Page 105 of Hero of Havoc

“Then don’t be helpless, Princess. What can we do to fix it? You need something to make you feel like you have control again.”

“That makes me sound ridiculous,” I grumble, and he scoffs.

“No, it makes you sound real and raw. Overwhelm comes when we don’t have a sense of control. To stop the spiral, you take the reins. What does that look like for you?”

I shake my head, understanding his words, but I’m too deep in what he’s deeming a spiral to formulate a way out.

“It’s okay, Ivy. Look at me.” He presses the tip of his finger under my chin. “Look at me,” he repeats, and I drag my gaze to his. “Tell me to do something, anything.” My eyebrows furrow as I shake my head again, but he insists. “Tell me.”

“Take this dress off me,” I rasp, the sequins itchy against my skin, and he nods.

“Of course.” He trails his fingers down my arm as he slowly walks behind me, before finding the zipper and dragging it at the slowest pace possible.

A shiver runs down my spine, and I can’t bring myself to make him hurry as I relish the moment.

“Would you like me to run you a shower?” he asks as the material pools at my feet, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.

“I showered before, at Archer’s home,” I breathe, hating how empty I feel as he removes his hands from my body. I can’t even remember what I was craving before, only what I want so desperately now.

Turning to face him, in my white lace lingerie set, I brace my hand on the beam of my four-poster bed as I lift one foot off the ground.

“Take them off for me, please,” I whisper, and he grins.

“Don’t use your manners, Princess,” he replies huskily as he takes a seat on my bed, bringing my foot to his thigh as he reaches for the clasp. He steals my breath, doing as I ask before pressing a kiss against my ankle, shamelessly repeating the motion on the other foot too. “What now?” he asks, his gaze fixed on my breasts, and despite the way my cheeks heat, I feel bold, in control, and completely addicted to the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

“Take what’s left or finish the job.”

Lightning fast, he snaps at the waistband of my panties, letting the material crumple at my feet before tearing at my bra, exposing my breasts without wasting a single second.

“I used up all of my patience already, Princess,” he states, eyeing me greedily as the door swings open behind me, and a whoosh of air ghosts over my skin.

Archer moves through the door, kicking it closed behind him as he startles, taking us in. He looks from me to Teddy, the scattered clothes on the floor, and back to me.

“Did I miss something?” he asks, cocking a brow at us, and I turn to Teddy, but he grins at him.

“You almost did. Ivy was about to tell us what to do next. I’m already in nothing but my boxer shorts, so maybe you should catch up,” he goads, and Archer’s stare burns into mine, a question flickering in his eyes before I nod.

“Catch up, Archer.”

He reaches over his shoulder, grabbing the collar of his shirt before pulling it over his head. I swoon as his muscles flex, but I don’t get time to bask in his body before he kicks his shoes and socks off and reaches for the waistband of his pants, discarding it all until he’s wearing only his boxer shorts like Teddy.

I can’t speak; all I can do is stare between them as the weight of what I’ve started settles over the room. But there’s no way in hell I’m backing out now.

Control is exactly what I need, and I can’t get enough of it.

“Words, Ivy. What comes next,” Teddy murmurs, trailing his fingers over my bare thigh, inching ever so close to my core, but he stops a breath away, the grin on his lips confirming his intention.

“Taste me,” I dare to whisper, and his pupils dilate as his jaw falls slack.

“You’re hot when you’re bossy, Princess,” he rasps, grabbing my waist in one swift move, forcing a yelp from my lips before my knees meet the soft fabric of my sheets.

I fall forward, hands grasping at the material just in time for his tongue to delve between my folds.

“Oh my…” My words drift into a cry of ecstasy, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he takes my command very seriously, tasting every inch of my core as a shadow falls over me.

I tilt my head back just enough to find Archer peering down at me, hand wrapped around his cock, which remains hidden behind his boxer shorts.

“Do I get to taste your lips, or do I get the pleasure of having you taste me?” he murmurs, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, basking in Teddy’s attention to detail before I can summon a response.