“I know that,” Arden said, walking over to the end of the bed to stand before them. Somehow, he didn’t feel vulnerable even though he was bearing everything. His body, his pride, his soul. “Do you want to look up the word ‘offer’ in the dictionary?”
The couple exchanged a bewildered look. Dusk seemed to pass the baton of reason off to his mate.
“We know what you’re trying to do,” Leopold said, clearing his throat. “As much as we appreciate the thought, it’s not necessary.”
Arden scowled. “You know, a guy takes his clothes off and offers you the immortal crystal energy running through his veins and you could at least say thanks.”
Leopold gave a dry laugh. Arden noticed he was taking great pains to keep his eyes above the other man’s waist. “We just don’t want you to do something you’ll regret out of…”
“Out of what?” Arden challenged. “Guilt? Obligation? Fear of losing two of the only people who actually care about me?”
“Arden,” Dusk whispered. “We’re going to have to kill Eric. This would stain your hands with his blood.”
“I know what I’m doing,” said Arden. “And I know what the consequences for Eric will be if I give you this energy. That’s why I’m doing it.”
In truth, it wasn’t the only reason. If he had to give himself to another, there was no one he trusted more than the two of them together. Admitting that still felt too intimate.
It still felt foreign to use the vampire’s name, but Arden could no longer use the term Master. To some, it was the ultimate sign of respect, but to him, it had always been so much more than that. It was the purest expression of respect, sure, but it was also love, endearment and adoration. Eric had never been deserving of those things. Coming to see that had been a process so painful that sometimes it felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest, but he could finally see it now.
The absence of an object for the all-encompassing devotion he had come to accept as part of his nature left a hole too great to bear.
“And you can live with that?” Leo asked.
“I’ve lived with worse,” Arden muttered. “But I want something in return.”
They both looked confused. “What is it?” asked Dusk.
“I want to be yours,” said Arden. “I want to serve you both, beyond tonight.”
For once, Leopold seemed at a loss for words. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough with disbelief. “You want us to be your Masters?”
Arden nodded. Now he felt vulnerable. What if they didn’t want him? The possibility of more rejection felt like it would do him in, but the fear of being alone outweighed it.
No… that wasn’t it. It was too simple. He needed to belong to someone. He craved submission, acceptance, the bond that could only exist when power was given freely. It was an inborn need, but he didn’t want just any Master. He wanted them. He needed them. Together.
He had survived Eric’s betrayal, but he felt sure their rejection would be what ruined him, and yet there he was, offering his neck for the killing blow.
“Will you accept me?” asked Arden, crawling onto the bed. He knelt before them, his hands placed demurely in his lap.
For a moment, neither of them responded, but Arden could sense the shift in the way they were looking at him. He kept his gaze lowered in respect, but he could feel their eyes on him, exploring what had previously been off limits.
“What do you think, my love?” Leopold asked, his voice rough with desire.
“I want him.” Dusk’s was strained with the same need, a whisper that sent heat through Arden’s core.
Those words… They washed over him like summer rain, cool and healing. His eyes fluttered shut as the fae’s hand gently cupped his face.
“Let’s make him ours, then,” said Leopold. Arden gasped as the man rose from the bed and settled behind him. Leo’s strong hands rested on his shoulders, making Arden feel small and great at once. The elf’s lips brushed against the back of his neck and a shiver ran down his spine.
“He’s so responsive,” Dusk purred, sidling closer. He reached out to take Arden’s hands in his, stroking them languidly.
“And soft,” Leo added, running his hands down Arden’s slender arms.
“Ours,” Dusk echoed thoughtfully, as if rolling the word around in his mouth. The seductive smile that touched his lips suggested he enjoyed the taste of it. He gazed down at Arden like a benevolent god, kind and approving. “I like the sound of that.”
“So do I,” Leopold growled.
Arden tried to swallow but his mouth was dry and his heart was racing. Every touch, every look, was sweet torture. He wanted so much more. He wanted to be pressed between them, filled with their seed and claimed thoroughly in every way, but he knew better than to voice his desperation. He had made the decision to give himself over and that submission came with a code all its own.
