Page 48 of Legacy Ascended

"Oh, fuck you," I say, and he grins at me with his mouth wet, and my whole body clenches again.

He goes down between my legs a moment later, because apparently that was a warm-up.

Soren moves me — lifts me into his lap and opens my thighs with a hand under each knee. He holds them open careful of my shoulder, and somehow that makes it hotter.

And Torres puts his mouth on me.

He licks into me first, slow and flat and greedy, then finds my clit and settles there and doesn't move off it. Two fingers back inside. The other hand helping Soren hold open a thigh, because I've stopped being able to keep still.

"Baby," he says against me, "you taste—"

"Don't talk."

"Mm-mm." He does it anyway, muffled and filthy, telling me exactly what he's been thinking about for two weeks, and the vibration of it nearly finishes me on its own.

Luke's got my face in his hands, kissing me through all of it, and my hand is still working him, and his hips have started moving into my grip.

"Slower," I say, and Torres goes slower. "There — no, there—"

And then I can't talk at all.

The second one breaks harder than the first. I hear myself sob through it, and my heels come off the mattress, and Soren holds me tight with an arm across my hips.

Afterwards I'm shaking, my face is wet, and somehow I'm laughing.

"She's crying," Torres says, coming up my body fast. "Luke, she's—"

"Give her a second," Luke says.

"I'm fine." I get my good hand into Torres's hair. "You three are looking at me like an alarm went off. It's just—"

"Yeah," Torres says, and puts his forehead on my sternum. "I know."

Luke doesn't move until I say his name.

"Are you sure," he says. His jaw is tight and his breathing isn't steady anymore, and he's wet in my hand and still asking.

"Luke. Yes. I want you inside me." I get my hand around the back of his neck and pull. "I don't want gentle. I want you."

He lifts me off Soren, lays me down and crawls between my thighs. But when he pushes into me he stops halfway with his eyes shut and shudders.

"Jessica—"

"I'm here."

"Say it again."

"I'm here. I'm right here. All of me."

He sinks the rest of the way in and we both make a noise.

His first strokes are slow and controlled. Then I arch into him and tell him how good he feels.

And the control goes. His hand closes around my good wrist and presses it into the mattress beside my hip, and he starts to fuck me properly, deep and even and hard, and he doesn't take his eyes off mine.

Soren reaches down between us and finds my swollen clit.

"Soren—" I can't finish it.