Page 51 of Room for Three
Jamie wasn't even sure what he'd meant to say.
I don't know if this is the right thing to do?
I don't know if this is what I should be doing?
The words wouldn't quite pass his lips.
Corin's emotions flickered around them, a soft shimmer of warmth that made the air feel charged. His usual chaos was muted but present, seeking direction.
Jamie knew what he needed.
An anchor.
Not just magical grounding, but someone to contain him, to give his energy somewhere to go. And Azelon needed permission—to touch, to want, to let go of the rigid control he'd maintained for so long.
Ceasing all further thought, Jamie moved and settled over Corin.
The fae's eyes widened, pupils dilating as Jamie's weight pressed him into the mattress.
Yes.
That was good.
"Stay still," Jamie said, letting his voice drop lower than usual.
Corin's breath hitched, but he obeyed. The shimmer of his projection steadied, finding focus in Jamie's command.
Jamie looked over his shoulder at Azelon, who was watching them with barely concealed hunger. "Behind him," he said. "Hold him."
Azelon hesitated for just a moment, old habits warring with new possibilities. Then he moved, settling behind Corin, his blue skin a striking contrast against the fae's paler tones. His arms came around Corin's chest, holding him securely.
The effect was immediate. Corin melted between them, the wild spikes of his magic evening out as he found himself perfectly contained. A soft sound escaped his throat—relief and arousal intertwined.
It was intoxicating.
"Better?" Jamie asked, though he could feel the answer through their bonds. Corin's contentment washed over him, warm and golden.
Jamie exhaled with it, encouraged. He was doing the right thing, making this good for the fae.
Following his instincts, he slipped one hand under Corin’s shirt to reveal smooth, flushed skin. He dragged the fabric up slowly, savoring the sight of Corin’s chest rising with every breath, the little gasps he made when Jamie’s thumbs grazed over his nipples—already hard and begging for attention.
Attention that Jamie was only too happy to give to him.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, leaning down to flick his tongue across one sensitive peak. Corin’s whole body jerked in response, caught between a whimper and a moan. Behind him, Azelon groaned low, clearly turned on by what he was seeing.
“Jamie,” Corin gasped, hips rolling forward again, this time without shame. The hard bulge of his cock strained against the seam of his pants, aching for friction.
“I’ve got you,” Jamie said softly, brushing a kiss over Corin’s sternum. “You don’t have to hold back.”
He kissed down the center of Corin’s chest, nipping at the hollow between his ribs while his fingers worked to open Corin's pants.
Azelon helped, sliding one hand around to undo the buttons, their coordination wordless.
Corin’s pants slipped away, leaving him bare between them. The fae whimpered. It was a needy sound—sharp and vivid and immediate.
Jamie curled one hand around him, watching Corin’s eyes flutter back as his head dropped onto Azelon’s shoulder. The first stroke was slow, testing. The second had Corin gasping and thrusting into his grip, helpless with want.
Behind him, Azelon mouthed at Corin’s neck, dragging his teeth along the curve but never biting. His hips rocked forward in time with Jamie’s strokes.
