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Flynn stared at him. Love? “That fast? That fast you can love me?”
Randall grinned. “From the moment I realized why the raven found you and followed you. Something inside you is bound to me. That something urged the raven to watch over you. Darvon’s vision proved it. You are for us. We are for you.” He held out a hand, wiggled his fingers, and Flynn leapt to grab them.
Flynn held Randall’s hand and grabbed Darvon’s, lifting both to his lips, kissing them, and then holding them to his face. “My mates.”
Darvon took hold of Randall’s other hand. “My mates.”
“Yes,” Randall said, staring, his gaze darting back and forth to look at them both. “My mates.” He stood and pulled them to their feet. Walking backward, he tugged them to follow, bringing them to the carriage, and when he opened the door, inside was a bed.
Darvon laughed and then kicked off his boots before climbing inside. He bounced a little, wearing a wide smile. “Impressive.”
Randall shrugged and pushed Flynn inside, tugging the blanket free and exposing Flynn’s naked, lean body, before he bent to remove his boots. Flynn grabbed Darvon and helped him remove his clothes. Meanwhile, Darvon petted him. Stomach, arms, outer thigh, hair, but never touching his hardening cock, doing its best to point at their handsy mate.
When Randall entered the carriage, shirtless but still disappointingly clothed from the waist down, he took the space behind Flynn, lying on his side, watching them. By the time Flynn wanted to scream for Randall to put his hands on him, his mates had manhandled him to lie flat between them.
They hovered above him, fingertips tracing across his skin, circling his nipples before adding lips to kiss and taste and nip at his flesh. In turn, he touched them: the silky smooth pale skin of his Fae and the curls of dark hair that covered his mage.
Flynn writhed beneath them. Each new brush, each slide of their fingers, brought pleasurable sensations he’d never felt before. The people of his clan had always overlooked him. Smaller, slighter, different. That he apprenticed with the healer was another barrier none had crossed.
He had a flitting thought that his mates might care, but that thought was whisked away when Randall placed a delicate line of kisses on his cock. From root to tip, then the tickle of his tongue as it swept across the slit. The moan Randall made hit Flynn like a punch in the gut, squeezing his insides, tightening everything as he came in a rush of ecstasy greater than he’d ever felt using just his hand. Back arched, cock jerking, his spend spilled across his stomach.
His mates stared at him a moment before Darvon dragged a finger through his release. When he stuck his finger in his mouth and tasted it, Flynn groaned. He’d never seen anything sexier in his life. He tugged on Darvon’s braid, pulling him down into a kiss where he tasted himself on Darvon’s tongue.
More fingers drifted across his body, then Flynn felt Randall’s tongue licking up the mess. Flynn’s cock twitched, and though his mind wanted, his body was sated. Exhaustion seeped into every pore as he was finally able to let his guard down. He’d been running for days, constantly looking back over his shoulder, fearing for his life, but now with his mates watching over him, his eyes closed, and he let sleep take him.
Chapter 15
Randall
I was in the middle of tasting the sweet essence of my mate when Flynn went lax beneath me.
“He fell asleep,” Darvon muttered, sounding put out. He wore a deep frown when I looked up at him. My gaze traveled down from his pretty face, over the flat expanse of his chest and stomach, to the rigid length jutting from his body.
“Were you wanting something?” I asked with a sly grin and an arched brow.
“Well, yes. This was the first time in ages, and I…” Darvon’s mouth dropped open, a bright flush coloring his cheeks.
I could do without. Hell, I’d been doing it for years, but hearing my mate’s desire made me want to bring him to orgasm just so I could see how far I could make that beautiful blush spread. “Come here.” I held out my hand for him to take, guiding him over both Flynn and me, then underneath me as I straddled one of his legs. I pressed my knee to his groin, giving himsomething to rub against as I dove in for a kiss. Tasting Flynn on his tongue drove my hunger for him higher.
Craving and eager to hear him, I left off his mouth, kissing under his jaw, nibbling on his neck, then lower to latch onto a pebbled nub. Darvon whined and wriggled, pushing out his chest, seeking more. I pinched the other nipple, then soothed it with long swipes of my tongue, alternating as he moaned louder.
I worried he’d wake Flynn, but a glance showed our mate completely out of it. With a flick of my finger, I lifted a blanket and covered him. Darvon cupped my cheek, voiced his thanks, and then shifted his hand to the top of my head and pushed.
Laughing quietly, I inched backward, wrapping a hand around his thick length, and gave him two strokes before adding my mouth. I had done this before, though rarely, but I had fantasies and my right hand, so I did to him what I liked done to me. My reward was a taste of him, sweet and salty. I felt Darvon’s fingers in my hair, tracing my ears, and when I swallowed his cock, his nails bit into my shoulders as he curled upward, exploding into my mouth.
I drank him down, suckling on the head, ensuring I got every drop of him. Had Flynn been awake, I might have shared… or maybe not. Having Darvon to myself—more or less—for our first time gave me confidence that I could be a good mate, a good lover for them.
Fate had certainly blessed me. Twice over. As Darvon drifted in a pleasant daze, I lay between my mates, basking in the knowledge that they were mine. Stuck as I'd been in my tower, I'd long thought that I'd be alone with only my ravens and Kat for my friends. The queen had become somewhat of a confidant over the years, but she wasn't someone I’d spill my sexual secrets to. As for Prince Valter… we'd become closer since he mentally connected with Baron and Duke, and though he exasperated memore often than not, I supposed he'd become the closest person I could call a friend.
“Your mind is busy.”
I glanced at Darvon, then gathered him to my chest. He rolled onto his side, curling his long, lean frame into mine, his head resting over my heart.
Darvon glided a hand across my chest and then slid his palm down my belly. He plucked at the strings of my trousers and tsked. “You're still dressed.”
“I wanted to focus on you and Flynn.”
“But—”
