Page 46 of Essa

"Please, please," Seth whines as his hips lift off the bed. I don't know which one of us he's asking, and it should feel wrong, right? For this male to enjoy my touch while still looking to his other partner for relief. It doesn't feel wrong. No, it feels right.

"He's been good," I tell Adam, bringing him more into this than just a passive observer. "I think he deserves to come. What do you think?"

Seth cries out as I pause the movement of my hand. His hips jerk upward again, attempting to thrust into my hand even though I've loosened my hold enough that he isn't getting much from the friction.

Adam's gaze is heated, but there's no trace of the anger he tries to mask everything with. No, there's just lust and so much of it that it's hard not to go to him, unlatch his leash from the wall, and bring him to bed with us. He likes this, though. Not that I think he'll ever tell me. He likes watching Seth and me find pleasure in one another while he's forced to watch, forced to be good, to obey.

"He's been good," Adam agrees. "I want to watch him come."

"Where?" I ask, returning my grip to the tight squeeze it was and stroking Seth in slow, languid sweeps. He cries out when I rub my thumb across the head of his cock, overstimulating the tiny slit. "Should he lose himself all over his chest and abs? Should I let him release in my hand? Or should I wrap my lips around his–"

Adam jerks where he's sitting. Not hard enough to hurt himself, but enough to tell me he doesn't appreciate this kind of teasing. Or, he appreciates it, but he hates that he does.

I send him a wicked smile, propping myself up and dragging my lips back down Seth's neck. I kiss him long and slow, inchingdown incrementally while stroking him the exact same. I don't look up to see if Adam has his teeth bared and his nostrils flaring. I don't need to because I know him, and he's an easy male to guess.

Seth's now staring down at me as I place a kiss on his top abdominals, pressing my tongue into the groove of his muscles as I proceed further and further down his body.

"Essa, you need to be fast if you want to suck my cock, because I'm about to blow," Seth tells me, his face bright red as he tries to hold himself back from releasing all over me before I've made my descent to between his legs. I debate slowing just to see how long he'd be able to hold out, but I end up being kind and merciful, at least right now, while I'm still learning my males.

"Such a good boy," I whisper against his length right before taking him into my mouth.

He groans in pleasure, and I've barely had any time at all to savor the feel of him in my mouth before he's coming. I'm surprised by the taste of it at first. Saltier than I would imagine from his species, but not altogether unpleasant. I have no issues swallowing, and when he finally settles his jerking movements to get every last drop out, I give him one little kiss to the tip and pull away.

"I'm dead," Seth murmurs.

He's splayed out on the bed, his arms out wide, his head leaned back. I can't help the huff of laughter in my chest before I crawl back up his body, admiring the pink spread down his neck and over his chest. I like making him pink. It may be one of my favorite things to do now.

"It was good then?" I ask. I don't doubt my abilities in handling a male, but I'd like to know I did a good job pleasing him since he did a wonderful job pleasing me.

"Oh, you did good, princess," Adam says from where he's still kneeling on the pillows by the wall.

His body is more relaxed than I've seen it, except for when he's drugged. Well, okay, not all of him is relaxed. His cock strains against his dark pants. If they were any color other than black, I'm sure I'd be able to see a wet spot from how much he's been leaking just from watching Seth and me together.

"Is it your turn then?" I ask Adam, crawling up so I'm lying next to Seth, who turns to his side and wraps an arm and leg over me, tugging me close to him. Adam's gaze still simmers with lust, but his expression softens as he watches Seth curl into me, seeking me out for comfort and safety.

I run my fingers through his hair and whisper gently in his ear. "You should take care of your male."

Seth all but shoots out of the bed at the suggestion. I bite back my smile only because I know my venom will run down my chin if I'm not careful. I follow Seth out of the bed and unleash Adam's chain from the wall. He can pretend all he wants that he doesn't like being submissive, but he watches me from his knees, waiting for me to permit him to stand up.

I run my fingers over Adam's short hair, dragging my nails across the back of his neck just enough for him to feel the pressure. He's done far worse to my hair and to my horns.

"I want to watch my males together while I drain my fangs. You told me I'd like watching Seth pleasure you, and I want to see if that's true."

It is true. I already know before I've seen it. I knew I'd enjoy it the first time I heard them together through our shared wall.

Adam narrows his eyes like he's going to argue with me. What he could argue about when I'm asking him to be pleasured by our male is beyond me, but knowing Adam, he could come up with something. Instead, he remembers he's being good for me tonight and that he told me he wants to worship me. I'm sure this role is different and new for him, and I can give him grace.I have no doubt there will be plenty of times we struggle to dominate one another, but tonight isn't that time.

"Can I be rough?" Adam asks me, his jaw ticking after asking the question. He wants to take it back and snarl at the version of himself that felt the need to ask for permission.

"Treat him as you normally do," I tell him, moving across the room to one of the oversized wardrobes where I used to keep my draining supplies when I lived here. Everything else in my room looks to be about where I left it when I fled Haven III almost 10 years ago, so I assume my supplies will be where I left them. "I wish to be an addition to your relationship, not to change it completely."

I don't get a response to my statement, though I imagine if anything, Adam would've nodded once while Seth smiled. I'm digging around in the back of the wardrobe when I hear the first sounds of Seth's gagging. And yes, it's something I like very much.

I scramble faster for my draining supplies because if I don't relieve the pressure in my fangs soon, they'll end up in one of my humans' shoulders.

The box of supplies is still hidden underneath a couple of articles of clothing I never wore. I was embarrassed about normal bodily functions when I first received my draining supplies. My venom had only come in a couple of months before I fled Haven III, and I was embarrassed by the new mark of adulthood. I'm glad I hid them now, though, or else I'd have to ask Ilyna or Niivi to get me some, and that's not something one does as a fully grown female.

I yank the disposable skin out of its packaging and apply it over one of the cylindrical receptacles. I've done this plenty of times on the ship, alone in my room where no one can see me because this is a personal, private act. I've never done it in front of anyone else, let alone two males who now belong to me.

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