and tasting himself made her even hotter, and she pressed herself to his chest, just wanting to feel him. She wasn’t seeking release or looking for anything in return for what she’d just done for him. Because there was freedom in being able to choose to give this to him.

Her choice.

Him looking at her with that rapture in his eyes, seeing her as someone worthy for simply existing? Tonight, that was more than enough.

“Stay with me tonight,” she breathed into his mouth. “It’s a lonely club being the grandchild of gods, but we don’t have to be alone anymore.”

He kissed her again. “I’m not supposed to want you like this,” he murmured. “But I don’t think I care anymore.”

“Please stop caring,” she whispered.

“We should go to your rooms so Dex doesn’t lose his shit when he wakes.”

She nodded, resting her head against his chest, her legs still wound tightly around his waist as he Traveled them.

She didn’t have to be alone anymore.

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