by Jaya Moon
“Do you prefer him to me?” he asked again.
“It’s not like that. I… I…” I floundered. How would I explain what was going on in my mind when I could hardly explain it to myself. But I had to try. I’d been frightened about losing Mox. I was just as frightened I had now lost Tallow. “I want both of you.” It was a relief to finally say it, but I didn’t know if I’d done the right thing. “I know it’s wrong, but you both bring things to my life the other doesn’t.”
“So you want to mash us together to make one good boyfriend? Take all the things you hate about me and discard them and only take the good?”
The question came out sounding so painful I abandoned any thought of needing to cover myself and stood up in front of him.
“No, that’s not what I want to do.”
He might have driven me crazy at times, sometimes he was a jerk, but that was Tallow. If I took away those parts, being around him might be easier, but he wouldn’t be Tallow anymore. His emotional reactions meant everything, the intensity he felt about things, including me. His heart drove him, whereas I’d argue Mox was predominantly driven by his cock, but I had no issue with that either when he also made me laugh and stood by me no matter what.
I reached out and touched Tallow’s arm, expecting him to shrug me away. He only studied my fingers before he looked back up, his brow less furrowed, but his eyes searching mine, looking for more understanding of what I meant.
I needed to be clear. “You and Mox are perfect the way you are. I want every part. Of both of you. I can’t pick one of you over the other. If you need me to choose, I think I’d have to choose neither of you.”
At that moment my heart sank. Had I really said that? I didn’t want to give either of them up.
Tallow’s eyes held a perplexed intensity before he gazed over my shoulder. I knew he was looking at Mox. “Both of us?”
“Both,” replied Mox.
When Tallow turned his attention back to me, his eyes were softer than they’d been. He leaned in and placed his lips tentatively against mine. I kissed him back, brushing my tongue against his lips, wanting him to open his mouth and let me kiss him deeper. When he did, I twined my tongue with his. We kissed slowly. There wasn’t the fire of Mox, but there was the deep passion of Tallow. We kissed for minutes, his hands warm on my skin when he eventually touched me. He drew whorls on my back with the tips of his fingers as his cock swelled between us. When our mouths finally parted, he smiled crookedly, but with such warmth in his eyes, I knew he was okay.
I couldn’t take his hand—that would mean we’d go off into the world only he and I shared—and he seemed to realize that and be okay with staying in the real world with Mox.
“Lie down,” he said quietly as he gestured to his bed.
It was the first time I’d looked at Mox since just after Tallow had arrived. He had his lips pursed and was trying his hardest not to grin. I couldn’t ignore his cock, erect again.
When I lay down Tallow came and stood on the bed, right at my feet. Mox shucked off his robe and climbed onto the bed at my side. He looked up at Tallow quickly before his hot mouth enveloped one of my nipples.
I tried to relax into it but needed to make sure Tallow was still okay. He seemed focused on other things. Not Mox’s mouth on my breast. When he kneeled at my feet, I knew what had his attention. He didn’t need to push my legs apart this time.
Tallow’s tongue swept against me as Mox licked my nipple before he pulled at it with his lips. I’d never been with two men at the same time before and the stimulation from two mouths each concentrating on distinct parts of my body was sensory overload.
I closed my eyes and moaned loudly. I wanted to do something to reciprocate the pleasure they were giving me, but I couldn’t do anything. As Tallow’s tongue delved into me, Mox moved his mouth to my other breast, leaving a hot trail with his tongue between one nipple and the other. I moaned again, and Tallow let out a sigh of pleasure and contentment, hot against my nub. He sucked me hard before snaking a line upward with kisses and licks, slowly, across my pelvic bone then up my side.
