Theirs to Corrupt (Titans Captivated #5)

Chapter 16

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Tessa

Wide-eyed, as if I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t, I meet his gaze.

Slowly Link releases me, sliding his hands from my hair to my shoulders, grounding me.

Then he turns to Pax. “Glad you’re back. And no, you’re not interrupting. Tessa had a bad dream, and we were enjoying a glass of wine.”

“And thinking about the honeymoon?” Pax asks.

“Among other things,” Link acknowledges.

My heart races, and I’m acutely aware of Pax’s presence and the way his green eyes assess the situation, and me.

“Join us?” Link offers.

Join us?

“Wine?”

“Whiskey,” Pax responds. But instead of waiting on Link, he crosses to the bar area and splashes the amber liquor into a glass.

Regarding me, Pax takes a slow sip, then sets the glass down on the nearby table. He disappears into his room, returning moments later without his suit coat or shoulder holster.

His shirt sleeves are rolled back, revealing the strength of his forearms. Without his armor, he seems approachable, more human.

He joins Link and me at the window, and I drink in his scent—of lethal power and determination.

“Where were you?” Pax asks Link.

“Getting to know our future bride,” Link replies, his eyes never leaving my face.

“Excellent idea,” Pax agrees, voice a purr of approval.

I’m unsure what to do, how to navigate this foreign dynamic.

Link turns me to face Pax. Then he moves in behind me, his warmth radiating against me.

“You okay with me joining you?” Pax asks.

My voice seems stuck in my throat. “Yes.”

“Tell me to stop at any time.”

Whatever he— they —are offering, I desperately want.

I nod.

“Say it out loud,” Link demands. “Give us the words.”

Swallowing deeply, I meet Pax’s eyes. “Yes,” I whisper.

Approval flares in the depth of his gaze. Leaning down, Pax tugs on the knot holding my robe closed. Slowly the lapels part.

This is what I hunger for.

Pax’s kiss is gentle at first, and I taste the smoky, rich undertones of his whiskey. His lips move against mine with a confidence that leaves me breathless, and I respond with an eagerness that surprises me.

His hands are firm but gentle as they frame my face, holding me in place as he deepens the kiss.

Behind me, Link’s presence is solid and reassuring.

The contrast between the two men is stark—Pax’s kiss is a bold statement, while Link’s touch is a possessive promise.

Agonizingly he ends the kiss as Link begins to ease my robe from my shoulders.

The silk slides down my arms to pool at my feet.

I’m left standing in nothing but my sleep shorts and top, the cool air of the suite raising tiny bumps on my exposed skin.

Link skims his fingers across my shoulders, his touch lighting a trail of fire while Pax allows his gaze to travel my body, from bottom to top, appreciation clear in his eyes.

For the first time in forever, I feel desired, and more…safe.

“You are exquisite.” Pax traces the V of my sleep shirt.

Instantly, just like in my dream, my nipples harden.

“So responsive.”

Link wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me back against him.

His erection presses against me, making me gasp.

Holding my gaze captive, Pax captures the bottom of my shirt.

Suddenly I’m throbbing with need.

After pausing for only a second, he sweeps the silk up and off. Moments later, it floats downward, landing on my robe.

Instantly Link cups my breasts, brushing his thumbs over my sensitive nipples. I moan desperately as I arch into his touch.

Pax watches us, his eyes dark with desire.

Then, wordlessly, he drops to his knees before me.

Oh God.

This can not be real.

He places his hands on my waist. Then he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts.

Lost, I tip my head back, surrendering to him. To them.

Even as Link continues to tease my nipples, Pax peels the fabric down my legs, leaving me completely exposed, vulnerable.

Then he presses a gentle kiss to my inner thigh, making me shake. I’m trapped in a vortex of sensation, my body aching for more.

“Tessa?” he asks, looking up at me.

“Please,” I whisper, not entirely sure what I’m asking for, only knowing that I need something—something only they can give me.

Still massaging my breasts, Link presses his lips to the curve of my neck.

So, so wonderful.

Then he nips my sensitive skin.

With a groan, I tilt my head to the side, inadvertently giving him better access. I shouldn’t want this, but I do.

Pax leans forward, and I automatically tense.

“Relax,” Link whispers, continuing what he’s doing, driving me wild.

With his fingers, Pax spreads my labia.

No man has ever touched me there.

Then he tastes my aching bundle of nerves.

Sensation rocks me, and I cry out.

Together, they explore my body, their hands and mouths mapping out every curve and hollow. I’m lost in a sea of pleasure, each touch, each kiss, pushing me higher and higher.

I don’t know how to ask for what I want.

Yet my two men seem to know what that is even better than I do.

“We’ve got you,” Link promises against my ear.

Pax circles my clit, each stroke deliberate and maddening as Link continues to pinch and roll my nipples. The slight sting of pain mixes with the pleasure Pax is so skillfully coaxing from my body. Together, they’re driving me to the edge.

“Let go, Tessa.” Link’s voice is a seductive rumble.

At that instant, Pax increases the pressure, the rhythm, sending me spiraling. I cry out as an orgasm crashes into me, leaving me weak, my body vibrating.

As Link promised, they are both there for me.

He releases his grip to encircle my body, and Pax moves his hands to my hips, helping hold me steady.

As the aftershocks subside, I’m left shattered.

Gently Link turns me toward him, and he captures my lips in a searing, claiming kiss that steals what little breath I have left.

This time, it’s Pax who moves in behind me, holding me captive between their two bodies.

“That was…” At a loss for words, I trail off.

“Just the beginning,” Link finishes for me, his blue eyes filled with possession.

The dream had been stunning.

But reality is even more incredible.

“Think you can sleep now?” Link asks.

Staying awake would take more energy than I have.

Gently Pax scoops me from the floor and carries me toward my room.

He places me on the bed.

From where he’s lounging against the door jamb, Link says, “Let us know if you need anything.”

His words are suggestive, and my response is as well.

But I don’t dare tell them what I really need…

“This time, little dove…” He pushes himself upright. “Dream about the honeymoon.” After he pauses, “Because I’ll be planning every single moment. Laying you bare to me…”