Page 111 of Legacy Ascended

"Left side's tender, not fragile," I tell them. "If something pulls I'll say so, and I'm not brave, so believe me when I don't."

They get my shirt off between them, Luke taking the sleeve down, Torres behind me with his hands warm at my hips and his mouth at the back of my neck. Then Luke's palms slide up my ribs, the bra is gone, and his mouth closes over my nipple while Torres holds me steady against his chest.

"Oh," I say, and Torres laughs quietly into my hair.

"That's the one," he says. "Draeven, she does that when you use your teeth a little."

"I'm aware."

"Just helping."

Luke uses his teeth a little, and the conversation ends.

They get me onto the bed and Torres arranges himself behind me, half sitting, so my back is against his chest and his arm lies across my ribs. He's got one hand cupping my breast and his mouth at the place under my ear that makes my toes curl, and I can feel exactly how interested he is against my lower back.

Luke settles between my knees and looks at me for a second with that green-eyed focus that used to make me lose track of my own sentences in first year. Then he puts his mouth on me.

He finds what I want and then refuses to give it to me at any speed I'd choose, two fingers curling while his tongue keeps a rhythm that is very deliberately not enough, and when I push my hips up he lays his forearm across my stomach and holds me down.

"Luke."

"Mm."

Torres tips my head back and kisses me, and Luke stops holding out and gives me the rhythm I've been chasing. I come with Torres's arm braced across my ribs and Luke's hand flat on my stomach.

I get my breath back and reach for Torres, and he shifts to give me the angle, and I get my hand into his shorts and he stops narrating anything at all. He says my name twice, and when Luke sits back on his heels to watch us, Torres opens one eye and says, "You could help," and Luke says, "I'm enjoying the view," and I laugh hard enough to nearly lose my grip.

I end up lying on Torres and slide onto his length. Luke comes in behind me, and I feel fingers where Torres is entering me.

"Let's open you up a little," Luke murmurs, working his finger in.

"Yes, more," I moan.

Luke keeps adding fingers until he decides I'm ready. Slowly I feel him pressing in.

"Oh god, so much. Too tight," I get out.

Luke pauses and slides his hand around to my clit. With just the right rhythm he brings me to a fast orgasm around Torres, and Luke slides in as I unclench. It doesn't end. With both of them sliding in and out the pressure keeps building, and I'm panting, chanting yes, yes.

It crests again and I'm screaming. Torres shouts and Luke comes too, and I feel their heat fill me up, and the sounds are obscene.

As I come down, Luke slides out and goes to the bathroom. He comes back to the bed, takes one look at us, and chuckles.

"Everybody up. This requires a shower."

Torres groans, but gathers me into his arms and carries me in to get cleaned up.

"Drink."

Torres holds a glass to my lips. Luke holds up a shirt to slip over my head.

"I think you broke me. I'm just going to bedrot for a week."

Torres grins. "Worth it?"

"That was amazing, and we're definitely doing it again," I mumble.

"Just tell me 'good boy' and I'll do anything you want, babe," Torres says.