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Reaching out, Spooky touched Micha's face and Arden heard Micha suck in a sharp breath. He poured himself a drink and gazed at them closely as Spooky's soft hands danced over Micha's chest, over his arms, down his thighs. Every new touch made Micha squeak.
How could Micha not be trusted? He was the most innocent person Arden had ever met.
Spooky slipped closer and closer to Micha before the Nephilim groaned. He tried to push Spooky away, but Arden knew firsthand how stubborn the cat was.
"Spooky, come on," Micha groaned as he tried to push again.
"No, cuddle with me." Spooky clung tighter to him, his fingers trailing up his thigh before Micha cried out.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting comfy," Spooky muttered.
Arden knew how true that was. Whenever Spooky slept with him it was like he had to get as close as possible or he wouldn't be comfortable enough. It drove Arden crazy and he denied the comfort that it gave him, calming the storm that constantly raged in his chest.
He took another sip of his drink before he sat his glass down and leaned back in his chair. Arden undid his pants. His cocks sprang free and he wrapped a hand around the top one, stroking it slowly before he switched to the bottom one.
Fuck. Stack Spooky on top of Micha and take them both.
His dragon roared and he pressed his cocks together, stroking them in time as he watched the monitor. Arden wanted so much more, to see them writhing together on his bed. To go back into his room and take in the scent of them. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.To hold them down and fuck them both until they're dizzy from his cocks.
Arden's free hand pushed into his shirt, his nails scraping over hardened nipples as he rolled his hips and let his imagination take over. He vividly pictured all three of them, the sound of the boys' moans and his growls as he took them apart bit by bit.
His balls tightened and pleasure pooled in his belly. It took every ounce of his self-restraint not to storm into the room and climb on top of them.It's against the rules for a reason. Stop.Arden growled under his breath, his dragon huffing his disdain.
They were his.
The thought startled him right out of jerking off. Arden's hand pulled free and he stared at the monitor in awe. For two hundred years, he had expected to one day feel that pull, that draw toward another dragon that would signify they were meant to be together. But it never happened. Now, at four hundred years old, he had long abandoned the idea of a fated mate, but the feeling persisted. His chest tightened, his body buzzing as sparks of electricity danced along his spine.
Mates.
Not one, but two of them. The thought was so thoroughly disturbing, but he remembered the way Micha's lips had felt on his. How even then the feeling in his chest blossomed and was now growing.
What is this? Was something out there screwing with him?
Arden stared at the monitor and he could no longer hold back. He opened his desk drawer, snatched up a bottle of lotion and poured it onto his cocks. As soon as he began stroking he let out a moan, his chest rising and falling quickly as he panted and rolled his hips.
He stood up, leaning forward as his climax barrelled toward him. Arden groaned as strings of come shot out and splashed onto his monitor decorating Spooky and Micha. He ran a finger through it and groaned as he imagined it was their faces his come had hit.
Arden shook his head, his hand shaking as he snatched up his drink and polished it off, the burn of the alcohol racing down his throat. He ran his arm over his mouth and chastised himself.
Crossing a dangerous line, Arden.
He quickly snatched up a bunch of tissues and wiped the screen and himself before he tossed them into the trash. Arden fixed his clothes and plopped back into his chair before he poured himself another drink and simply watched them.
Paperwork could wait. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the men in his bed.
Spooky could stay cuddledup against Micha for the rest of the week and never get tired of him. He was warm, soft, and safe. Spooky rubbed his head against Micha's arm, his fingers still stroking the angel's inner thigh. It was like petting a favorite stuffed animal without the fur.
"Spooky," Micha groaned and squirmed under his fingers. "I'm better now. We can go." He bit his lip. "Weshouldgo."
"Let's stay a little longer," Spooky muttered. "If Arden wanted us gone trust me, we'd know." He sighed. "That man has a temper worse than Jaygen's when he found out I was more than a kitten." He rolled his eyes. "Besides, I like it in here."
"Why?" Micha asked.
Spooky shrugged. "It's warm and safe and smells like him." Spooky moaned and stretched out in the bed before he curled back around Micha. "Whenever I'm here my heart feels at least half full." He frowned to himself. "The last time I felt completely full was when I had a witch. Ever since then it's been nothing but emptiness until I met Porter and it grew when I met Arden. I don't want to lose that."
Micha reached out and gingerly pushed his fingers through Spooky's hair. "I didn't know that," he said softly. "I'm sorry, Spooky."
