A Bond of Three (18 page)

“Stroke with your finger. Seek out a knot of flesh inside, and when you find it, stroke it firmly.”

Sorran explored him and knew when he found his prize.

Feyar arched his back with a howl. “Take what I give you,” Feyar gasped out, and he began to pulse into Sorran’s mouth, filling him with his creamy, bitter release.

Sorran took it all, licking up every last drop.

Feyar moaned, and pulling free, he sank to his knees before Sorran, claiming his mouth in a fierce kiss. He held Sorran’s head steady as he drove his tongue deep into his mouth, making Sorran whimper.

At last Feyar broke the kiss. “Now show your betrothed how well you use your mouth.” He got to his feet and stepped to one side, to be replaced with a nude Tanish, cock hard and pointing skyward. Sorran’s mouth grew moist at the sight of the long, thick shaft. It was truly a thing of beauty.

Tanish stared at Sorran, eyes gleaming as Sorran took his length in his hand and sucked him deep. Tanish cried out, staggering backward, and Feyar moved to stand behind him, supporting him.

Sorran went to work. He used his tongue and lips to drive Tanish into a frenzy, loving the shudders that ran through his body. Feyar had his arms around Tanish, stroking his chest and belly, tweaking his nipples. Tanish rolled his head back and let out a soft moan.

“He tastes good, does he not?” Feyar grinned as Sorran smiled around Tanish’s cock, savoring his flavor. “When you feel him swell in your mouth, he is close to release.”

Sorran hummed around the thick flesh, drawing him deeper, before slicking up a finger and tracing a slippery line over Tanish’s testicles.

Tanish trembled. “Oh, Sorran, yes.”

Sorran grinned around Tanish’s cock and rubbed over his entrance, feeling it tighten beneath his fingertip. He slid his finger into tight heat and sought out the little nub that had brought Feyar so much pleasure. Tanish’s fierce cry told him when he found it, and all too soon Tanish was spending into his mouth, hot and bittersweet. Sorran moaned at that first taste. The two of them were addictive.

Feyar held Tanish upright as he spent, kissing his neck, his hands still caressing Tanish’s chest and belly. They were a beautiful sight, breathless and flushed.

Sorran pulled back, licking his lips. His body ached for release. “I need….”

Feyar moved swiftly to lay him on the fur pelt covering the floor, and Tanish dropped to his knees beside him. Sorran howled as his cock was sucked into a hot, wet mouth, Tanish’s head bobbing as he took him deep. Then the breath left his body when Feyar spread him wide and licked over his hole.

It was all too much. Sorran’s testicles tightened, and he shot into Tanish’s mouth, his cries loud and harsh. His lovers licked and sucked until not one drop of seed remained. They lay on the floor beside him, both kissing him with fervor. Sorran was lost, his body on fire, jolted by the force of his orgasm. They held him, hands gentle as they stroked over his chest and belly, until his tremors eased and he lay at peace in their arms.

Feyar kissed him tenderly on the lips. “You were wonderful.”

“Truly?” Sorran’s heart felt as if it would burst.

Tanish laughed. “Oh, do not doubt it. And if this is how all your lessons are to be, I would have Feyar teach you something new each day.” He grinned.

Sorran sighed with happiness as he was lifted into Feyar’s strong arms and carried to the bed, where Tanish joined them. They held him between them, and with soft words and softer caresses, they let him know how much they had enjoyed his newly acquired skills. By the time they left Tanish’s bed to bathe before their meal, the sun was low in the evening sky, and Sorran was already anticipating a night of sleep, surrounded by two warm men.

He couldn’t wait.

Chapter 13

S
ORRAN
STIRRED
,
warm and comfortable, his chest pressed up against Feyar’s long back. Tanish and Feyar were entwined in each other’s arms, and for one brief moment, Sorran felt a stab of jealousy.

We may have shared a bed last night, but I am the outsider here.
The thought made him feel mean-spirited. He knew they were doing their best to include him, but Sorran realized what lay at the heart of this was their need to relieve their own feelings of guilt.
Is it always to be so?
His heart was sad at the thought.

