Page 76 of Essa

"Who the fuck is that, Seth?" Adam asks, thrusting his hand behind him and pointing with pretty good accuracy at the man on the screen. "You married someone else?"

I open my mouth to respond that he was always married to someone else, but instead, I cock my head to the side and let my lips pull up in a lazy smile. "Are you jealous?"

Adam glares at me, his right eye twitching a few times before he breaks eye contact, his lips pulling back in a snarl. Essa and I watch him stomp around the room, his anger simmering but still likely to boil over if he decides he just wants to rage.

"Fucking married him," Adam grumbles under his breath. There are some other expletives thrown around. A couple of times, he pauses to stare daggers at a man who's been dead for at least a hundred years at this point.

"I feel like I need a secret husband so that I can have this same treatment," Essa tells me, just loud enough for Adam to hear. His head snaps in our direction so fast it has to hurt.

"The fuck you will," Adam snarls. "Neither one of you is marrying anyone but me. You even think of anyone else–"

"Is that a marriage proposal?" I ask, cutting Adam off from his ranting.

His words die out, and his cheeks flush the prettiest shade of pink. He swallows hard, his emotions moving away from anger to being scared of rejection. Oh, sweet, angry male thinks we wouldn't say yes in a heartbeat.

"If it is, I'm inclined to accept," Essa says with a lazy flick of her tail against Adam's inner thigh.

"I think I would, too," I say, keeping my eyes on Adam to watch as the realization hits that we're not leaving him. The three of us are better together and will always be together from now until the end of time.

"If we are married, I think you should still have to wear your collars," Essa interrupts before Adam has a chance to say anything. "It brings a piece of my culture into our relationship, and I very much enjoy getting to yank you both around when we're having intercourse."

"Essa," I groan at her using intercourse. At this point, she does it because it always gets a reaction out of me. Next, she's going to be talking about my prostate the next time she's fucking me.

Adam swallows hard, the sound distracting Essa and me from our bickering. He doesn't move for a long moment, but when he does, he kneels on the ground in front of us, grabbing our hands.

"I'm not good with words, but uh, yeah, I'd like it if you both married me so I wouldn't have to ever worry about you marrying another male." Adam doesn't even look into our eyes as he asks. I still haven't broached the topic of him feeling fear yet, but I'm sure it's something he's working on with his therapist, who he's been seeing via comm since we established the ship as our permanent home.

"We already told you yes, sweet male." Essa cups his cheek and presses her lips to his temple. "With or without sweet words, you are mine, and we are yours."

Adam looks over to me after Essa finishes sweet talking him. I lift a single brow at him, smirking a little. "If you didn't know I was yours after sucking your dick the first second of our meeting, I don't know if a ring will make that much of a difference."

Adam lunges for me, twisting the chain of my leash and tugging my face to his.

"It does," he says darkly before kissing me hard and possessive. I smile into the kiss, loving that he's back to his usual self.

It takes all of three seconds for Adam to pin me to the couch, and when Essa sidles up behind him and whispers alluring words into his ear, it takes three more for him to bare his neck to her. We can worry about finding rings when we finish here, but for now, I'd rather enjoy the two best partners a man could ask for.

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