Page 303 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
“Yours,” she gasped, Theon laving at her neck.
“How much of you?”
“All of me. I trust you,” she rasped out in a harsh breath. “Just…please.”
“Deep breath, Tessa,” Theon coaxed as Luka pressed forward. “You think it’s tight now, just wait.”
“Oh, gods,” she cried out as Luka pressed into her cunt, forcing himself to go slow. His self-restraint was as taut as Theon’s was now. They’d never done this before. Not at the same time, and holy fucking fuck, he was not prepared for how fuckinggoodthis was going to be.
He could see perspiration on her brow and glistening on her chest as he forced himself in a little more. Could feel Theon’s cock separated from his by only a thin barrier. Could feel her muscles spasming against the intrusions. Could feel every fucking thing.
Theon was murmuring dirty praises into her ear, and she was slapping her hands on the sheets, him, clawing at skin as she tried to find something to sink her nails into.
“So good to us, Tessa,” Theon was saying. “We don’t deserve you, you know that, right? But we need you. We’re yours. This is how it’s meant to be. The three of us with everything.”
She was nodding her head frantically, but her power never appeared. Never once did she ask to stop. Never once did she push them away.
“You’re going to take it all, aren’t you, temptress?” Luka grunted out, and then he thrust in the rest of the way, and all three of them stilled. There was nothing but their harsh breaths, chests rising and falling without any rhythm. Theon and Luka locked eyes because holy fuck. They’d planned this. Talked about what it might be like to have her like this between the two of them, but it didn’t compare to any of their dirty fantasies. Didn’t even come close.
“Are you ready, Tessa?” Theon asked, reaching up and smoothing hair off her brow.
And despite everything they were doing to her right now, something in her eyes softened at his touch. At his concern. She reached up, sliding her hand behind his neck and stretched out her other arm for Luka. He dropped his head down, letting her pull him to her mouth for a kiss, and he gave an experimental thrust of his hips.
She moaned into his mouth, spurring him on. His thrusts grew harder, her head turning from his mouth to Theon’s and back again. Andthiswas how it was always meant to be. Something primal and dark. Something fierce and sacred. Something solely theirs. Something that they somehow found despite everything being stacked against them.
Tessa was thrashing, and Theon was holding her tightly to him, letting Luka have his way.
“Give it to him, Tessa,” Theon ordered. “It’s ours.”
She shook her head, nails digging into his arms. Theon chuckled darkly against her skin. “Oh, little storm. Then we’ll take it.”
One of his hands slid down to her stomach, pressing down, and Luka felt her clench around him.
“There it is, baby girl,” Luka grunted, his hair in his eyes and matted to his brow. “Just like that.”
She whimpered, and Theon’s fingers flexed, pressing down more. And fuck, every time he did that, she tightened more and more. “If you won’t give it to us, we’ll take it,” he repeated in a harsh pant. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it? Force us to push you and push you until you can’t take it anymore.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes,please.”
Theon’s hold on her tightened, and Luka snapped his hips forward, his cock dragging deep and fast against her until she was clamping down around him, a cry leaving her lips. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he tried. He followed her into pleasure, his muscles contracting just as hard as he spilled into her.
“Fuck, Tessa,” he spat, his hips still moving through his release because she was still spasming around him. Her climax rolled on, dragging him deeper, until finally he pulled out and fell onto his back.
Theon was already moving, and Luka had to give him credit for his self-control during all that. But he was clearly done waiting as he rolled Tessa onto Luka. He propped her up and gripped her hips, driving in and out of her other hole while she clung to Luka, a dazed and satisfied look on her face while Theon took his own pleasure.
No.
As Tessa gave herself to him to give him pleasure.
Her choice after everything.
And after Theon found release and they cleaned her up in the shower, after they were all wrapped up in one another back under the blankets, only then did Theon press a kiss to her forehead as he murmured, “You’re not a villain, Tessa. We won’t let you become one.”
Her back was pressed to Luka’s front, and he could hear the tears in her voice when she whispered, “I’m scared, Theon. What if we fail?”
Theon’s smile was soft as he stroked her cheek. “Failure has never been an option, Tessa. If it comes down to it, we’ll be the villains so you don’t have to. But never you.”
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