Feyar stirred and rolled over to face him, eyes still heavy with sleep. “Good morning, Sorran. How did you sleep?” He rubbed his eyes and yawned. “I know the first time you share a bed with another can be a strange experience. You may have already spent a night with Tanish, but last night you had to contend with two of us.”

Sorran shrugged. “I slept well, thank you.” He would not share his thoughts. It did not seem fair.

To his surprise, Feyar’s stare grew more fixed. “Oh. You need the touch of others. You thrive on it. And we deprived you of this. Forgive us.”

Sorran widened his eyes. “How… how can you know this?” It had always been so, yet he had said nothing. That Feyar had picked up on it was surprising, however.

Feyar’s brow furrowed. “I know not. It was simply something that I… felt.” He moved to place himself on the other side of Sorran, thus putting him in between Feyar and Tanish. For one brief moment, Sorran felt Feyar’s stiff length against him as he rolled over, and he caught his breath at its heat. Feyar paused, holding his body above Sorran, eyes shining, now fully alert as he gazed down at him. “Good morning.” This time his voice was softer. He leaned closer to kiss Sorran on the lips. Sorran closed his eyes and let the embrace wash over him. All too soon Feyar was off him and lying at his side.

Tanish yawned and snuggled up to Sorran. “You feel good in the morning.”

When Feyar copied Tanish’s action and cuddled up to Sorran, his arms slipping around his waist, Sorran was in heaven. To lie in the arms of these two men brought back remnants of his vision, and he wondered how far it would progress. The idea of being intimate with them sent blood rushing to his cock, and he realized how eager he was for his instruction to continue. But this desire was tempered by the realization that Sorran wanted more than anything to get to know them, to spend time with them. He yearned for the freedom of that first day, before he had become Prince Sorran, the betrothed.

“Could we ride together? The three of us?” His gaze met Tanish’s. “I would truly like this.”

Tanish bit his lip. “What you ask is difficult.” Feyar made a small noise of discontent deep in his throat. “If Feyar were to ride with us, we would not be free to speak as we do now, for fear of attracting attention from our bodyguards.”

“Then can we not ride alone, as we did that first day?” Sorran pleaded. “You are the Prince. Will they not listen if you state that you wish to be alone with me?” He propped himself up on his elbow and gazed earnestly at Tanish. “You would simply be spending time alone with your betrothed.”

“And I could ride out first and meet you at a designated point,” Feyar added. Sorran could hear the longing in Feyar’s voice. “Please, my
terushan
. It is something I never thought to achieve. To ride with the two of you would be wonderful.”

Tanish looked from Feyar to Sorran, and it was evident that he too wanted this. He nodded to Feyar. “After we have eaten, go to Timur in the stables and tell him that I have sent you. He will see to it that you have a horse. Meet us at the outskirts of the city, at the western gate. Sorran and I will ride out after leaving a suitable amount of time, so as not to arouse suspicion.” He smiled at them both. “And I will insist that we ride unaccompanied.”

Sorran let out a contented sigh and was pleased to hear a similar sound from behind him. To his delight, Feyar planted a tender kiss on his bare shoulder before leaning over him to kiss Tanish.

“Then I shall take my leave of you now and return to the
Seruanal
to change my clothing.”

“Must you go so soon?” Sorran could not keep the plaintive note from his voice. He wished to prolong this time of warm embraces.

Feyar pushed Sorran onto his back and then half covered him with his lean, furred body. Sorran loved the dark hair that covered Feyar. He had never before seen a man whose skin was not bare, and he loved the way it felt beneath his fingertips. Feyar raised himself up on his elbows, and Sorran stroked over his chest, enjoying the sensation.

Beside him, Tanish chuckled. “He feels good, does he not?” He stretched and brought his mouth to Feyar’s nipple, seizing it between his lips and tugging it with his teeth. Feyar shuddered, and Tanish let out another soft chuckle around the taut nub of flesh. He released Feyar and nodded to Sorran. “Feyar loves it when I play, and if I am not gentle, so much the better.”

