Theirs to Corrupt (Titans Captivated #5)

Chapter 19

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Tessa

“What are you doing?” I demand as Pax places his fingers against the small of my back and guides me away from the chapel’s foyer.

“Taking you somewhere private.”

“But—”

“We’re starting the honeymoon early.”

I gasp. “You can’t do this.”

“Who’s going to stop me?”

“Pax!” There’s no reasoning with him. “We have guests.”

“All of whom have seen you, how beautiful you look. Not one of them would blame us for wanting a few minutes alone with you.”

This is crazy, impossible. This gorgeous bodyguard is as determined and unswayable as Link is.

At the entrance to the bridal room, Ariella opens the door, looks inside, then nods at Pax and resumes her position.

Torin and Mira are still with Link, and I understand other agents have moved to the place where the cocktail hour is being hosted.

“No one but Merritt is allowed inside,” he informs the agent.

“Yes, sir.”

Moments later, we’re sealed inside.

“Seriously,” I say, pulling away from Pax and turning to face him. “We can’t do this.”

“Oh yes, we can.” He grins wolfishly. “And will.”

I shake my head. “You’re impossible.”

“Might as well relax for a few minutes until Link joins us.”

Since I walked out of this room, I’ve been swept into a flurry of activity.

After the ceremony, Link had kissed me deeply—indecently so—as people cheered. In the background, I was hyperaware of Marcella snapping dozens of photos.

The moment we were in the foyer area, attendees started filing out, which didn’t leave the three of us even a moment of alone time.

For at least half an hour, I honestly believed the receiving line would never end. I’ve never shaken so many hands in my life. I met people whose names I’ll never remember, and others I know are important to Link or Pax.

One bright spot was hugging Marge and hearing her promise that she was staying for at least a little bit of the reception.

Then Natalie introduced me to David, who was lovely and seemed to give my friend plenty of attention.

I was happy to see Lorenzo and meet his wife, Zara. And of course, Hawkeye was there, along with the mysterious Inamorata.

Pax is right. A moment to relax in some peace and quiet might not be all bad.

But I know they have something in store for me, and that anticipation makes me tingle.

“Looks as if there’s still an unopened bottle of champagne over here.”

“It was for the mimosas. So it might not be up to your standards.”

“I’m not as much of a wine snob as Link.”

I fake gasp. “Don’t tell me you even drink beer.”

He lifts one shoulder and flashes a grin. “On occasion.”

As always, around him I relax, though I should know better.

His movements silent and stealthy, Pax crosses to the side table, pulls the bottle from its now-melted ice bath, then removes the cork. He pours two glasses.

“You’re serious about this?”

“Meaning exercising our conjugal rights?” he asks with a grin.

Heat rushes up my face.

Do they really intend to make love to me here, or do they plan to drive me mad once more?

“I’m sure we’ll be missed.”

“Link and Nora are directing everyone to the open bar. I promise you; no one is upset.”

He offers me one of the flutes, which I gratefully accept.

A moment later, Link strolls in, all restrained masculine energy and devilish good looks.

In a quick move, he locks the door behind him.

Being in the Sky Chapel with them is one thing, but being in a small room and seeing the determined gleams in both of their eyes is another entirely.

“Where were you?” he asks.

“Getting ready for a toast.” Pax pauses. “Before other things.”

Needing to settle my sudden flush of nerves, I swallow a big drink.

Once he’s poured himself a glass, he joins us. “To our future.”

The three of us tap our glasses together, then take a sip.

Link lifts his upper lip. “We’ll do this again later tonight with a decent vintage.”

“I told Pax you wouldn’t approve.”

“It’s the Bella Rosa, so it’s tolerable.”

To me, the champagne tastes divine, though I do admit it doesn’t compare to the bottle he bought at Maestro’s. Of course, this one probably costs less than half of the brand he prefers.

Pax regards me. “I understand Link put something on your leg before the ceremony.”

The garter?

Pax plucks the glass from my hand. Then he places both of them back on the table before moving toward the mirror. “Come here, Tessa.”

Nervous with excitement and anticipation, I move to the spot he indicates.

With a nod, he says, “Lift up your dress for me, Tessa.”

His tone is so uncompromising that it never occurs to me not to follow his command.

“Higher,” he instructs when I reach knee level. “I want it up over your hips.”

Since it’s a sheath, I have to wiggle in order to do what he says.

He stands in front of me, then lowers himself to his knees and trails his fingers up the outside of my legs, sending shivers down my spine as he helps raise the fabric higher.

Watching my own expression is unnerving.

Moments later, Link places his glass alongside ours.

I see him in the mirror, directly behind me, his expression unreadable.

Then he shocks me by kneeling behind me.

I have no idea what’s going on, but Pax’s warm breath tickles my thigh as he leans in closer, his lips just grazing the delicate lace.

With a tantalizing slowness, Pax uses his teeth to tease the garter down my leg. The act is electrifying, every touch sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

Link’s hands are on my back, providing a reassuring touch.

As the tiny scrap of material finally falls around my ankle, I gasp.