He was theirs now, to do with as they pleased—or not.
“Do you want to be touched, lareta?” Dusk asked knowingly.
The intimate term was almost too much for Arden to bear. It spiked his desire beyond tolerance. He wasn’t even sure there was a direct translation for lareta in his tongue, but the affection with which the fae used it provided a definition his soul understood on the deepest level. “Yes,” he whispered, resisting the urge to press back against Leo until the elf’s big hands went down to where he wanted them. “Please.”
“Please what?” Leopold asked in a scolding tone.
Arden gasped as the elf’s hands tightened around his arms, but only because it made his cock throb with need. “Please, Master,” he corrected himself. He’d never made such an error in Eric’s presence, but then again, even he had never affected Arden in such a visceral way.
“That’s better,” Leo grunted, pulling Arden back against his chest. The chimera relaxed instinctively as the elf pulled him onto his lap. Even through Leo’s clothes, he could feel the man’s thick cock straining against the rough fabric of his trousers. It was so hard not to grind against him like the needy thing he’d become from that first innocent touch.
Dusk crawled forward, a sight to behold on his hands and knees with his lavender hair flowing freely around his broad shoulders. “We need to know what you’re comfortable with,” said Dusk. “If you want us to touch you, we need to know what’s okay and what’s not.”
“Everything,” Arden said in a rush of breath. He’d already decided to give himself over. Where he was concerned, there were no terms and conditions, no boundaries he wanted between them. “I want you to do everything. All of me. Take it, please.”
He knew his ability to speak coherently was fading, but his mind was crystal clear and already made up.
Dusk chuckled, resting his hands on Arden’s knees. “Are you offering your absolute submission with no rules or limitations?”
Arden nodded eagerly.
“He asked you a question,” said Leopold.
Arden swallowed. The elf’s tone was enough to make his mouth water. “Yes, Masters.”
“Just wanted to be sure,” Dusk murmured, his gaze traveling down Arden’s naked body. “If something hurts and you want it to stop, say ‘red.’ If you’re getting overwhelmed and you want to slow down, say ‘yellow.’ Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Arden whispered.
“I’m not sure he’s really listening,” Leo said dryly. “Repeat after him, pet.”
Arden groaned in frustration. The feeling of Leo’s erection against his ass was making it admittedly hard to focus, but he understood perfectly. “Red for stop, yellow for slow down. I got it.”
Dusk chuckled. “That’s good.” He reached down between Arden’s legs and took his cock in hand. It was already half-stiff, but one gentle squeeze was enough to have him fully erect in the fae’s palm. Dusk fondled him absently, as if he was just warming him up when Arden was already about to burst into flame. “For this to work, you have to communicate. If the energy leaves you too quickly, it could hurt you.”
So that was why he was taking it so slow. “I will,” he promised. It was a struggle to think of the words with what Dusk was doing to his cock. His touch was so casual and intimate.
“Taste him,” Leopold ordered, his voice husky. Arden’s breath hitched in his throat at the thought of the fae’s lips wrapped around him.
Dusk’s eyes lit up like he thought it was a brilliant idea. Arden’s legs were already slightly spread over Leo’s lap and his cock twitched as Dusk bent down between them and put the very tip of his tongue on the base of Arden’s shaft, dragging it up in one slow, teasing motion. Arden moaned and Leo pulled his arms around the chimera’s torso to keep Arden’s arms pinned at his side. The restraint turned him on even more, especially when Dusk’s mouth closed around his crown like he was sucking on a lollipop.
“Oh, fuck,” Arden gasped, arching his back into Leo’s firm chest. The elf held him close, nuzzling the side of his neck and breathing in deep as if he found the smaller man’s arousal as delicious as what Dusk was doing between his legs.
“You like that?” Leo whispered against his ear.
“Yes,” Arden answered in earnest. Dusk had taken him even deeper into his mouth until Arden’s tip hit the back of his throat and the sensation was enough to make him feel like he’d float away if Leo wasn’t holding onto him so tightly.
“Then you should ask for more,” the elf purred.