Mox relinquished the nipple he’d been sucking, returning to the other, leaving the one closest to Tallow pebbled and ready for his lips and tongue. As Tallow flicked across my nipple, Mox glided one hand down my side, and Tallow mirrored his movement, until both of them slid fingers to my inner thighs and beyond. Tallow’s found my nub, still wet from his mouth. With two fingers he put pressure against it before he began to move them in a circular motion, making me buck with the intense pleasure as his lips plucked at my nipples. At the same time, two of Mox’s fingers slid to my opening. Mox hissed hot breath onto my breast as he pushed his fingers as deeply as he could reach into me. He twisted them before withdrawing. I let out a moan of ecstasy and encouragement. He needed nothing more. With his fingers, he began to fuck me, plunging them in, twisting and drawing them out.
Tallow brought his lips to mine and my moans caught in his mouth as Mox finger-fucked me and Tallow continued his circular motion against my nub. Tallow’s hot tongue twined with mine and I leaned into his body, Mox’s mouth slipping from my breast and his fingers leaving me. Tallow pulled me toward him and pressed his body against mine, and for a moment I was lost in a world that was only him and me—how deeply he kissed me, how hard his cock lay against my belly, and how close he was to me, as though we verged on becoming one, just like when we’d flown. It would have been easy to become caught up in that, but I knew Mox was there, and for a brief second my lips left Tallow’s and I looked up, worried Mox might feel left out.
Mox knelt beside us, his eyes focused on both of us. “Just go with it, Megs,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.” His eyes were filled with nothing but desire, no hint of envy or jealousy. But as though he knew I needed reassurance, he lay down behind me, spooning me and holding me tight, his cock hard against the cleft of my ass. But he didn’t do anything except kiss my shoulder, and then nip, lick, and suck at my neck as he moved his hips gently, pushing his erection against me over and over but not entering me; it gave me permission to let Tallow enjoy me and me him.
When I looked back at Tallow, there was no hesitation as his mouth came to mine again. He kissed me like there was no one else in the world. After minutes, his deep kisses became soft like butterfly wings against my lips before he stopped and, eyes searching mine, nodded, as though to give me permission.
I moved my head toward Mox, whose eyes gave away everything—that he didn’t care my attention had been turned to Tallow. I turned my body toward him. His kiss was deep, hard, and hot, his tongue fast as it twisted with mine, and his breath raced as a small amount of moistness bloomed against my belly, revealing just how close he was to coming.
For only a second, I worried about Tallow, until I felt his hand, wet with spit, run along my opening. Behind me, he positioned the head of his cock against me. It strained.
Mox, sensing things in his friend that I didn’t, hissed against my lips, “Fuck her.”
His words may have sounded devoid of emotion, crass even, in any other situation except this, where I heard the desire and exhilaration in his voice, and my own body yearned for what he’d told Tallow to do.
Tallow thrust. I gasped into Mox’s mouth, and Mox groaned into mine at my pleasure. Tallow dug his fingers into my hips as he withdrew, held me still before he brought himself hard into me for a second time. I moaned, and he drew his cock out to the entrance of my opening once again, hesitated there as I ached for him. When he plunged in again and held, his deep penetration made me utter his name. I turned my head and kissed him before his mouth left mine and he encouraged me up onto all fours.
Mox moved from my side to kneel in front of me and took his cock in his hand. His eyes were on me, but for one moment he glanced at Tallow, who had repositioned himself behind me.
“Fuck her,” he said for the second time.
Tallow grasped my hips hard and thrust into me, and in synchronicity Mox moved his hand in a swee
ping stroke from the tip to the base of his long, fully erect shaft. When Tallow drew out of me, Mox’s hand mirrored the movement, returning to the tip of his cock.
With the quickening of Tallow’s thrusts, Mox’s hand glided faster up and back, his eyes fixed on mine. I cried out every time Tallow thrust as Mox pumped himself in front of me.
Wanting to be connected with both of them, I moved ever so slightly so I could reach Mox’s cock. Realizing my intent, Mox directed it down toward my mouth. As Tallow thrust again, I let his momentum carry me forward, and took Mox deep in my mouth, letting him strain against the back of my throat before Tallow drew me backward by the hips, bringing Mox’s cock to rest against my lips.
Mox put his hands to either side of my head. Tallow paused to give him time to do it before he thrust again. His momentum, hard, fast, and deep, drove my mouth once again down onto Mox, who held me there, his hands on either side of my head grasping hard.
