Page 199 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
“You brought me here, tricked me into expending a large amount of my magic, and then drank Fae blood to restore your own so you could overpower me?” she seethed.
Luka sprang forward, gripping her face in one large hand at the same time Theon sank his teeth into the tender spot between her neck and shoulder.
“We did, and look at you right now. Easily overpowered,” Luka sneered.
“I could draw from Theon,” she snarled in return.
“And what if we weren’t here?”
“What?”
“What if you went to another kingdom on a mission you didn’t tell us about? What if there had been more than a powerless seraph waiting for you? What if you had expended your magic, only to find it a godsdamn trap, and you had no one to draw from? No power left to kill and restore your magic? What if Dex was waiting for you? Rordan? What if fucking Achaz had found his way here, and you had nothing left, Tessa? What then?” Luka demanded.
And oh gods.
That was all she could think as the true weight of understanding settled over her. As she felt not only their fury over her actions, but theirfear.
He’d give her the freedom to do what she wanted; he only asked that she trust him to be at her side. Trust them not to force her to make herself smaller. Trust them to let her be wild and untamed. Light and dark. Trust them to let her run and be what she was always meant to be. Trust them to be at her side to catch her in the hard times.
They belonged to her, and she belonged to them.
A balance that existed after all.
She held his harsh gaze, the words crystal clear this time when she said, “I understand. I’m sorry.”
“Godsdamn right you are,” he growled.
Then he was grabbing her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he hoisted her up. His mouth slammed to hers, all teeth and dominance, and it wasn’t until she was being dropped to a bed that she realized he’d moved. Carried her into his bedroomand climbed onto the bed, pushing her knees wide, and there was nothing gentle about it. Not this time.
Luka slid into her with one sharp thrust, and she cried out, but Theon was there, swallowing the sound with his mouth as he kissed her deeply. Thoroughly. Possessively.
“Ours,” he snarled onto her lips.
And she nodded frantically, Luka pounding into her.
“Words,” Theon snapped.
“Yours,” she gasped, already back at the edge.
His mouth moved to her cheek, her jaw. Down her throat, nipping and biting as Luka’s hands slid under her ass, tilting her hips up and allowing him to go deeper. Harder.
Theon was at her breasts now, plucking at one nipple while sucking on the other, and she was everything and nothing. There were too many sensations and not enough, and she couldn’t have sorted her emotions if she’d wanted to.
And she didn’t.
She just wanted to feel them. All of them. In every piece of her. As if this was what she’d been waiting for her entire existence. For them to find her.
“If another lie passes those lips when speaking to us—” Luka grunted, each word a labored pant as he drove into her again and again.
“It won’t,” she gasped, her hands grasping for something, anything. Theon shifted, nudging closer, and she found his cock, wrapping her fingers around it and stroking.
A groan came from him, and he started thrusting into her hand, his lips still roving. Tongue still licking.
“And no more fucking secrets,” Luka snarled.
She nodded frantically, Theon still sucking and biting at her nipple, focused on his task. “I swear it,” she gasped. “Please, Luka. Theon.Please.”
Theon’s hand snaked down her torso, his fingers finding her clit and circling as Luka shifted, hitting the spot that made her seize up. She tumbled into bliss, shuddering and tensing and clenching as Theon kissed her and Luka continued to thrust, cursing.