Arden licked his lips and squirmed, trying to recall the words he needed to make sure it continued. “Please, Master,” he panted. “More.”
It wasn’t much, but it was all he could come up with. Dusk obliged him, slipping his hand beneath Arden’s legs to roll his balls gently in his palm while he sucked even harder. The fae’s tongue teased the slit of his cock and Arden’s body surged in Leo’s embrace even though he had no desire to escape it.
“He makes such enchanting sounds,” Leo murmured, stroking the inside of Arden’s thigh as he watched over the chimera’s shoulder. His length was searing hot, even through his pants. Arden wanted it buried in him, thrusting while Dusk sucked him dry, but all he could do was whimper in desperation.
Dusk released the suction on Arden’s shaft and his eyes blazed as he looked up. “I want you to fuck him,” he said to his mate, echoing Arden’s deepest unspoken desire.
He squirmed eagerly, willing to leave the comfort of the man’s lap only so there could be no more barriers between them. Dusk caught him in his arms, smiling affectionately down at the chimera as he stroked his hair. “Easy.”
Arden collapsed against him, feeling weak all of a sudden in the most delightful way. He dug his hands into Dusk’s open shirt, desperate to feel him as his stiff cock rubbed up against the fae’s hard stomach. “Please,” he moaned. He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for, but when Dusk’s arm wrapped around his waist and the fae’s cool lips brushed against his, he knew.
Arden melted into the larger man’s arms and his kiss, moaning when Dusk’s sweet tongue entered his mouth and roved over his own. Seeking, darting, caressing. Every brush was pure magic and he could taste the stars and the moons on his lover’s lips.
When Dusk broke the kiss all too soon, Arden whimpered. He’d all but forgotten Leo was disrobing when he heard the sound of fabric rustling behind him and felt the hard rod of the other man’s shaft push against the small of his back while Leo’s hands settled on his hips. His mechanical left hand was cool against Arden’s flushed skin, and he was always gentler with his touch on that side.
“Poor thing,” Dusk purred, running his fingers through Arden’s hair the way he so often did to Leo. Arden had always wondered what it felt like, and now he understood why the stoic elf’s breath always faltered whenever those long fingers were working through his tresses. “You’ve needed this for a long time, haven’t you?”
“So long,” Arden lamented breathlessly. Dusk’s fingers crept down the sides of his neck and over his chest, teasing the buds of rosy flesh there.
“We’ll take care of you,” Dusk promised, his words sliding down Arden’s throat like honey. His gaze flickered up, dark and sultry. “Won’t we, my love?”
“Mmh,” Leo murmured affirmatively, pressing his cheek into Arden’s neck as his right hand traveled down the chimera’s flat stomach to the patch of soft hair below. His cock was pushing up against Arden’s bottom now, sliding past his round cheeks.
“Give him what he needs,” Dusk said, gazing at the pair with lust as he leaned back on his haunches to watch.
Arden’s head spun as Leo maneuvered him forward onto his hands and knees. “Are you ready?” the elf asked, his lips whispering down the curve of Arden’s spine as his fingers bit into his hips.
“Yes,” Arden moaned. ‘Ready’ was a gross understatement. Leo spread his cheeks open and let out a rush of breath in approval at the sight before him.
“Here,” Dusk said, reaching into the bedside table for a glass bottle filled with blue liquid that glowed faintly. “Use this. I don’t want it to hurt.”
Arden swallowed a whimper. He was already ready for Leo’s cock, including the pain that would come with it, but he wanted them to have it their way, even if it was gentle and torturous.
“Good idea,” Leo chuckled. Arden wondered what was so funny about lube when Leo’s fingers reappeared at his entrance, slick with a substance that was smooth like lubricant and warm like fresh clothes out of the dryer. He gasped as Leo worked the substance all around the tightly clenched ring of muscle and finally slipped a finger inside to spread it within.
Arden’s fingers dug into the blankets and his thighs grew tight with need as that heat filled him wherever Leo touched inside. “What is that?” he gasped.
“It’s lubricant with a magical kick,” Dusk answered knowingly. “You’ll see in a moment.”
