Page 111 of Tempest of Wrath and Vengeance

Those were his words. She didn’t trust him, but Theon sure as fuck did. That was where his loyalty was. So no, he wasn’t going to fuck her. But he was still going to give her what she needed, and later tonight, he’d feel like a bastard because he was going to enjoy every moment of this.

He dipped two fingers into that sweet wetness, then slid them back up where he continued to rub slow circles over her clit. He kept his gaze on her face, not wanting to miss a moment as he played with her cunt. Her hips started rocking against his hand, and her features went hazier and hazier.

“I like you like this,” he said. “Not so fucking mouthy.”

She tried to scowl, but he took the opportunity to dip his fingers inside her cunt, and again her expression slipped back to rapture.

“More, Luka. Please give me more.”

“What would you want?”

“Anything. Everything. Your mouth. Your hand. Your cock.”

Fucking Sargon.

“I can’t,” he said, nearly choking on the words.

“You said you’d give me what I needed,” she whined, panic filling her features.

“I will, baby girl,” he replied before dipping his head to suck and lick at her breasts again.

A sigh slipped from her, one of her hands moving into his hair. Her fingers tangled in the strands as her legs wrapped around his waist. She was trying her hardest to pull him closer. He was wrong.Thismight be what killed him. Knowing she wanted it, needed it. Knowing that he could have her, and she would let him do whatever he wanted.

He slid a finger in deep, and she immediately clenched around it.

“By the gods,” he breathed, adding the second finger again. Her groan was somewhere between rapture and pure relief, and it was all he needed to keep going. While his thumb continued its ministrations on her clit, he slid his fingers in and out, keeping the rhythm lazy and letting her climb higher and higher. Her eyelids grew heavier, and then the fingers she had tangled in his hair gave a sharp yank.

“If you’re not going to fuck me, then at least kiss me,” she panted out before her tongue found his again.

She’d gone from rapture and relief to pure desperation now, her fingers clawing at his shoulders. A frustrated sound came from her as she tugged at his shirt, clearly seeking bare skin, but she was still riding his fingers. Still trying to drive him closer with her heels. And that was when he finally let his magic free.

Wisps of black flames licked along her naked flesh, and the sound that came from her was pure sex as her light raced tochase it. Their power meeting was enough to make him nearly give in, but he forced himself to stay focused on her.

“Time to come, temptress,” he ground out, his own breathing just as harsh as hers. His hand kept moving, fingers sliding in and out. He knew she was there, right on the edge. He could tell by the way she was squirming beneath him, clamping around him, and fisting whatever she could find. His hair. His shirt. The bedding. He plunged his fingers in deep once more before curling them and stroking firmly.

Tessa cried out, her words a mix of unintelligible syllables and curses as her climax rippled through her. He felt it all around his fingers, in the way her body shuddered beneath him, in the way her legs squeezed tighter where they were still wrapped around his waist. Then her tiny frame went utterly lax. Her legs fell to the side, a satisfied sigh falling from her lips as Luka watched her eyelids grow heavy for a different reason now.

He eased the pressure on her clit, slowly thrusting his fingers a few more times as she came down from the high of everything. The climax. The fighting. The killing. The victory. It wasn’t until he slipped his fingers from her completely that her eyelids fluttered open, connecting with his.

“Can I sleep in here tonight?” she murmured.

As if he’d let her sleep anywhere else after that.

But he said gruffly, “Yeah. Just let me clean up.”

He turned, heading for the bathroom, but he stopped in the doorway. “You good, Tessa?”

“So good,” she answered, already sounding half asleep.

He nodded, kicking the door shut behind him.

Then he was removing his pants in record time and taking his cock in his hand, fingers still coated in her arousal. There was no godsdamn way he was going to be able to sleep beside her without taking care of this.

Making his way to the shower, he gripped his base, pumping his shaft. He was so godsdamn hard it was painful. He didn’t even bother turning the shower on. Just stood there, his feet wet from the shower Tessa had taken, and his cock wet from her and his own precum he was using to glide his fist along his length.

It didn’t take long before his balls were tightening and his legs were quivering. His head went foggy, and for the briefest of moments, he had no idea why he was jerking himself in a shower instead of burying himself between her thighs. Taking her. Worshiping her.

Claiming what should have always been his.

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