Page 235 of Tempest of Wrath and Vengeance

“Luka!” she barked, glaring up at him with lightning sparking in her eyes.

“I want you naked,” he growled, watching the flush that crept up her chest, her neck, her face. Another growl sounded when his gaze slid down her body. “Why the fuck are you wearing boots?”

She tipped her head back as she spouted, “Youinsist I wear them for training. Which is where I was supposed to go. Instead, I was shoving arrows into people and painting myself in their blood.”

“Gods, I love it when you’re vicious,” he said, his voice nothing but gravel. Dropping to his knees, he removed her boots in record time. He dragged her pants down her legs, undergarments with them, before he reached up and made quick work of her shirt and sports bra.

With a not-so-gentle shove, he pushed her onto her back. His mattress was on the floor here as it was in his various rooms at the manors, and he could stare down at her from his knees. He still towered over her small frame splayed out before him. Naked in his nest of blankets and pillows. Completely at his mercy and squirming under his gaze.

“What are you doing?” she asked, an uncertainty in her tone he didn’t like.

“Looking,” he answered immediately. “Looking at a goddess. So let me look.”

“It’s weird,” she murmured, squirming some more.

He clicked his tongue. “You paraded around naked all the time, never bothered.”

“I did not,” she cried in outrage.

“Bare skin always on display. You were a tease, temptress,” he chided. “You made me so godsdamn crazy, I couldn’t be around you sometimes.”

“Wait,” she said, pushing up onto her elbows to see him better. “Is that why you were so scarce all the time when I first came to Arius House?”

He nodded, letting his eyes slowly roam down her body. Starting at the top of her head with that golden hair he’d had wrapped around his fist while he’d thrust into a mouth that drove him half mad. Down her delicate throat to her perfect round breasts, her nipples rigid peaks just waiting for him to suck on them. Down her rib cage, her stomach, her hips to where her creamy thighs pressed together.

A rumble sounded from his chest, his palms landing on her knees and nudging them. “Spread your legs, temptress. Let me see you.”

“You and Theon have dirty mouths,” she said, her voice sultry and erotic as she dropped her knees to the sides and spread herself wide for him.

All for him.

His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he stared at her. “You love our mouths,” he replied distractedly. “I can only imagine what you’ll do when we’re both worshipping you.”

He felt her heart stutter down the bond. Heard her sharp inhale. “Do you… The two of you… Do that?”

His gaze flicked to hers, finding her eyes heavy-lidded and full of heated lust at the idea.

And he smirked.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you, temptress?” he crooned, sliding his palms up the inside of her thighs. She gasped as he climbed higher. “Both of us on our knees before you, giving you pleasure.Servingyou. Letting you take whatever you want.”

“Oh, gods,” she cried when he ran two fingers along her cunt, finding her soaked.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, her back arching at the small touch.

Then he lowered his lips, planting a long, open-mouthed kiss to her center. He was going to devour her. There was no other option when he finally tasted her, the dragon in him snarling in satisfaction but also pushing him to take more. He knew what the dragon wanted. Knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d fucked her properly and claimed what was always meant to be his.

She whimpered when he licked a hot path to her clit, a hand driving into his hair. Then there was a frustrated growl as she yanked the band out of the strands. Luka chuckled against her skin while his tongue continued to toy with her, one of his fingers making its way back to her entrance.

“Ask me for it,” he murmured against her skin, huffing another laugh when she shoved at him with her foot.

“Don’t be an ass right now,” she whined.

But he just lifted his mouth from her cunt, instead planting small kisses along her thighs.

“Luka,” she cried in frustration.

His answer was a nip to her flesh. “Wouldn’t you rather wait to come until I’m fucking you?”

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