Arden looked at the fae curiously until he felt the tingling within. Leo touched his prostate and that alone would have been enough to pleasure him, but the tingling turned into something more. Something so good it felt wrong.
Arden gasped as the feeling of everything Leo was doing inside of him was amplified in the most dizzying way. Each slight change of movement brought with it new depths of ecstasy, but while he’d felt in danger of coming prematurely and ruining his fun moments earlier, it seemed to have the effect of extending his endurance as well.
“Fuck,” he groaned, shuddering as his body clenched around Leo’s finger. Leo drew it out slowly before repositioning his cock at Arden’s entrance.
If a finger felt that amazing inside of him, the thought of the elf fucking him was almost too good to be true.
“Relax,” Dusk purred, stroking along his spine. The tender touch made Arden’s body respond immediately, arching his back like a cat as Leo breached him.
Arden let out a strangled moan as his aching ass stretched to accommodate the man’s thick crown. He needed it so desperately and Leo was barely in, but it hurt more than he’d anticipated.
“Are you alright?” Leo asked.
“I’m fine,” Arden gasped. “You’re just huge.”
Leo gave a husky laugh and stroked Arden’s backside in consolation. Dusk laid down beside him, reaching for his cock once more, his seductive gaze beckoning for Arden’s attention.
“Look at me,” he urged, stroking his lover’s shaft with an expert hand and far more gentleness than Arden required. “Push against him. It’ll be easier.”
Arden obeyed, and it was. Leo slid ever deeper into his core, the hot, tingling lubricant working its magic inside of him. His legs wobbled beneath him but his knees were firmly planted in the mattress, keeping his bottom up in the air for Leo’s access.
Just as a moan escaped his lips, Dusk kissed him to drink it down. The fae’s tongue slipped into his mouth, making him forget all about the pain. Dusk’s fingers smoothed through his hair, his muscular body laid out at the chimera’s side as he stroked his cock with his other hand. Dusk’s was already tenting his loose pants and Arden’s mouth wa
tered, wondering what it would be like to be spit roasted between them.
As good as Dusk’s hand felt pumping his cock while Leo thrust inside of him, Arden’s curiosity and thirst won out. “Please, Master,” he whimpered, his hands planted firmly in the mattress as he spread himself wider for Leo’s claim.
The elf stopped, clearly thinking the request was for him. “What’s wrong?”
“I want to taste you,” Arden clarified, holding Dusk’s gaze. He licked his lips in anticipation when he saw the lust in the fae’s eyes. “Please?”
Dusk’s hand froze, still wrapped around Arden’s cock, and a breathy sigh of awe escaped his beautiful lips. “Oh…”
“He did ask nicely,” Leo said, his own voice rough with satisfaction. His cock throbbed inside of Arden, hard and pulsing.
Dusk’s smile was deadly as he rose from his side and positioned himself in front of Arden. “I like the way he begs,” he purred. “If I was strict like you, I might have the willpower to make him do it a bit more.”
Leo chuckled knowingly. “I can already tell I’m going to have to be the disciplinarian.”
Those words and all the deliciously naughty promises that came with them made Arden’s balls grow tight, his ass clenching around the elf’s cock in anticipation.
Dusk’s lean torso flexed as he pulled his waistband down and freed a shockingly long cock. Arden had expected the fae to be large, given his general stature, but not ten mouth-watering inches. Arden’s gaze traveled over the swollen pink flesh of the head, slick precum glimmering like an invitation to taste.
When Dusk’s hand slipped into Arden’s hair, he looked up into the fae’s gentle yet commanding gaze. “Suck me off.” The order was spoken so calmly with the essence of a man who was perfectly comfortable in control. Arden opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the thick head of the fae’s cock, sucking eagerly on the taste of his arousal.
Dusk’s eyes grew heavy and his fist tightened in Arden’s hair, but he seemed to be measuring his own reaction to pleasure, only feeding the man below him as much of his member as he could take. Dusk hit the back of his throat when he was only halfway in and Arden felt like he was going to faint from pleasure. The fae was silk and wine on his tongue and he couldn’t get enough.
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