They both fucked me, Tallow so deep no man could ever go deeper, and Mox straining against the back of my throat.
I gasped, moaned, groaned around Mox’s cock, over and again.
I was at the center. Tallow. Me. Mox. We completed each other, and I couldn’t contain my ecstasy. Fucked both ways, my orgasm burst and flowed, and I was flooded with a completeness I’d never known—Mox’s essence in the back of my throat and the burst of Tallow, deep enough to reach and surround my core.
13
Every part of me was sore. Exquisitely sore.
Tallow and Mox had worshipped my entire body with their lips, tongues, and mouths. Their hands and fingers had touched and caressed every part of me. Their cocks… Oh, their cocks.
I’d lost everything, spent two years going through the motions trying to find a way to feel alive again, and now I was so alive my whole body ached with it. With them I was happier than I’d ever been. I had not one but two men who wanted me, and I wanted them.
I sighed contentedly and turned my head first to the right. Tallow lay curled on his side, his brow untouched by its usual furrows. One of his hands rested gently on my leg. To my left, Mox reclined on his back, uncovered and with a smile on his sleeping face. I ran my eyes down his sexy, toned body to find his cock was hard. I wanted to laugh with happiness. After everything we’d been through, finally we were here together. I wasn’t alone anymore, and I had the two most incredible guys in the world in bed with me.
Then I remembered.
Under the warm haze of alcohol, it had been easy to push aside all the troubles I had. Without that, my mind began to race. A part of me wished I could forget my father’s cryptic words, and my mother’s. Forget Savannah and the visions about her that made no sense. Tallow suggested we run away. We could take Mox. Maybe even take Abriel too. We could leave this all behind and have our happily ever after.
If only it was that easy. The people I had loved and lost were coming back to me, and the only reason I could think they’d do that was because they had something important to say, and it seemed tied to Tallow’s world.
I remembered the thoughts I’d had the night before, that I would talk to Tareese. I trusted her and sensed she’d be able to advise me even if she couldn’t explain the things I’d seen and heard. I’d find somewhere to wash, then find her.
As I moved out from between Tallow and Mox, slowly so I wouldn’t wake them, Tallow uttered something, swept his hand across the bed before tucking it beneath a pillow and mumbling my name. Mox didn’t move, but his cock twitched, and I had to do everything not to laugh out loud.
In the process of finding my green robe, I also found my pack, brought up there the night before probably by Mox. I shouldered it and started down the ladder.
At the bottom I scanned the Eyrie. Where could I wash? It wasn’t as though I’d go all the way down to the river Mox and I had crossed the day before, and I didn’t want to disturb Tareese until I’d had time to clean up. Eventually a hazy memory of a washroom I’d used the night before while Mox and I were drinking came back to me. It had had a beautiful wooden sink with a trickle of free-flowing water. That would be better than nothing.
The morning light was soft and the forest full of the sound of birds. I didn’t see any kin, although it was possible some were still in their animal form watching me. I resisted the temptation to wave just in case.
Entering through the large, ornate lodge doors, I located the washroom and gave myself a sponge bath using one of my clean socks as a washcloth. When I finished, I put on a cami and a pair of shorts before finger-combing my hair. I folded the robe and put it in the top of my pack before heading back barefoot into the main part of the lodge, my stomach growling. Food first, then Tareese.
After a little snooping, I found a side room with leftovers from the night before. I helped myself to a handful of the berries that tasted better than cranberries before I peeled a couple of hardboiled eggs. They were small, so I stuffed two in my mouth at one time. That’s how famished I was.
“Hungry?”
I jumped and spun.
Dore loomed over me, too close for comfort. I almost spat out the eggs in panic. He was the last person I wanted to see right now. I wasn’t ready to answer his question, and with a mouth full of egg I wasn’t going to be answering anything.
I chewed in a hurry as Dore put up his hands in a calming gesture. “Apologies for startling you. I’m glad you’ve found something to eat.” His voice had a silken tone to it, nothing like when I’d spoken to him the day before, almost like he was buttering me up.
