Page 33 of Legacy Elite

"Luke—"

"I didn't mind."

"I'm going to—"

"Yes," Luke says.

Torres puts two fingers in me and curls them and doesn't let up with his mouth, and I come standing up, shaking apart between the pair of them with Luke's arm locked across my waist holding me on my feet.

I sag. Luke takes it.

"Okay," I manage.

"Okay?" Torres says, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist, looking obscenely pleased with himself.

"Get up here."

"Say please."

"Get up here."

He gets up.

I get his shirt off him. There's more of him than there was in April — Frosthaven has a mountain and he clearly spent the summer on it — and I put my mouth on his chest and my hand down the front of his jeans and take hold of him, and the noise he makes is worth everything.

"Jess."

"Off."

Behind me, Luke is undressing without any urgency, which is a thing he’s doing specifically to make me insane, and it is working.

I get Torres onto the bed and get my mouth on him, and he swears in two languages and gets a hand in my hair gripping hard, and I take him as deep as I can and hold there until his stomach jumps.

"Wait—" His hand tightens. "Wait, wait, I'm not doing that yet."

I come off him with my hand still moving. "You're not?"

"I've had four months of ideas," Torres says. "We're doing at least six of them."

He flips me.

I end up on my hands and knees in the middle of my own ridiculous bed, and Luke is kneeling in front of me, gold in the lamplight.

"You're staring," Luke says.

"You're gorgeous. Stay there."

Torres puts a hand flat between my shoulder blades and then his cock is dragging through how wet I am, once, twice, unbearable.

"Now," I say. "Right now, Torres, I mean it—"

He pushes into me all the way and I lose my thoughts.

He doesn't go slow. I don’t want slow. He's got both hands on my hips and he's fucking me properly, and every stroke drives me forward, and Luke gathers my hair back off my face in one hand and holds it while I take him in my mouth.

Both of them at once, all the way through me, and the bond sings with it. I can't separate their need or desire from my own and I don't want to. The bond mark flares at my wrist.

I make a noise around Luke and his control slips for the first time all evening.