39. Chapter 39
Wren
The walk back to my apartment passes in a blur.
Jace keeps his arm around me, solid and protective, as if he's afraid I might disappear if he lets go.
We don't speak much—we don't need to. The confession on the sidewalk has shifted something between us, creating a new understanding that doesn't require words.
When we reach my building, I see Theo pacing near the entrance, his expression tightening with concern when he spots us. Jace must have texted him about what happened and I didn’t notice. Maybe I’m more shaken than I realized.
"Are you okay?" Theo asks immediately, rushing forward to meet us. His eyes scan me for injuries, then flick to Jace, taking in his bruised knuckles and the spots of blood on his shirt. "What the hell happened?"
"Inside," Jace says, his voice still carrying an edge of controlled fury. "I'll explain everything."
Theo nods, falling into step beside us as we enter the building. Once inside my apartment, Jace leads me to the couch while Theo heads to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water and my pain medication.
"You should take this," he says softly. "Your head must be killing you after all that."
I accept the pills gratefully, realizing he's right—my head is throbbing. While I swallow them, Jace gives Theo a quick, clinical rundown of what happened at the café.
"That fucking piece of shit," Theo seethes when Jace describes Marcus grabbing me. "I should go back there and finish what you started."
"No," I say, the word coming more easily now that I've begun using my voice again. It's still rough, still unfamiliar, but it's mine.
Both men freeze at the sound, their eyes snapping to my face.
"You're talking," Theo breathes, wonder and something like reverence in his voice.
I nod, my hand rising to my throat unconsciously. "A little," I manage. "Still hard."
Theo sinks to his knees in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine. "Your voice is beautiful," he says softly. "Even rough like this, it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard."
I feel my cheeks warm at his praise. "Not fixed," I whisper. "Just... trying."
"Don't push yourself," Jace says, sitting beside me. His hand finds mine, his thumb tracing patterns on my skin. "Use whatever communication feels right to you. We're just happy to hear you, however much or little you want to speak."
I lean into him, suddenly exhausted. The adrenaline from the confrontation with Marcus is wearing off, leaving me drained and shaky. Theo remains on his knees before me, his hand resting lightly on my knee.
"I love you," I say to both of them, the words still strange on my tongue but necessary. "Both of you."
Theo's eyes widen, his lips parting in surprise. Jace's arm tightens around me.
"I thought—" Theo starts, then stops, swallowing hard. "I thought you weren't ready to say that yet."
I shrug, a small smile tugging at my lips. "Changed my mind."
Theo laughs, the sound warm and relieved. "You're incredible, you know that? Absolutely fucking incredible."
His hand slides up my leg, a question in his touch. I nod, granting permission, and he leans forward to press his lips to my knee, then my thigh, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Let us take care of you tonight," he murmurs against my skin. "Let us show you how much we love you."
The heat in his gaze sends a shiver down my spine. I glance at Jace, finding the same desire reflected in his eyes.
"Yes," I whisper, the word barely audible.
Theo rises from his knees, taking my hand and gently pulling me to my feet. I'm trembling slightly, from exhaustion, from adrenaline, from desire—I'm not sure which. Maybe all three.
"Let's get you to bed," he says softly.
They lead me to the bedroom, Jace's arm still protectively around my waist, Theo's fingers intertwined with mine. In the soft lamplight, they undress me with reverent hands, their touches feather-light against my skin.
"You're so beautiful," Theo murmurs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder as he slides my shirt off.
Jace kneels to remove my shoes, his fingers trailing up my calves as he rises. "We're going to take care of you tonight," he promises, his voice low and serious. "You don't have to do anything but feel."
A part of me wants to protest. I've spent days reclaiming my control, asserting my power over them.
The thought of surrendering that hard-won dominance makes something in me resist. But another part—the part that's bone-weary and emotionally drained—craves the release of letting go, just for tonight.
"Let us worship you," Jace continues, his hands moving to the button of my jeans. "Let us show you how much we adore you. Tell us if you want to stop at any point."
"I won't want to stop," I whisper, the words scratching my throat.
They work in tandem, undressing me and moving me until I'm lying naked before them. I should feel vulnerable, exposed, but all I feel is cherished as their eyes travel over my body.
