Page 59 of Tempest Blazing
My arm instinctively tightened around Tess, pulling her closer. A growl rumbled low in my chest, primal and warning.
Tess felt it too. She lifted her head from my cock, her lips swollen, glistening. Her gaze found Ciaran.
For a long, tense second, silence hung heavy. Then, she reached out, her hand trembling only slightly as she beckoned to him. Not away.Closer.An invitation.
The conflict twisted in me—instinct screaming to protect. But the bond hummed with Tess's certainty, her calm. And Ciaran waited, shadows clinging to his edges, watching for her command.
Tess turned her head to look at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her thumb traced the scar on my jaw again, a soothing touch that unknotted some of the tension locked in my shoulders.
Her eyes were raw, honest, blazing with an emotion that cut through the haze of possessiveness clouding my mind. Not fear.Desire.
"I want this, Mason," she whispered, her voice thick but steady. Her gaze flicked between me and Ciaran. "Both of you. Notbecause I'm lost or confused… but because Ichooseit. Because it feels…"
"Right," Ciaran finished softly, the word like dark silk. He took a single step closer. The shadows around him shifted, tendrils snaking out, not threatening, but… curious. Hesitant even.
It was the quiet awe in Tess's eyes as she watched him, the way her breath hitched—not in fear, but in anticipation—that finally shattered my resistance. The mating bond suddenly flared between us, warm gold threading through my chest, and for one moment, I felt her reaction to Ciaran's presence echo through it. Not intrusion—invitation. The bond stretching, expanding,welcoming.
My hand slid up her bare spine, feeling the tremors beneath her skin. "Okay," I rasped, the word rough with surrender.
Ciaran moved then, a silent glide. He knelt on the bed behind her, the mattress dipping under his weight. He didn't touch her immediately.
His silver eyes met mine over her shoulder, intense, enigmatic. A silent question.Trust me with her?
I drew in a slow breath, tasting storm and cinnamon and something indefinablyright. The bond hummed approval, and I nodded once.
Ciaran's presence settled behind her like a warm shadow. His hand rose, fingers skimming the curve of her shoulder—a touch so light it seemed more like a shadow than flesh. Then, deliberately, he guided her back towards me.
Her lips found my cock again, taking me deep, the heat and wetness blazing through me anew. I gasped, my hips bucking instinctively.
As her mouth worked me, Ciaran's other hand came up to cup her breast. His thumb brushed over her nipple, already hard and peaked. A low moan vibrated around my shaft, echoing through my core.
Then came his shadows. Not just around him anymore. Dark, cool wisps detached themselves, sinuous as smoke, gliding over Tess's skin.
One coiled around her other breast, phantom fingers that made her arch into it. Another shadow slid lower, tracing the plane of her stomach, dipping teasingly towards the V of her thighs but not quite touching where she pulsed for it.
Tess whimpered, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine. Her hand fumbled blindly, finding my thigh, nails digging in slightly as the sensations overwhelmed her.
I watched, mesmerized, as Ciaran bent his head, his lips finding the sensitive spot beneath her ear. The sharp intake of her breath was audible even over the wet sounds of her mouth on me.
He murmured something against her skin, words too quiet for me to catch. The shadows reacted. The one at her breast tightened gently, swirling around her nipple like cool silk, drawing another gasp.
The other shadow drifted lower, finally brushing against her clit with a feather-light, electric touch. Tess cried out, muffled by my cock, her whole body jerking. Her fingers spasmed on my leg.
My own control frayed, the pleasure coiling unbearably tight at the base of my spine. I could feel her arousal spiking through the bond, a sweet, desperate ache mingling with my own.
I tangled my hands in her hair, not pushing, just holding on, anchoring myself in the feel of her while Ciaran orchestrated her pleasure with whispers and shadows.
She lifted her head again, breathing hard, lips slick and swollen. Her eyes were huge, dark with need, pupils blown wide.
Ciaran's shadow flicked lazily against her clit again, and she shuddered violently. "Mason," she gasped, her voice wrecked. "Need… need you inside. Now."
She didn't wait. Still trembling from the phantom caresses on her skin, she pushed herself up, one hand braced on my chest. Her other hand guided me, the head of my cock rubbing against her slick heat.
My breath caught, every muscle coiled, ready. Her gaze locked with mine as she sank down, inch by slow, searing inch.
I felt every fold, every pulse of her inner walls as her body stretched, accepted, claimed me. She seated herself fully with a shuddering moan, her inner muscles clamping down hard.Home.The word slammed through me, more feeling than thought, amplified by the bond.
"God, Tess," I ground out, my voice thick. My hands instantly found her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as she began to rock. Slow at first, testing the angle. The drag was exquisite torture—wet, tight, perfectly encompassing.