Sorran could not resist. He brought his lips tentatively to Feyar’s nipple and licked over it, feeling the shiver that ran through his body. Emboldened, he caught the firm bud between his teeth and pulled at it.

Feyar dropped his head to Sorran’s shoulder and pushed out a low groan. “The two of you would torture me all morning if I gave you leave.” The groan grew louder when Tanish applied his mouth to Feyar’s other nipple and the two of them sucked and licked, Sorran following Tanish’s lead, his movements becoming more impassioned. Feyar jerked and shuddered, surrendering to their ministrations, but when Tanish slipped his hand lower to grasp Feyar’s already solid cock, Feyar moaned and reared up from the bed. “By the Maker, if I let you, the pair of you would have me releasing within minutes. If we are to spend time together, I must go now.”

Sorran saw the reluctance in Feyar’s expression, and he knew, despite his words, Feyar would rather have stayed in the comfortable bed with them, enjoying their attention. “Later?” He was eager for more.

“Later.” Feyar kissed his forehead and then Tanish’s. He rose from the bed and left the room. Tanish’s gaze followed his departure. Sorran’s heart ached at the naked expression of love in Tanish’s eyes. It made him long for the day when Tanish might regard him in the same manner, although logic told him this might be a long time in coming.

Tanish broke his internal contemplation to smile at Sorran. “Thank you.”

Sorran frowned. “For what am I owed thanks?”

Tanish leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. “For agreeing to share our bed. It cannot have been an easy decision. To be informed of your upcoming marriage, and then to find out that all is not as it seemed, must have been a shock. Feyar and I are grateful, Sorran, for your aid in this.”

Sorran took a breath and returned the kiss, letting his lips brush gently against Tanish’s. He heard the hitch in Tanish’s breathing, and that made him glad to have affected his intended. “I owe
you
my thanks. You did not have to choose this path, the three of us together, and I know how much you love him.” The evidence was all around Tanish, in the way his colors changed when he and Feyar were entwined. Gold seemed to be the color of love. He saw it around his mother when she and Sorran were at their closest.

Tanish sighed. “It was the only solution which occurred to me. I pray it is the right one.”

Sorran smiled, and feeling bolder, he kissed Tanish, applying more pressure this time. Tanish responded immediately, pulling Sorran into his arms and kissing him, rolling their bodies until Sorran was on top of him. He could feel Tanish’s hard, hot cock against his, and he let out the tiniest whimper. Tanish smiled against his mouth and pushed up slowly with his hips, grinding their erections against each other. Sorran closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations: the sound of Tanish’s breathing, harsh and rapid; Tanish’s scent, heady and musky; the feel of his warm flesh against Sorran’s.

The way he makes me feel.
Sorran loved every second of it.

“I think I shall enjoy watching you receive your next lesson,” Tanish murmured. “And I think also that it shall be soon.” He moved his hand to cup Sorran’s buttocks, his little finger nudging into the crease, making Sorran catch his breath. Tanish squeezed his flesh. “Tell me, my betrothed. Tell me you want this.” He stroked a finger over Sorran’s entrance, circling it, pressing lightly against it. “Tell me you want me inside you.” His voice was low and compelling.

Sorran shuddered, desire rippling through him. “I do.” His whole body ached for it. It was as if he had suddenly awoken to the desires of the flesh and could not get enough.

Tanish’s face broke into a beautiful smile. “Then it shall be so, for I too wish to be joined with you.” He kissed Sorran tenderly. “But enough of such pleasures. We have a ride planned for this day.”

Sorran sighed and rose from the bed, leaving Tanish’s lean body with great reluctance.

Tanish laughed. “Later, Sorran, I promise. The three of us shall spend time together in this bed.”

The three of us.
Sorran could not repress the shiver that ran through him.

“F
EYAR
WILL
be at the western gate by now.” Tanish drew his cloak around him and regarded Sorran’s bodyguard, Aroman, with amusement. “That warrior does not seem happy to leave you in my company.” The soldier’s face was stony, and his eyes glinted as he watched Tanish and Sorran trot out of the courtyard astride Nerita and Forena.