"So goddamn beautiful," Theo breathes, his hands sliding up my calves.
Jace's expression is more intense, almost predatory. "I want to taste you," he says, his voice dropping to a register that sends heat pooling between my thighs. "I've been thinking about it all day."
I nod, unable to deny him anything when he looks at me like that.
"Scoot up," he instructs, his tone gentle but commanding. "I want you over my face."
My breath catches at his words. We've done this before, but there's something different about it tonight—a new intensity, a shift in dynamic. I move up the bed as directed, my heart racing with anticipation.
Jace positions himself beneath me, guiding my thighs to either side of his head. His hands grip my hips, holding me suspended just above his mouth. I can feel his breath against my folds, warm and teasing.
"I could eat this pussy for dessert every day for the rest of my life," he murmurs, his eyes locked with mine. "The way you taste... it's addictive. Like nothing else in the world."
Before I can respond, he pulls me down onto his mouth, his tongue immediately finding my clit. I gasp, my hands flying to the headboard for support as pleasure jolts through me.
Jace's hands tighten on my hips, guiding my movements as his tongue works magic between my thighs. I can't help the small sounds that escape me—half-gasps, half-moans that seem to spur him on.
"That's it," he murmurs against me when I roll my hips, seeking more pressure. "Use my mouth. Take what you need."
His words send another surge of heat through me. I begin to move more deliberately, grinding against his tongue, chasing the pleasure that's building rapidly. Jace groans, the vibration adding another layer of sensation that makes me shiver.
"He loves that," Theo says, now completely naked and stroking himself as he watches us. "Look at him. He'd stay down there for hours if you let him."
As if to prove Theo's point, Jace redoubles his efforts, his tongue flicking rapidly over my clit before dipping lower to tease my entrance. I cry out, the sound louder and clearer than I expected.
"Yes," Jace murmurs against me, his voice muffled but audible. "Let me hear you. I want to hear what I do to you."
His tongue pushes inside me, then withdraws to circle my clit again. The pattern is maddening, bringing me close to the edge but never quite enough to push me over. I whimper, my hips moving more insistently against his mouth.
"Tell him what you need," Theo encourages, moving closer. His hand slides up my back, a warm, steadying presence.
"More," I gasp, the word rough but clear. "Please, Jace."
Jace responds immediately, his tongue pressing more firmly against my clit while one hand leaves my hip. A moment later, I feel his finger teasing my entrance, then pushing slowly inside. The dual sensation makes me moan, my head falling back as pleasure builds.
"Another," I manage to say, rocking against his face with increasing urgency.
He complies, adding a second finger alongside the first, stretching me deliciously as his tongue continues its relentless attention to my clit. The combination is overwhelming, pushing me rapidly toward climax.
"Look at you," Theo murmurs, his hand now in my hair, gently tilting my face toward his. "So fucking beautiful when you're about to come."
His words, combined with Jace's skilled mouth and fingers, send me tumbling over the edge.
I cry out, my body clenching around Jace's fingers as waves of pleasure crash through me.
He doesn't let up, his tongue continuing to work against me, drawing out my orgasm until I'm trembling and oversensitive.
Only then does he allow me to lift away, his face glistening with evidence of my pleasure. His eyes are dark with desire, his breathing ragged.
"I could do that all night," he says, his voice rough with want. "Just to hear those sounds you make."
Theo helps me shift to lie beside Jace, my body still quivering with aftershocks. But instead of giving me time to recover, they exchange a look that makes my pulse quicken again.
"We're not done," Theo says, his smile playful but his eyes serious. "Not even close."
Jace sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning down to kiss me. I taste myself on his lips, the intimacy of it making me shiver.
"Turn over," he instructs when he breaks the kiss. "On your hands and knees."
The command sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
Normally, I might challenge him, might assert my own control again.
But tonight, after everything that's happened, there's something freeing about surrendering to them.
About letting them take care of me, pleasure me, worship me in the way they've been begging to.
I roll onto my stomach, then push up onto my hands and knees. The position makes me feel exposed, vulnerable, but the hungry looks on their faces erase any self-consciousness.
"Perfect," Jace murmurs, his hand trailing down my spine. "So fucking perfect."