Chapter 35 Tessa #3
“Yes,” she bit out, Luka’s hand now splayed flat on her belly.
“Prove it,” Luka growled low in her ear, those two words so godsdamn sensual she couldn’t help it when she clenched her thighs together.
His hands slid to her hips, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, leaving her standing in nothing but her undergarments. She was staring up at Theon, his eyes dark with his power, anger, and lust.
Then Luka’s hands were at her shoulders, and he leaned down to speak darkly in her ear once more. “Show him that mouth can do more than tell lies, temptress.”
His hands slipped from her shoulders, their magic pulling away too, leaving her standing alone in the tension-filled air.
This was it.
She knew that.
They were proving a point, and she needed to prove her own.
They were hers. Knew what she needed and were willing to do whatever it took to make sure she got it, even if it went against their natural instincts.
They were giving her love and freedom and balance.
All she wanted was to give them what they needed too.
Prove it.
The words echoed in her soul.
They weren’t asking because they were insecure. She knew they’d stay by her side from now to the end of time. They were asking for her to give them something she’d never give to anyone else.
Control.
Loyalty.
Give it to them, and trust they wouldn’t use it against her.
Never again.
Prove it.
Holding Theon’s stare, she slowly sank to her knees before him. Saw his eyes widen the slightest amount, as though he hadn’t thought she’d choose to do this. Heard the sharp inhale despite his features staying hard and cold.
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 at his anger, 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 only she could 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 know he’s inside 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.”
“Do you trust us?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“But can we trust you?”
She started, some of her lust-addled mind clearing. “What?”
“You heard me,” Luka snapped, one hand fisting his dick. “Can we trust you?”
“Y-yes,” she stuttered, watching the muscles in his forearm flex with each pass as he stroked himself. She was beyond needy at this point, and it wasn’t until a dark tendril grabbed her wrist that she realized her hand was drifting to her cunt to relieve some of the pressure.
Luka smirked. “Like we’d let you touch yourself right now, temptress.”
She pulled against Theon’s magic, turning to glare at him. The curl of his lips matched Luka’s.
“I might be the controlling one, beautiful, but I’m much more forgiving than he is,” Theon said. Taking her chin, he turned her face back to Luka once more. “Better start working on that.”
She shifted to face him fully, squaring her shoulders. “What do you want me to do? Crawl after you?” she said, not holding back her snark.
“I should make you do that,” Luka growled back, his hand shuttling faster over himself. “I should make you crawl all the way to the bedroom, then have Theon restrain you while you watch me fuck my hand, paint you in cum, and leave your cunt needy and wanting.”
She blinked at the horror of that idea. But her core clenched, because fuck, was his mouth dirty.
“Where’s that bratty mouth now, baby girl?” Luka taunted.
She didn’t know what he wanted from her. Theon was easy. Give him control, trust him to take care of you, and he would do just that. But Luka was different. He needed loyalty.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say.
Apparently that was the wrong thing, because a low snarl rumbled from him. He stalked across the room, and when she tried to step back on instinct, Theon lightly shoved her forward.
“Do not apologize to me for trying to protect what is yours, Tessa,” Luka snapped.
Then he was dropping to his knees before her, and she didn’t understand what was happening.
Only knew she never wanted it to stop as Luka pressed his face to her center, his tongue making a long stroke.
Over and over, stopping to suck on her clit every once in a while.
There was no rhyme or reason, and it kept her on an edge.
His tongue went deep, tasting and feasting, and her legs were trembling, threatening to give out.
“I’ve got you, little storm,” Theon whispered darkly, bare skin suddenly at her back, and thank the gods, because she might have collapsed completely.
His lips trailed down her neck, open-mouthed and sucking.
One of his hands slid down her thighs before hooking under her knee.
True to his word, he held her up as he pulled her leg, giving Luka better access to her, and gods.
This is what Luka had been talking about.
I can only imagine what you’ll do when we’re both worshipping you.
She could feel Theon already hard again and pressing against her back. Her hand went into Luka’s hair, still down from his shower, and she tried to hold him in place, tried to grind against his face as her orgasm shimmered just out of reach.
Theon huffed a dark laugh, his breath ghosting over her shoulder, as a hand reached around and tweaked a nipple. “You think it will be that easy with him?”
What was he—
Then Luka pulled back, getting to his feet. Her arousal glistened on his face, and she was fucking dripping. Dripping and on an edge and so—