Page 236 of Tempest of Wrath and Vengeance

She shook her head against the mattress, hair flying around her. “No,” she panted. “I want both.”

“So greedy,” he mocked, slipping a finger inside of her. Her moan morphed into a gasp when he added a second finger. Then it became unintelligible sounds when he returned his mouth to her clit, laving at the sensitive nerves. It didn’t take long for her thighs to lock around his head as pleasure rolled through her, his tongue lapping it all up.

She was still gasping for air, her body trembling, when Luka stood. Hooded eyes tracked his every movement when he pulled the remains of his shirt from his body and tossed it aside. He watched her gaze skate over his chest and down his torso, lingering where he thumbed the button of his pants.

“What are you doing?” he mocked.

“Looking,” she tossed back, her eyes dragging back up his abdomen. Suddenly, she sat up, shifting onto all fours and crawling closer.

“Fuck me, temptress,” he growled. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Looking,” she said again.

She came to the end of the bed, reaching out and tugging him closer by the waist of his pants as she sat up on her knees. Her eyes darted over his shoulder, and he suddenly realizedwhatshe was studying so hard.

“You can touch them,” he said, his stomach sinking in when her fingers glided along the ridges of his abdomen.

Her eyes widened. “What?”

He gently took her wrist, bringing one wing around them. Guiding her hand, he said, “You can touch them.”

Far more careful than she needed to be, she skated a single fingertip along the edge of the wing. It could barely be classified as a touch.

“Touchit, baby girl,” he said, engulfing her hand with his and pressing her palm flat against his wing.

He watched her face as she marveled at the cool, leathery appendage beneath her fingers, feeling a shiver go down his spine as she moved her hand. A sound rumbled from him that couldn’t quite be called a growl.

She stilled, peering up at him from beneath thick lashes. “Do they get in the way?”

His brows knit together. “Did they get in the way of me feasting on your cunt?”

Her cheeks flushed. “You can’t just say things like that, Luka.”

“Tessa, your mouth is just as dirty,” he replied, stepping closer because he couldn’t handle so much space between them. He bent, brushing his lips along hers and letting his wing graze her bare back. “But to answer your question, no. I’m used to them, I suppose. They are a part of me.”

She nodded, her eyes glazing over when he bent to kiss her again. “Now can I fuck you?” he murmured against her lips.

“Only if you say please,” she crooned back.

He huffed a laugh before shucking off his pants and easing her back down on the bed. Crawling over top of her, his mouth found hers again, tongue dipping out to lick along her lips. Working himself between her legs, she gasped into his mouth as he lined himself up with her, the head of his cock grazing her opening.

Eventually this would turn into fast and chaotic fucking, but this part? The first time he was finally,finally, going to claim her, he was going to take his time with this part. He lifted up to watch her as he slowly eased inside her warm heat, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head.

“Fuck,” he spat, sinking in another inch. “You feel—Gods.”

Her laugh was more of a soft keen as he pushed in a little more. “I’m not fragile, Luka. You can actuallyfuckme.”

“I know,” he rasped. “I will. Just— Fuck,” he cursed again, his entire body quivering when he finally seated himself fully. Her hands came up, nails stroking along his biceps. His gaze got caught up in violet eyes glowing with specks of gold. Her smile was softer than he’d ever seen it as she bit her lip, clearly debating if she should say something, and panic blossomed in his chest. If she was suddenly changing her mind, he didn’t think he could handle it. He’d stop, obviously, but she washis. The dragon in him would never see it any other way. Just like Theon would never see it any other way. Not now that he was inside her, even if he hadn’t completely fucked and claimed her yet.

“Are you all right?” he asked, every ounce of self-control keeping him from going feral to keep her.

She nodded, her nails making another pass. “I was just thinking that if you’ve always been mine, maybe some part of me has always been yours in a way too. We just never understood it because we’re all so…broken.”

She wasn’t wrong. They were all so broken, all so irreparably fucked up, that no one knew how to properly love anything. No one knew what a healthy partnership looked like. It was all status elevation, power struggles, and dominance in Devram. Who could you take the most from while giving the least amount in return. It was obsessively protecting and clinging to illusions of freedom while trying to secure a place to make sure you belonged. There was no fucking balance. There never had been. Not in Devram.

“We just don’t have to be broken alone anymore,” he replied, pushing stray hair off her brow.

“Never alone again,” she agreed.

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