Page 302 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
“Have you…done this with someone else?” Tessa gasped, and there was no doubt Theon had pressed into her a little because she jerked back. Her fingers were curling into the bedding, and she had her eyes squeezed shut tight.
“Hey, hey,” Luka said, turning her face back to him. “None of that. You keep your eyes right here, and remember you can take back control anytime. Your power can throw us across the godsdamn room if you want to stop this.”
Her violet eyes were bright with lust and fear as she held his stare, nodding her head.
“And no,” Luka answered, stroking her hair, down her back, her arm. “We’ve shared a female before, but never like this.”
Something akin to satisfaction flitted across her features, a determination that hadn’t been there before.
Because she was more possessive than they were.
She gasped again, her body tensing, and Luka gripped her nape, massaging the tendons. “You have to relax, baby girl.”
“How would you know?” she bit out. “Have you been fucked up the ass, Luka Mors?”
He barked at her snark. “No, temptress, but I’ve done my fair share of the fucking part. If you can still use that bratty mouth to spout off, we’re not doing enough.”
Luka readjusted, stretching out beside her once more so he could reach beneath her. Licking his fingers, he pressed them to her center, finding her clit and rubbing in slow, taunting circles. She sucked in a breath, and at the same time, Theon pressed in farther.
“Fuck,” she spat, her brow dropping to the bed. “Fuck, Luka. Theon.”
“By Arius, it’s so good,” Theon panted, his self-control on a tight leash.
“You’re doing so good, Tessa. Do you hear him right now? Look at the control you have over the Arius Lord,” Luka praised, his fingers moving faster, her hips seeking pleasure as the pain chased her.
She cried out when Theon pushed in more, and his fingers dug into her hips. “Keep breathing, beautiful,” he gritted out. “I’m almost there. Keep distracting her, Luka.”
“I have this handled,” he retorted. “You keep yourself under control. How does it feel?”
“So fucking tight,” Theon gritted out, and Luka watched as he sank in all the way. Tessa was tense, her knuckles white.
“Breathe, baby girl,” Luka pressed, leaning in to nip at her jaw, her shoulder, her arm. Anything to distract her as she adjusted to the new sensations. He knew she was getting there when her hips started moving against his hand, his fingers still massaging her clit.
He glanced at Theon and gave a slight nod, and he pulled back a little before pushing back in.
And she moaned.
Something sinful and dark and needy.
“There you go, baby girl,” Luka praised, his fingers moving faster. “How are you feeling?”
“It’s…gods,” she rasped when Theon pulled back and thrust in again. “Yes,” she moaned.
They gave her a moment, let her adjust and get comfortable with this, and then Luka murmured, “We’re not done with you.”
“That’s…a lot,” she rasped out as Theon kept moving.
“You can take it. You will,” he replied, leaning in to press another hard kiss to her lips.
Then he was helping her onto her hands and knees so Theon could change positions and turn onto his back, never pulling out of her. She gasped, her hands grasping for purchase as Theon pressed his mouth to her neck, sucking and biting.
And Luka sat back, looking at them splayed out obscenely before him. Her back to Theon’s chest. Her head settled on his shoulder, and his feet pushed her legs wider so Luka could see everything.
“I remember how your eyes lit up at the idea of both of us taking you at once, beautiful,” Theon whispered darkly into her ear. “You already love me buried deep. You’re going to love feeling both of us at once.”
His hand splayed across her stomach, pushing down and forcing her pelvis to tip down too. Her head dropped back, and Luka had his hand on his dick, stroking as he watched them. He’d never minded watching, but not tonight.
He scooted forward, kneeling between their knees and running his fingers along her swollen center. “Whose are you, Tessa?” he demanded darkly.