Pax captures my foot and lifts it to slip off the lacy scrap.

Hunger in his eyes, he pockets it.

I’ve heard of a groom removing the bride’s garter, but never like this.

“Now the panties,” Link says.

What?

“You want me to take them off?” I ask, hating that I can’t see his expression.

“No. Not at all. We’re spoiling you.”

They are planning to remove them?

Link hooks his fingers in the waistband of the fabric.

My knees weaken, forcing me to grab Pax’s shoulders for stability.

Pax eases his hands up my thighs, his fingers dancing on my skin.

I can’t believe this is happening. Excitement and desire whirl inside me, crashing into my nervousness to create a potent cocktail.

He looks up at me, his dark eyes laced with primal desire.

Both men hook their fingers inside the waistband of my silk panties and gently ease them over my hipbones.

They work together to slide them down my thighs, a torturous inch at a time.

Pax’s touch lingers on me, as if he’s memorizing every curve and dip.

The air is cool against my skin, and I’m vulnerable and exposed.

When the material is finally at my ankles, Pax taps my right foot.

Obediently I lift it. Once the material is free, I raise the other.

“I’ll take those.” Link’s tone is firm.

He leans to the side a little, so that I can watch as he lifts the material to his nose. “That scent… Of you, your arousal…”

I’m scandalized.

“From earlier?” he asks. “Before the ceremony? Or from what Pax just did?”

“I…”

“Be honest, wife. Otherwise you might earn a spanking.”

I dig my fingers into Pax’s muscular shoulders. A spanking? Link can’t be serious. Yet his features are set, and there’s no hint of teasing in his voice.

Would he really do that?

Pax’s hands, still on my thighs, begin to move upward again, his thumbs tracing circles on my inner thighs. I can’t look away from the reflection of Link in the mirror, holding my panties, his gaze locked on mine.

“You might want to answer him, Tessa,” Pax murmurs, his voice a low rumble as his fingers inch closer to my most intimate place.

“Both,” I admit, my voice barely a whisper. “From before and from just now.”

Link’s eyes darken, and he nods, a small smile playing on his lips. “Such honesty. That’s our good girl,” he praises.

His outrageous words send pleasure through me.

Pax’s fingers reach the apex of my thighs, and I gasp as he parts my folds, exposing me. I’m aching with need. He runs a finger along my slit, gathering my dampness, then brings it to his mouth, tasting me.

I whimper.

Pax wraps one arm around my waist to steady me while his other hand explores my pussy, spreading my wetness, circling my clit.

With each touch, pressure builds in my body.

Link stands and tucks my panties in his slacks’ pocket.

He comes around to stand in front of me, next to Pax, who moves to the side but doesn’t stop what he’s doing.

“You’re so wet for me, Tessa. For us,” he murmurs, his voice like steel wrapped in silk. “Is this what you want? Both of us touching you, fucking you?”

I nod, my breath coming in short gasps. Pax’s fingers are magical, dancing over my sensitive flesh, driving me wild. “Oh…”

Then he slides a finger inside me. In total pleasure, I whimper. “Yes,” I plead, my hips moving in time with Pax’s hand. Was it only earlier that I was speechless when Link demanded I beg? Now it seems so natural.

“Open your mouth,” Link demands.

When I do, he sticks his finger inside. “Get it wet.”

I swirl my tongue, doing as he says.

“That’s it. Very nice, little dove.”

Link eases his finger from my mouth and moves it between my legs. He can’t mean to…

Even while Pax is pleasuring me, Link eases inside me too, impossibly stretching and filling me.

I’m surrounded by them, consumed by their touches, their scent, their heat.

Pax and Link thrust in and out, their rhythms steady and relentless.

It’s all too much, and yet… Will I ever get enough of them?

I’m sucking in desperate gulps of air, my body coiling tighter with each stroke. “I’ve… I need…”

“Tell us,” Link demands.

Words fail me.

“To come?” Pax suggests, his voice low and sexy.

“Please.”

Link groans, a sensual, promising sound. “You’re perfect.”

Their movements, the way Pax presses harder against my clit… I thrust toward them, my orgasm building.

“Come for us, Tessa,” Link whispers in my ear, his voice commanding. “Let us see you fall apart.”

They move faster, their fingers fucking me, their strokes more insistent.

A wave of pleasure threatens to crash over me.

“That’s it.” Link’s voice is a deep growl.

I’m lost.

With a scream, I come, my body convulsing as the pleasure crests over me.

Link props a palm beneath my head to support it, and he claims my mouth.

They slow slightly, drawing out my orgasm.

Finally I’m worn out, sated, and my body goes weak, but Link is there to catch me, just like he’s always been. Somehow both of his arms are around me, and he holds me up.

Pax gently pulls out. With his gaze capturing mine, he tastes me.

They’re both so sexy and bold, and I can’t imagine making love with any other man.

“That was just the beginning, wife,” Link promises. “To give you a hint of what will happen as soon as we can get you away from the reception.”

A wild part of me that I don’t recognize wonders if we can skip attending.

“Ready to face our guests?”