Page 17 of Blessed

Mattin, on his knees with Mil moving eagerly behind him, blinked several times. “I could never choose anyone else,” he answered, because surely that was obvious, and Mil took hold of his thighs, spread them apart, and put his mouth to use.

Hot, Mattin thought in one startled rush of lust and slick.Mil’s mouth was hot.

When Mattin blinked again, dazed and struggling to get his eyes unstuck, he was on his back on the bed, being thoroughly cleaned of his own spend by Mil’s tongue, and Arden was smoothing salve over Mattin’s thighs as though Mattin was not soaking the bedding beneath him with steady pulses of Blessed-wet.

“Just trust me, dear heart,” Arden murmured when he noticed Mattin watching him, then pulled back, taking a handful of Mil’s hair as he did to bring Mil up with him. Mil looked rather glassy-eyed.

“Oh,” Mattin realized aloud, almost dreamily, “he will do whatever you say.” He understood now.

“And you,” Arden informed Mattin with relish, then gently pushed Mil toward the head of the bed. Mattin rolled onto his stomach to watch, his legs splayed quite boldly. Happily, without even a hint of a snarl for Arden directing him, Mil went. He sat with his back to the headboard and his legs out. He was naked, as he had not been when this had started, and his cock was….

“Oh,” Mattin said again. He could not remember getting a clear look at it before, but his jaw ached at the sight and his recently spent cock throbbed. Mattin realized he had clamped his thighs together.

They were abruptly but gently eased apart by Arden’s big, warm hands.

“Still want us both?” Arden spoke above Mattin’s ear, working even more salve over the back of Mattin’s thighs, which still tingled from the work of Mil’s tongue. Eyes on Mil’s cock, Mattin didn’t stop him. Perhaps the salve was more necessary than he’d realized. “Mattin?” Arden prompted.

“You are my husbands-to-be,” Mattin answered, skin prickling with the sudden return of his fever. “Aren’t you?”

“Oh yes.” Arden patted the curve of Mattin’s ass, abandoning the salve to test Mattin’s readiness. Mattin flushed but did not object, only whining softly when Arden slid several fingers in him and spread them wide.

Mil watched them, gaze a little unfocused, and put a hand to his cock.

Mattin had to swallow a sudden flood of spit. Likewise, a gush of wet followed Arden’s fingers when Arden momentarily withdrew them. Arden pushed it back into him, giving Mattin’s ass a little kiss when Mattin shifted up onto his knees to make it easier for him.

Mattin kept his gaze on Mil and Mil’s hand working Mil’s cock.

“But you’re both so pretty,” Mattin remarked, voice hitching.

“Pretty?” Arden carefully withdrew his fingers, then put his slippery hands to Mattin’s waist and lifted him. He set him back down in Mil’s lap and let Mil keep him upright. Mattin had to stretch to straddle Mil’s legs, the salve easing the way only slightly.

Mil was large, and hot, and smelled of nest and Mattin’s slick and he held Mattin easily while he positioned him. He filled Mattin a moment after that in one long, smooth push, while Mattin shuddered and tried to be still but couldn’t. It didn’t hurt but he couldn’t breathe with the pressure. Mil’s cock seemed to keep going and he would not allow Mattin to squirm. Mattin took, and took, and could not stop a long, desperate moan when Mil was finally deep within him.

“Thatis pretty,” Arden said from somewhere behind Mattin.

Mattin, arched and trembling, turned his head to see Arden naked, all dark skin and hair and scars from when he had died. He reached out and Arden came to him, letting Mattin press his hand against his mouth and trying to soothe him with kisses to the top of his head, although he couldn’t know why Mattin was upset.

Mil might have, tipping his head up in a way that Arden interpreted as asking for a kiss, which he gave him. Mattin watched closely, and when it was over and Mil’s gaze met his, Mattin stretched to kiss Mil too. Arden was theirs and had died. Mil had seen it happen. He should have kisses.

“Beautiful.” Arden’s hands slid to Mattin’s hips as he knelt next to them on the bed. “Look at him, my love.” Mil was already looking at Mattin, gripping him tightly and inching up instead of taking him properly. “He doesn’t need your care now. Do you, dear heart? You want him to fuck you?”

“Yes.” Mattin brought a hand up to pet Mil’s mouth, then dropped it to his chest. He started to rock back against Mil’s small thrusts, making Mil hiss and grip him tighter.

Arden was as pleased as a Canamorra with a crown in his hands. “Then demand it like the Blessed you are.”

Mattin put both hands to Mil’s chest and scratched a trail through the hair. “Mil—”

It was all he got out.

Mil moved him as if Mattin was no more than a pillow, fucking into Mattin’s slight body by pulling him down, then lifting back up to take his cock again. Mattin was split open, burning inside with slippery heat and friction and outside with distant, already fading embarrassment at the sounds he made and how easily Mil used him.

And Arden watched, stroking his hard cock when Mattin glanced to him, salve on his fingers as if he did not trust Mattin’s slick alone for this. But he came forward when Mattin called his name and he guided Mattin’s mouth to his cock without being told and held him there, careful but unrelenting. With a groan, Mil stopped thrusting into Mattin. He ground up instead, lighting Mattin’s every nerve on fire. Mattin could not suck and moan at the same time, but he tried, failing without concern because Mil did not stop and Arden tangled a hand in his hair and hummed a compliment about his mouth.

Mattin would have kept going, ashamed and thrilled to be ashamed, because he was not lost in a fever, not completely, but he was wild and they didn’t care. They liked him this way and wanted to see him even more so.

For that, he eventually stopped, gasping for air and licking his swollen lips and watching Arden with heavy-lidded eyes while Mil teased his cock and pressed insistently inside of him. “Later,” Mattin decided in a throaty, husky voice, making Arden’s gaze light up. “I want to dothisagain later. But you know what I want now.”

Arden nodded. “We do. Lean forward, dear heart, and remember to breathe.”

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