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Understanding what I wanted, Darvon gave me one last lingering kiss before he slid down next to me, where I could touch him. As he took over licking and sucking Flynn’s cock, watching his saliva-slicked shaft pumping in and out of Darvon’s mouth, I trailed my fingertips aimlessly along Darvon’s torso and cock, urging its glorious revival.
Since I’d mostly stopped moving during the interlude with Darvon, I’d given Flynn a few moments to recover and catch his breath, but now I was ready to take him over the edge. I flicked and rolled a nipple on each man, feeling Darvon’s groan as the vibrations rippled through Flynn’s body.
With all of us touching, and my mates already claimed by the other, our senses were wide open. Through our link, I could feel Darvon’s lips on Flynn’s cock like they were wrapped around mine. Flynn’s nails lightly scratched Darvon’s scalp, and I felt those wonderful phantom fingers gliding across mine.
An explosion of pleasure surged between us when Darvon hollowed his cheeks and swallowed at the same moment Ipushed as deep as I could into Flynn. Briefly, I wondered if every time would be like this, but just as quickly, all thoughts were swept away in the spiraling tidal of ecstasy that crashed over us, flowing from Flynn. It spun around us, ensnaring us, and none of us wanted to escape its draw.
Flynn cried out, grabbing my shoulders, one clawed hand sliding toward my heart. Quickly, I placed my fingers on my mates, isolating my power, and as Flynn crested, cutting deep into my flesh, I shouted, “Mine!” My power surged down my arms, into my fingers. Three points formed, then the lines linking them, just as we were linked together from now to the end of our time.
Once my power faded, I wrapped Darvon’s cock in a tight grip and stroked him base to tip in a rapid rhythm punctuated by my own staff jabbing quickly into Flynn. Darvon swallowed Flynn’s cum before he knelt up, grabbing my hair tightly, slapping his other hand to my heart, kissing me hard as he exploded. As his power sealed Flynn’s claim to my chest, branding me with his spiral mark, I tumbled headlong into release. Darvon came again, his cum splashing on my body, and I’d never felt happier or dirtier, and prayed to any of the gods or goddesses listening for the joy I felt to never end. Fate and circumstance had brought us to this moment, and they deserved praise and glory.
When a faint meow sounded from outside the bedroom door, I laughed. Damn cat.Damn Kat.I laughed harder, my body shaking with mirth as I fell from Flynn’s body to land between my mates. They rolled against my sides as I threw my arms around them.
Kat’s continuous plaintive meowing, however, didn’t let me linger in a post-coital glow. I gave my mates each a kiss on their temples before sitting up and scooting to the end of the bed. I wet a cloth from the pitcher of wash water and wiped myselfdown before tossing my tunic on, the drape long enough to hide my private bits.
When I unlocked and opened the door, Kat entered, sneezing in my general direction. I glanced at my mates, snuggled under the covers, and wanted to rejoin them, but I didn’t think Kat would have interrupted us unless it was important.
She jumped up on the arm of the small couch and sat, her tail curling around her feet as she stared first at Flynn and Darvon before nodding and then turning her violet gaze in my direction.
We must leave at first light.
The intensity I saw in her eyes stole the air from my lungs, and though I’d already suspected what she’d say, her words still froze me where I stood. Events were conspiring against us.
We needed to move… and move fast.
Chapter 31
Darvon
“Who are you?” Darvon sat up in bed and peered across the room at Kat. She turned her gaze on him, the tip of her tail flicking back and forth before she rose and strutted along the back of the couch. Her graceful leap from couch to bed surprised Flynn, who roused from his drowsy, blissful state.
“Hello, Kat.” Flynn stuck out a hand, and Kat pushed her head to his palm, allowing him to pet her. He stroked her black fur and gave her a few scratches under the chin before dropping his arm and cuddling into Darvon’s side.
Kat picked her way across the bed to sit on the bedside table closest to Darvon. He shot Randall a questioning glance, but when his mate refused to answer, he turned back to the cat sitting regally beside him.
“I can feel your power.” As Darvon spoke, he tentatively extended a tendril of his magick, attempting to touch Kat’s, but he hit a wall that refused him entrance. “It’s faint, like it’s… trapped. Is that what happened?”
She tilted her head, ears twitching, and then she nodded.Yes. The sorcerer who caught me caged me in this form. Jarrah was thankfully nearby. He has been my confidant—and co-conspirator—since.Her chuckle felt like a warm pulse in Darvon’s mind.
“I’m sorry you’ve been stuck for so long,” Flynn commented, sitting up but staying pressed against Darvon’s side. He hugged Darvon lightly. “I enjoy being in my feline form, but I like my thumbs… and kissing.”
Randall huffed, then came and joined them on the bed. He dragged Flynn forward into a kiss, taking his time to take their mate apart, and he might have succeeded if Kat hadn’t sneezed again. Randall glared at her before dissolving into a fit of giggles.
“Sorry. Sorry,” he mumbled, “but Kat and I have had an unusual friendship since we met. If I’m correct, other than Jarrah, and now you two, Kat hasn’t been able to ‘talk’ to anyone else.”
That is correct. The life of a cat is very boring. Valter attempts to keep me amused, but I am not meant to be stuck in one place for as long as I’ve been. My sister is restless. She is eager to have me home.
“Who’s your sister?” Darvon asked as his mates settled beside him, but Kat held her tongue. He huffed. “Do you know, Randall?”
“No. I have my suspicions, but Kat likes her secrets. In this instance, I’m willing to keep my assumptions to myself. I’m more interested in knowing why we have to leave at first light.”
Flynn let out a plaintive whine and slumped. “Already? I was hoping we could spend all of tomorrow in bed, getting to know each other, andgetting to know each other.”
Darvon was on board with Flynn’s idea, but time appeared to be of the essence in breaking Kat’s curse. He patted Flynn’s leg. “We’ll have plenty of time for that.”
“Better.” Flynn pouted, then sat up and stared at Kat. “So why do we have to leave so early?”
“Because Timur and Artor must be in the right place at the right time?” Randall suggested, peering at Kat for confirmation.
