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“I have no intention of dismissing Gennadi, no matter what his status is,” Magnus said with just a hint of impatience in his voice. “As far as I know, there are no laws stating that a pup cannot take employment with someone other than their master.”
“There might not be any laws about it,” Peter argued, “but just you wait. As soon as someone notices Gennadi is Jace’s pup, they’ll question him working for you, and then someone will pass a law saying pups can’t work.”
“Unless you passed a law first saying pups have a right to be employed by someone other than their master,” I said.
It was just supposed to be a counterargument to Peter, but Magnus’s brow lifted at the thought.
“There you go, my love,” Magnus said, kissing Peter’s tight, pouting lips. “You have a whole new cause to fret over and throw yourself at. Instead of putting everything you have into eliminating pupdom, perhaps you should work to secure pup rights and define their place in society so that they cannot be abused or taken advantage of like mere sex toys.”
I knew Magnus’s mood was improving by the teasing way he delivered that brilliant idea.
I also knew Peter wasn’t out of the woods yet in terms of things that were upsetting him.
“It isn’t funny, Magnus,” he grumbled, trying to pull away from Magnus.
Magnus, of course, wouldn’t let him peel away. He held Peter even tighter. With a brief, signal look of warning to me so that I could let go and move back, he rolled Peter to his back and pinned him to the bed.
“Magnus, stop. I don’t want to be pushed around right now,” Peter complained as Magnus grabbed his hands and pressed them into the pillow above his head.
“Actually, my darling, I think you do,” Magnus said, dipping down to kiss Peter’s snarling lips. “I think that is partially what this entire tantrum is about.”
Magnus stole another kiss, this one longer and more commanding. Peter wriggled against him, but if he thought he was trying to get away from Magnus’s sudden aggression, that wasn’t what his body was doing. What his struggling actually managed to do was spread his legs open and stretch his arms higher above his head so that Magnus could overpower him even more.
Magnus thrust his tongue into Peter’s mouth, and within a few seconds, the angry, growling sound Peter had started out making turned into a sweet, plaintive whimper as Magnus completely mastered him.
And that’s when it hit me—so hard that it knocked the air out of my lungs. It all made sense—Peter’s frustration with Sebald and Jace, and with Gennadi and Avenel, his wild emotions, the way he let me take him away from the meeting, the way he didn’t really struggle when I pulled him into my lap during the argument at the meeting…even the way he didn’t want Magnus to see him so upset.
Peter wasn’t angry with Sebald and Jace, he was angry with himself. Because some part of him—probably a larger part than he wanted to admit to—was jealous of Avenel and Gennadi.
Peter had and always had had a dual nature, one that conflicted deeply and tormented him when it did. He wanted to be a leader and a man of importance and power…and he wanted to surrender himself completely and utterly to Magnus, and sometimes to me. He’d been steadily growing restless ever since Magnus had allowed him to play with Jace again, and even though I could count on one hand the number of times the two of them had gotten together in the past two months and still have fingers left over, it was clear to me now that allowing that bit of fun had set something off in Peter. Sebald and Avenel, Jace and Gennadi had just pushed that simmering part of Peter to the forefront.
I wasn’t certain what to do about my revelation, but Magnus had clearly already figured things out.
“You are cherished, Peter,” Magnus said, stretching away from Peter long enough to grab the small jar of ointment that rested on the table beside our bed. It didn’t matter whether we were at home or away, Magnus always had ointment within arm’s reach. He grabbed it, then tossed it to me. “You are deeply loved by both of your husbands. You will always be important to us, and we will always see you.”
“But it isn’t about you,” Peter said, breathless with emotion, good and bad.
“Of course not, darling,” Magnus said, shifting so that he could sit up and bring Peter with him, straddling his legs. He gestured for me to move behind Peter. “It’s about you. It’s about us.”
I hurried to kneel behind Peter, my knees wide so that he nestled perfectly against me. Once I was close to him, I kissed my way up the back of his neck and slid my hands over his sides.
“It’s okay if you want to let go with us,” I said softly near his ear. “Magnus and I are here for you. We’re safe. You can surrender to us and still be the amazing, powerful man we all know you to be.”
Peter whimpered, almost as if he were disappointed in himself, as he lost all tension from his body. I felt his weight against me as Magnus kissed and caressed him from the front.
Magnus met my eyes with an approving look as well. There was deepest love and pride in that look as well, and it made me feel warm, and also randy, from the inside out. It was a reminder that we worked best when the three of us worked together, and if any one of us had a problem, it was best solved by all of us.
“Let go of the fight, my darling,” Magnus said as I inched back far enough to slick my cock and Peter’s hole with the ointment. “Just for tonight. Let Neil and I cherish you as if you were our pup. I know you love it when we pretend that way, and I understand why.”
“But I don’t want to,” Peter said breathlessly, resting his forehead on Magnus’s shoulder for a moment.
“Yes, you do,” I said, knowing he meant that he didn’t want to feel weak. Peter hated feeling weak…mostly because he loved it so much. It was that conflict in him, the conflict that made him who he was, the man I loved.
Sometimes, Peter, Magnus, and I worked extraordinarily well together, as if we could read each other’s thoughts and could act on them without speaking. That moment was one of those times. As soon as I set the ointment aside and kissed Peter’s neck and shoulder again, Magnus knew what to do. He reached around Peter’s hips to grasp and knead his ass for a moment, and when Peter moaned with a mixture of defeat, desire, and frustration, Magnus parted his asscheeks for me.
I didn’t need to test him with my fingers to know he was ready for me. It was the kind of night where it worked better if I breeched him without easing into it. I lined up and pushed in, meeting resistance for just a moment before Peter cried out with pleasure and pain and let me all the way in.
“That’s it, my heart,” Magnus said, nudging Peter’s hips back so I could push deeper. “Let us have our way with you. Feed that part of you that wants this surrender tonight, and tomorrow you can take on the world and all its evils with strength, knowing your husbands will give you everything.”