Swallowing the egg, I replied, “Yes, I was hungry.” Shit. How would I get away from him? I had to stall the inevitable conversation we were going to have. “But I’ve had enough. I’m going to go for a walk now.” There. That would give me some time to find Tareese…hopefully.
Dore nodded. “It is a beautiful morning.” He looked me straight in the eyes. “A walk sounds like a perfect idea. If you’d like, I will accompany you.”
I knew from the way he stared at me that refusing his offer wasn’t on the table. Fuck.
“Sure.” I sounded as unenthusiastic as possible and hoped he’d change his mind.
“Come.” Dore gestured toward the carved entrance doors and waited for me to move.
Once I started to walk, he followed at my side. I thought since it was my walk he might let me lead the way, however his stride was broader than mine and within a few steps it became clear I’d be the one following. We moved along the front of the lodge and past the small hut-like structures and treehouses, including Tallow’s. I looked up, hoping he or Mox might appear to rescue me and swallowed hard when we passed Tallow’s nest and moved farther away into the trees, heading in the general direction of where I’d met the Council of Kin. I didn’t want to go there again, but left with no choice, what could I say that would buy me more time before I gave Dore an answer? Until seeing my father at the glade, I’d almost made up my mind I would do what Tallow wanted: not become involved. Things had changed. I was conflicted. Confused.
“I trust you enjoyed your evening?”
I swallowed down panic. Did he know Mox and I had been at the glade? I stole a glance at him. He watched me, but his eyes gave nothing away.
Jumping to conclusions would only cause problems. I needed to keep my wits about me. Until I knew for sure he’d seen us, I’d play it like he had no idea of what Mox and I had done.
“I did,” I replied and said no more.
“I can’t help but observe the, shall we say, developments in your relationship with my son. In times such as these, the enjoyment of such pleasures is rare.”
Oh God. That’s what he’s referring to? My face flamed as I remembered how noisy Tallow had been when we were together in his treehouse, with the kin assembled outside the lodge and so close to us. If Dore hadn’t heard us someone probably told him. I hoped he didn’t know what had happened later on that night. Tareese had said the trees have ears. I’m sure she didn’t mean it literally, but who knew if a littl
e birdie had been watching and reported back to Dore.
He stopped walking. “You’re not familiar with our world. I’ll be straightforward with you: with such unions, especially one with my son, come great responsibility. All who are a part of our world have a part to play.”
My mouth tightened. Tallow was right. All his father did was manipulate. I wanted to tell Dore I wouldn’t pay a price for his son, and divulge what Tallow and I had discussed. What would he think if he knew his son didn’t want to become head of the Council of Kin and would give up everything to be with me?
Before I could reply, a large figure stepped out in front of us and I jumped back in fright only to realize in the next instant it was Berron.
“Ah. This is a surprise,” Dore said in a way that revealed it wasn’t a surprise at all.
They’d ambushed me and they believed me so dumb I wouldn’t notice. I had no idea what their plan entailed, but my newfound connection with Tallow and Mox made me confident. Berron’s threats to not offer me protection meant nothing now I had both of them on my side. If Dore really wanted my help, he and Berron would wait for my answer. Until I understood more of what I’d seen and heard at the glade I didn’t have one.
“Fancy seeing you here,” I said snidely to Berron. “I guess now you’ve got company, Dore, I’ll leave you to it.”
I turned and began to walk away, my heart betraying me as it thumped harder than I wanted it to because Tallow and Mox didn’t know where I was and—
“Stop,” Dore commanded.
No. I wasn’t going to stop.
“He said stop.”
I don’t know how Berron got to me so quickly, but he ended up right behind me in a second and in front of me the next moment. I collided with him and recoiled back.
My pulse raced. What did they intend to do? “Get out of my way, Berron.” I swung around to face Dore who appeared more imposing than the first time I’d met him. “I know you want an answer. I don’t have one for you right now. Respectfully, I’d like to go back now. I’m sure I can find my way. Ask him to move, please?”
