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I’d been joking, but he nodded. “Yes.”
“It’s not too late to make up for lost time,” Branok said, pressing behind me.
Tal sauntered over and gave me an uncertain grin. I leaned toward him, pressing one hand against his chest to steady myself while I kissed him.
“We should find a better location,” Talisyn suggested.
“On it,” Branok said, before scooping me up into his arms.
It was my second time being carried today—though neither had been against my will—and I rested my head against Branok’s broad shoulder. He carried me through the halls to one of the bedrooms that had been repaired and lay me down on the bed. Lynx, always the careful one, made sure to latch the door shut.
“Nothing can change how I love you,” Branok told me as leaned over me. “Even how much you piss me off.”
“That’s not very romantic—” I began, but he cut me off with a kiss. Branok’s lips were firm and demanding, claiming all my attention, but the bed shifted beneath me as Talisyn and Lynx joined us.
The three of them undressed me, their hands blurring together into one pleasant sensation.
Lynx, to my surprise, pressed me onto my stomach. Then he straddled my thighs, his cock brushing against the curve of my ass, as he massaged my back. Long, firm gentle strokes of his hands released knots I hadn’t realized I carried.
Branok left us behind then came back with massage oil, warming in a silver bucket of heated water. When Lynx spread it across my sore muscles, his hands working each knot of tension away, it was pure bliss.
Branok settled beside me, and his fingers teased through my hair, sending little electric pulses of desire through my spine.
Talisyn, not to be outdone, moved to my feet, pulling them into his lap and beginning to stroke the balls of my feet with the pads of his thumbs. I let out a low, long moan, and they answered me with throaty chuckles. I hadn’t known that I needed to be pampered like this.
They took their time, until I was a relaxed puddle of muscle on the bed. Then Lynx slid off me. His bright eyes met mine as he rested his head on the pillow beside mine. “We haven’t put you to sleep, have we?”
“Not at all,” I promised him, moving to straddle him. I began to unbutton his tunic, then pulled it apart, revealing the perfect planes of his body that I loved so much. His throat and chest were unmarked, and the expanse of tanned, golden skin seemed wrong somehow. I wanted him to wear my mark, and I wanted to wear his.
“This isn’t going to work.” Branok complained, then grabbed Lynx’s legs and dragged him down to the end of the bed.
“Hey.” Lynx raised his head off the bed to frown at his brother.
“Well, sorry, but you’re not the one who spent your younger years training to one day be able to handle Honor and her harem needs,” Branok shot back. He was already undressing, and I paused, watching him as he stripped off his clothes. He was like a work of art, a chiseled god from a painting or a statue.
Not like the real gods, who were often disappointing.
I began to ride Lynx as Talisyn leaned over and kissed me, his mouth consuming me as his hands teased against my nipples. Lynx filled me up so completely and felt so good. Branok began to play with my second hole, circling it and teasing until he pressed inside. I bit my lip, unable to hide how good his fingers felt.
“More?” Branok’s voice was a throaty purr, full of desire.
“More,” I whispered.
Branok poured oil over his cock, then teased it against my opening. Lynx stilled, his hands settling on my hips to hold me there while Branok gently, slowly, worked his way inside. I felt impossibly full as they began to move again.
Talisyn kept playing with my breasts, leaning over to cover my nipples with his mouth. I loved the way his tongue felt rough against my nipples. He touched me between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit to work it as Lynx and Branok both began to move. The sensation of the two of their cocks filling me was so intense and perfect that I groaned.
“You still have one more hole,” Talisyn murmured as his hand worked steadily against my clit. My toes curled against the clean white sheets, on the verge of coming but wanting more of them.
“Fuck my mouth,” I said, and he let out a moan of desire.
“Do you always talk this dirty?” He ran his fingers through my hair, then gripped it to hold my head steady as he teased his cock against my lower lip.
This time, I didn’t mind that he didn’t remember. “Yes.”
I licked his tip, which was salty with pre-cum.
He groaned at the sensation, and I plunged my mouth onto his cock. His head tilted back, his hand tightening in my hair as if he were already losing control, and I smiled around his cock. I loved being able to pleasure these men, to make them break their control for one minute.
