Aeldryc’s hand found the silver chain at my throat. One finger hooked beneath it, and I felt the pull of it low in my stomach. The touch meant what it meant. He was considering it, already seeing how to orchestrate the encounter.
“Pippin?”
I took in Brogan’s broad, kind face and his massive hands, then Davik’s lean jaw and polished horns as his arm draped behind Brogan. They were stunning, in love, and asking without shame.
“God, yes.”
Brogan grinned, and Davik’s mouth curved. Aeldryc’s finger tightened on the chain, and cutlery hummed.
Chapter 23
Pip
Thebedwasmassiveand built for trolls. Which meant it could hold all of us.
We filled the room, and our presence made the air feel close and charged. Aeldryc closed the door. The bolt sang under his hand. Brogan and Davik exchanged a glance.
“Iron elemental?” Davik asked.
“Yes,” Aeldryc said.
“It gets away from him when he’s horny,” I clarified, earning a sharp look from Aeldryc. “What? It’s true!”
Brogan and Davik exchanged a knowing glance, and a familiar knot tightened in my gut. Why hadn’t I asked Aeldryc about the ‘resonance’ thing? The question vanished as Aeldryc moved, his body a promise I wasn’t about to interrupt. Complicated conversations could wait. Hot sex couldn’t.
Aeldryc crossed the room to Brogan. He placed a hand on the troll’s broad chest and pushed him down to sit on the edge of the bed.
I stood in the doorway, one hand still on the frame.
Aeldryc ran his hand up Brogan’s neck, over the heavy jaw, traced the base of one thick horn with his thumb. Brogan’s eyes went half-lidded. Aeldryc cupped Brogan’s chin, leaned in, and kissed him. It was the sexiest thing I could have imagined, my… well, I wasn’t sure what to call him. Boyfriend seemed too little; lover, I supposed, was closer.
My face and chest flushed, and my palms went damp.
This was Aeldryc’s mouth on another man’s mouth and his hand on another man’s jaw, and it was thorough. Brogan made a low sound against Aeldryc’s lips and Aeldryc swallowed it, and I pressed my back against the door and held the handle to keep myself upright. He lifted his head and glanced my way.
“No, don’t stop, keep going, I love watching you explore,” I said quickly.
He laughed, something he was doing more lately, and gave Brogan another hard kiss, and I melted, watching him and Brogan tear at each other’s clothes, tossing fabric aside until their big, muscular chests were pressed close. I glanced toward Davik, who was rubbing a rather substantial erection through his pants.
The hinges of the door behind me vibrated against my spine as Aeldryc shoved Davik down next to his husband, freeing the troll’s massive cock, and stroking it as they kissed. As they discarded what remained of their clothing, I had the thought that I’d be happy just to watch.
It was like live-action porn, but with massive, beautiful men who looked like they were built from the same stone as their homeland, all wild abandon and grinding muscle. The sight of their horns, and the sheer alien texture of their gray skin against Aeldryc’s pale fae flesh, made it all the hotter.
“Stop gaping at us like we’re doing a sex show for you and come here, Pip.”
I startled into action, because, okay, participating in live-action porn was way better than watching it.
Aeldryc turned me to face them as he undressed me, nipping at my throat as he put me on display. “My little fucktoy,” he murmured, shoving my skirt and underwear down, then tugging my sweater over my head, leaving me in nothing but thigh-high stockings, his silver collar, and the fine chain that ran from it,gleaming against my skin in the firelight. The trolls watched, stroking each other’s thick gray cocks.
“Look at him,” Aeldryc said, stroking my cock and balls, turning me and spreading my cheeks to show them my hole. “Can you help me give him what his body craves? He’s a little slut who loves to be stuffed full.”
“Yes,” Brogan said immediately, his voice rough.
“Absolutely,” Davik said.
Aeldryc kissed my shoulder, then the back of my neck. He murmured against my skin, “Be good for them,” and something in my stomach dropped through the floor.
I stepped closer to the trolls, standing between their outstretched legs as I reached out to touch them, suddenly shy until Davik nodded, coaxing me to move. Brogan was a wall of dark slate, his chest and shoulders massive, his cock thickening between his legs as he palmed it. Davik was leaner but still enormous by any standard, his blue-gray skin smooth, his cock long and heavy and already hard. Both of them had horns that gleamed in the firelight, and the sight of those horns, the strangeness and beauty of them, made my mouth water.
