Page 262 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
“I stole that for Luka for his sixteenth birthday,” Theon said softly, taking the ring out of the box while Luka gently took her wrist to extend her hand.
“When he became your Guardian?” Tessa asked, watching him slide the ring onto her finger.
Theon nodded. “It seemed fitting it goes to you.”
“We were told that night that three is a crowd, but it can also be a perfect storm if properly balanced,” Luka added, pulling her hair over her shoulder to press a kiss to the side of her neck. “We didn’t understand at the time, but it was always leading us to you.”
She swallowed thickly again, admiring the ring on her finger as she said, “Now can we go to bed?”
Both of their auras shifted, darkening with lust. Luka kissed her neck again before he was dragging her sweater over her head. Theon was there, capturing her mouth and kissing her thoroughly. Slowly. As if he planned to drag this out, and he probably did.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and then his hands were on her ass, lifting her up. Her legs wound around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom, neverbreaking the kiss that only grew hungrier with each passing second.
Laying her on the bed, he stepped back, his breaths coming fast as he pulled his own shirt over his head. Tessa propped herself on her elbows to watch, her breath hitching as bare skin came into view, but then Luka was stepping in front of him, already shirtless and pushing her back down to the bed. His hands roamed, ridding her of her bra. His fingers dragged between her breasts, down her stomach, making quick work of her jeans and undergarments.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his glowing eyes drinking her in while he removed his own pants before crawling onto the bed beside her. “We have plans tonight, baby girl.”
“Do they involve actually fucking me? Because both of you have stopped this twice now,” she retorted. Then she hissed as he pinched her nipple hard.
“So ungrateful,” he growled.
“I’m not,” she insisted, her voice breathy when his hand skimmed down her body again. “I’ll just bemoregrateful after I’ve had both of you inside me tonight.”
“Fuck,” Theon growled, and she turned her head to see him stroking his cock. Apparently he’d lost the rest of his clothing when they had.
Luka’s hands were still moving, squeezing her breasts, while his mouth was working its way along her collarbone, up her throat, nipping at her jaw.
“Enough of that, Luka,” Theon ground out. “Get your tongue between her legs.”
Luka chuckled against her skin, letting his teeth drag. “What do we think, baby girl? Are we giving him all the control tonight?”
“Gods, yes,” she gasped, because she also wanted that tongue between her thighs.
Luka huffed another dark laugh, sliding down her body until he was settled right where she and Theon both wanted him. Now his lips were kissing up her thighs, and she was squirming, more than a little impatient. The bastard knew it too. Licking and nipping and teasing everywhere but where she wanted. And instead of telling him to get on with it, Theon kept his eyes locked on her, all while leisurely moving his hand up and down his length.
Finally,Luka’s mouth found its way to her clit, and she sighed as the sensation made her clench in anticipation. Theon’s lips curled into a dark grin at the sound, and she was fairly certain the step forward he took was involuntary.
It didn’t take long between the sucking and flicking for her to be panting, her fingers in Luka’s hair as her hips sought more and more. Then she felt his tongue slide into her center, and she moaned. More. She needed more. Always more with them.
“What’s wrong, beautiful?” Theon taunted.
“I need,” she whined, her hips rising and grinding against Luka’s face.
“Words, Tessa,” Theon ordered. “What do you need?”
“More. To be fucked.Please,” she begged, not caring that he’d conditioned her to know it would get her what she wanted faster.
But it worked because Theon was there, climbing onto the bed. His fingertips slid up her thigh while Luka continued devouring her cunt, and gods, she never wanted to leave this godsdamn bed. Between Luka’s tongue and Theon’s fingers skating higher, along her ribs, over a breast, the sensations were too much and not enough and all she could think was more.
More, as her power appeared, coiling and taunting them.
More, as darkness and black flames chased her.
More and more and more.
Theon stretched out beside her, and she could feel all of him as he pushed her, rolling her halfway onto her side, away from him. Grabbing her leg, he lifted it while pushing her hips into Luka’s mouth.
“Don’t stop, Luka,” he ordered, and fuck, this was the definition of worshipping her.
