"Theo," I said again, reaching for him, trying to clear the fog from my brain even as my nerve endings sang with pleasure. "I'm here, I—"
I felt Luca's arms around me, lifting me to straddle his lap, and as I rose, I wrapped one arm around Theo's neck and brought his lips to mine. He groaned against my mouth, low and desperate, his hand coming to my waist to steady me. Luca was gripping my hips, pulling me closer, and the feeling of him swollen within me as Theo's lips roamed over my throat was almost too much to bear.
There was no doubt, now, that Lilin was within me, that her fervor for Abigor fueled the movement of my body against Luca's. But it was mine, too: for Luca, for Theo, and even, as I gazed over Theo's head, for Julian, who watched us with handfuls of soil and eyes that burned as brightly as the fire.
"Stay with me," Theo moaned into the nape of my neck, and let out a shuddering breath as I reached back to fumble with his belt. Suddenly desperate to feel him, I tore at the fabric until he helped me, shoving his pants out of the way and letting me wrap one hand around him. His skin was silk against my palm. He thrust against me and I felt the scrape of his teeth at my shoulder, carnal and raw, so like Luca that I gasped.