Page 197 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
Her hands slid up his thighs before her fingers dipped into the waistband of his pants, pulling them down. They slid to the floor, and he kicked them aside with a precise movement. Steady. Controlled.
Taking him in her hand, she stroked him once. Then, still holding his stare, she slowly wrapped her mouth around him, taking him down her throat in one fluid movement.
“Fuck!” he barked, his hips jerking forward and pressing in farther.
Luka’s dark chuckle danced along her exposed skin, goosebumps popping up.
“I told you her mouth was made for this,” Luka said, his voice all gravel.
Tessa pulled back slowly, gliding her lips, then sucking him down again. That hard mask he was wearing finally cracked, something almost pained flitting across his features.
She may be on her knees before him, but she was the one in control. Yet another point they were trying to prove to her.
Her head bobbed a few more times, her hands drifting up to brace herself against Theon’s thighs. His muscles tensed and strained. Fists clenching and unclenching at his sides until, as if he couldn’t take it anymore, a single finger slid along her jaw before tracing her lips wrapped around his cock.
Then another hand was smoothing down her hair. She felt Luka crouch beside her, his voice caressing every part of her when he praised, “That’s our girl.”
Gods. His voice. His words. All of it made her dripping core clench with need, reminding her just how empty she was right now.
“Look at him, Tessa,” Luka went on, his fingers digging into her hair. “He’d let the world die for you, you know that, right? Would lay the ruin of the stars at your feet.”
A throaty hiss escaped Theon as she dragged her tongue along the underside of his dick, circling the crown once before sucking on the tip. Then his hand was on the other side of her head, fisting her hair. Both of them pushing and pulling, guiding her up and down his cock.
“Your mouth is so hot. So wet. So fucking perfect when you’re not throwing your bratty tantrums,” Luka murmured, his other hand trailing up her thigh. She whimpered, another curse coming from Theon as the sound vibrated around him.
Her own desire was a thing threatening to swallow her whole as she started rocking slightly when Luka’s fingers trailed higher.
“So fucking needy,” he taunted, and she cried out when he smoothed his fingertips over her undergarments. “But you owe us, don’t you, temptress? For sneaking out. Leaving us behind. Putting yourself in danger without us.” His other fist tightened at her scalp, yanking sharply, and she cried out again. “For not trusting us to let you be your wild and untamed self. We would never shove you behind us. Not anymore. But you did that to us, didn’t you?”
And her eyes widened athisanger, understanding just how deeply she’d cut him once again.
“Fucking fuck,” Theon gasped, his hips thrusting harder, faster, down her throat. She wasn’t even doing much now, Luka holding her still so Theon could take his pleasure.
Pleasure onlyshecould give him.
She felt him swell in her mouth, knew he was close.
“He doesn’t need to see it, baby girl,” Luka whispered darkly into her ear. “He just needs to feel you swallow him down. To knowhe’sinside of you. A part of you. To know you can never get away from him.”
Luka pushed her down, and Theon’s hand was at her neck, feeling everything as he fucked her mouth. Then he stilled as hot spurts hit her tongue. Another hissed curse sounded as he thrust a few more times, making sure every last drop stayed with her and holding himself deep down her throat.
And she held his lust-crazed stare when she swallowed around him, constricting his cock one last time.
“So fucking perfect,” he growled, pulling her up by the throat.
His lips were on hers, tasting himself as he licked into her mouth. He was still panting, each breath labored as he spoke against her lips, “Never wear his fucking jacket again.”
She smirked at the reference to Tristyn’s coat he’d found her in months ago outside of the hotel and then again a few weeks ago.
His fingers squeezed her neck in warning. “Never. Again. Tessa.”
“Never again,” she breathed.
“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing her deeply once more.
Theon pulled back, his hand sliding to her jaw, and he turned her head. Her eyes widened to find Luka standing so close, sapphire eyes glowing with a promise of more. He’d lost his pants at some point, and he was hard and wanting. His muscles were coiled tight with restraint, and he was glaring at her when he said, “You belong to no one, but whose are you, Tessa?”
She knew what he was saying. What he was asking of her. “The two of you,” she whispered. “Never alone again.”
