Chapter 45 Tessa #3
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.
Luka didn’t stop as she felt Theon’s cock nudging her opening. His tongue kept going, and she tried to push back onto Theon, but he held her tight. Forcing her to take it slow. Painfully slow.
“Theon,” she whined.
Luka chuckled, the sound reverberating through her core, and her muscles clenched, making Theon hiss.
“I know what you need, beautiful,” he rasped. “Trust us to give it to you.”
There was a sharp nip at her clit that had her crying out as Theon slid in deeper, and she looked down to find Luka watching. His fingers had replaced his tongue, and he was honed in on watching Theon’s cock slowly fill her.
“Fuck, look how well you take him, baby girl,” he murmured, his fingers still rubbing her center and brushing along Theon’s dick in the process. She loved it when they were this close. Everything in her was hot and needy, and—
“Gods, one of you please fuck me,” she snapped, taking back a little control and rocking back against Theon.
“Fuck, Tessa,” he hissed as she took him completely, but she was sighing at the stretch. Relishing feeling full.
“So fucking needy,” Luka said again, nipping at her inner thigh. “As if we’re not both going to fill you up tonight.”
“Please,” she gasped as Theon started moving, thrusting into her with long, deep strokes.
Then she was crying out as Luka’s tongue was back on her clit, licking and sucking. And Theon went faster, harder. Tipping her over the edge with both of them using her and shoving her into pleasure.
She went lax as she came down from her high. Luka had pulled back, giving Theon room, and he flipped her onto her stomach, pushing her into the mattress with each punishing thrust until he was holding himself deep, emptying himself fully.
He rolled off her, settling onto his side as she turned her head to him. He fisted her hair, dragging her closer, his tongue seeking hers. The feel of hands gripping her hips had her sucking in a sharp gasp, and Theon was chuckling darkly against her lips.
“We’re not nearly done with you yet, beautiful,” he murmured.
She never wanted them to be done with her.
Luka pulled at her hips, lifting her ass into the air, and then he was sliding in fully, a sharp curse leaving his mouth. “Fucking Fates. It’s so good when he’s had you first.”
Gods, his fucking mouth had her clenching around him instantly.
“You like that though, don’t you, temptress?” he went on, thrusting into her again and again. “You like when one of us takes you while the other’s cum is still dripping down your thighs.”
“Luka,” she gasped, dropping her head, but Theon took her jaw in hand, lifting it back up.
“Don’t give out on us now, beautiful,” he murmured darkly, dragging his mouth down the side of her throat. “It’s your birthday, after all.”
“What’s she going to do when we’re both inside her at once?” Luka asked, each word labored.
And Tessa momentarily stopped breathing at the words, because what?
Theon chuckled, “Oh, she likes the sound of that, Luka. You should have seen the way her power leapt in her eyes.”
“Fuck off,” she snapped, feeling her pleasure building once more.
“Theon,” she gasped.
But he was already moving, already knowing what she needed. He took her mouth with his again while his darkness slid down her flesh to her core, coiling and pulsing against her clit.
“That’s it,” Theon murmured against her lips. “Give him what’s his, Tessa. Take it from him the same way you take it from me.”
Her entire body tensed as she found her release again, Luka gripping her hips tight and holding her to him as he followed her. Her breaths were sharp inhales as she collapsed onto the bed, Theon pulling her onto his chest while Luka settled behind her, his spent cock nestling against her ass.
“Happy birthday to me,” she murmured, already feeling sleep pulling her under.
She felt Theon huff a breath of laughter while Luka pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder.
“I told you we’re not nearly done,” Theon said darkly, rolling her back to Luka.
And they weren’t.
They spent the next hours showing her just how grateful they were she’d been born to the stars. It had to be well into the morning hours when they finally gave in to exhaustion, which is why Tessa was groaning in agony at the incessant knocking on the door as the sun came up.
“Make it stop,” she moaned, trying to burrow deeper into Luka’s chest.
“Someone better be fucking dying,” Theon muttered, rolling from the bed. She wasn’t even sure he put on pants as he stalked from the bedroom.
But when they heard him shout, “What?,” she and Luka both sat up in bed, fully alert as Theon appeared in the doorway.
“Get up. We need to go,” Theon said, striding for the walk-in closet. “Rordan is in Castle Pines. We’re under attack.”