Page 41 of Randall
Randall’s deep chortle fanned the flames of Darvon’s desire. Want pooled in his gut, doubled when his mates both squeezed his thighs. Darvon had to fight to hold back a groan.
Duke’s gaze slid to them, and he jerked his chin toward the door. Darvon latched on to the permission, jostling Flynn to further wake him.
Flynn stretched his arms and arched his back, yawning loudly. “Bed, mates?” he asked casually, continuing the ruse.
“Yes,” Randall said, rising and offering his hands to Darvon and Flynn.
“My seneschal will show you to your room,” Herulf said, reminding Darvon that they’d taken the mayor up on his offer of staying in one of his guest rooms. As they departed, he heard the Herulf add, “Amazing. Two mates. Fate has certainly blessed you.”
Darvon agreed, circumstances notwithstanding.
While not as spacious as his suite inside the Fae lands, their room for the night was quite large. A small sitting area was just inside the doorway, their bags set on a two-person settee.Beyond was a large four-poster bed with heavy drapery and a canopy. How nice it would be to close those drapes and cocoon themselves away for a long while…
Flynn whistled. “I’ve never seen a bed so big or a bedroom as fancy as this.” He turned to Darvon and latched onto his arm. “Is your room as magnificent as this one?”
Darvon took a moment to imagine his tiny mate sprawled naked in the center of his bed at home in the Fae lands and nodded. “Yes, and it will be better once I have you in it.”
Chapter 29
Flynn
With slow steps, Darvon directed Flynn toward the bed. Excited, he allowed himself to be pushed, walking backward, his hands on Darvon’s forearms. Behind them, Randall dismissed the mayor’s man before closing and locking the door. He withdrew the key and hung it on a small hook, then turned and followed Darvon.
Flynn only caught glimpses of Randall undressing, his vision mostly taken by watching Darvon strip out of his clothes, pulling off his boots, and tossing them aside.
Darvon’s gaze never wavered from his. “Get those clothes off, mate,” the Fae murmured. “We have some fucking to do.”
“Claiming,” Randall clarified as he climbed onto the bed.
Flynn didn’t know who to look at as he scrambled to undress. Darvon with his sleek body, alabaster skin, and flowing silver hair, or Randall with his sculpted muscles, facial hair, and dark, penetrating gaze… Claiming… Yes, please. His marks on his mates. They, in turn, would mark him in some way.He’d wondered what theirs would be. Something magickal for Randall seemed appropriate, but what would Darvon do? Did the Fae have special symbols, too? He wished he knew more about them, wished he knew more about his mates in general. Not that he planned on backing out. No way, no how.
“Mate,” Randall slid the backs of two fingers down Flynn’s cheek before tucking them under his chin and turning his head. He’d sat against the headboard and drew Flynn between his parted legs.
Flynn knelt facing him, his palms flat on Randall’s upper chest. He smiled, thinking how lucky he was. How blessed. “Mate.”
“You were lost in thought, but you don’t have to worry. We’ll go slow and be gentle.”
Flynn hadn’t been worried about that, or maybe he had, but other thoughts had pushed forward instead. “I know. Thank you.”
Randall nodded and then kissed him. Their lips slid together like hands gliding across silk, soft and decadent. Flynn inhaled Randall’s scent: an earthy spice, a touch of smoke. Each inhale made his heart thump, his cock lengthen, his gut tighten with rising desire.
“Let me have a turn,” Darvon demanded, turning Flynn around so he sat in the vee of Randall’s legs and kissed him much harder than Randall had. Darvon took hold of Flynn’s calves, lifting them and placing his feet on the outside of Randall’s thighs.
Flynn felt open and exposed, but also seen in a way he’d never been by his family and those in his village. Only his master had ever thought him worthy. As a result, Flynn had pushed almost everyone away except for a few friends who’d stuck by him after his master had chosen him to be an apprentice. Being seen by the others meant enduring verbal taunts and minor physicalassaults. No one was ever too rough, because they didn’t want to face any repercussions from either his master or the clan elders.
Darvon’s fingertips trailed along Flynn’s inner thigh, reminding him he was here with his mates, waking his cock, and tightening his buttocks. “No, kitten, you need to relax. Let us love you, yes?”
Flynn nodded, deliberately dropping his shoulders from around his ears and letting his body go loose as he relaxed against the broad expanse of Randall’s chest. He focused on the feel of their hands touching him, the tickle of hair, the glide of their fingers, the soft press of their lips. Each caress made his blood thrum in his veins, firing his libido and stiffening his member until it stood tall and proud.
Randall wrapped his hand around Flynn’s shaft, stroking from base to tip. When a pearl of precum bubbled to the slit, Darvon kissed his cockhead before lapping the fluid away with a decadent moan.
The deep sound spilled into Flynn and filled him with rising desire. Tentatively, he reached for his mate, running the silken braid along his palm before slipping off the blue ribbon and loosening the unraveling the woven hair. Feeling surer, Flynn grasped a handful and used Darvon’s hair to guide him in for a molten kiss that curled his toes.
When Darvon broke them apart, he worked his way down Flynn’s chest, placing kiss after kiss until he filled his mouth with Flynn’s erection.
Flynn gasped, both from seeing and feeling his mate suck his cock with hollowed cheeks and the demanding pressure of his tongue. “Fuck… Darvon… Mate.”
Randall, meanwhile, touched Flynn everywhere. Shoulders, throat, chest, nipples, then lower to brush at the base of his length, to tease his balls, to stroke his inner thighs. When Darvon sank onto the bed, flat on his stomach, Randall liftedFlynn’s legs into the air, pulling them back, exposing his hole to Darvon’s gaze.
