Page 49 of Legacy Ascended

"I know," he says against my ear. "Let it go."

That finishes me. I go over with Luke buried to the hilt and Soren's fingers still moving and Luke follows a few strokes later, saying my name against my mouth.

Soren takes his time.

He moves me himself while I'm still boneless — turns me carefully onto my right side, fits himself in behind me, settles my left arm along the pillow where nothing can drag. Then he puts a hand flat over my sternum and holds it there until my heartbeat begins to slow.

"Tell me what you want," he says against my ear.

"You."

"Say the rest of it."

He won't move until I've said it out loud.

So I tell him exactly how I want him to touch me, and his breath leaves him hard against my neck.

Then he lifts my top thigh with one hand and pushes into me from behind, slow, and keeps going until my body has to stretch around him.

"Oh—"

"Yes." His mouth is at the back of my neck. "Take it."

He keeps the same slow pace, pushing deep each time. His forehead presses to the back of my neck, and except for his breathing, he's almost silent.

Torres has come around in front of me, kissing me, my good hand wrapped around him now, stroking while he groans into my mouth.

"That's it," Soren says once, low. "There. Stay exactly there."

He gets his hand down between my thighs and holds it still, two fingers, and makes me grind against them on every stroke, so it's my own movement doing it.

It takes a long time and I don't want it to stop. When it finally goes through me I'm shaking so hard he has to hold me still. He comes with his mouth against the back of my neck, saying my name.

Torres finishes across my hand and stomach soon after, swearing into my hair the entire time, then collapses sideways and says, "Okay. Okay. Good. That's— yeah."

When we finally stop moving, Torres disappears into the bathroom and returns with a warm cloth, and cleans me up himself, carefully. Luke goes and gets the pasta Declan left, and the bread, and comes back with all of it on one plate because I guess we are sharing. Soren rebuilds the bed around my left side — pillows under the arm, one behind my back, one at my hip — and then gets in behind me.

"You're doing it again," I tell him and he just nods and kisses my head.

We eat cold pasta in my bed and Luke gets sauce on my sheets and is visibly appalled by himself.

"Leave it."

"I'm going to think about it."

"Luke, nothing about this evening is tidy."

Torres laughs so hard he has to put his face in the mattress.

Somewhere in there I fall asleep and wake to Soren and Luke quietly arguing about the correct way to make coffee.

Later, when I think the others are asleep, I turn my left wrist over on the pillow.

Four arcs.

“He’s waiting for you,” Luke says.

I look over. “You’re awake?”