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Good, because while he’d enjoyed fucking him raw, Saint preferred this gentleness between them, and where it might lead. He liked the taste of dick too, when he drew its length between his lips and over his tongue. By the goddess, he was hard, and long, and as Saint sucked, he swallowed deep, sliding Octavius’s cock between his lethal fangs. He’d wanted this since they’d met—the feisty, angry little wolf, tamed under Saint.
Octavius grabbed a fistful of hair and twisted, making Saint splutter. Not so tame, then. And knowing how hard Octavius would give in return freed the fire in Saint’s veins all over again. He needed this in ways he couldn’t explain. Octavius was a part of him, woven into his heart.
He’d saved Saint, but Saint had cared for Octavius long before that.
Octavius pumped, holding Saint’s hair rigid, thrusting down Saint’s throat, balls to his chin. He’d tilted his head, and his sharp mouth opened, his body flushed. Saint needed him on the cusp of coming, he needed him burning up and mindless. There, that precipice, that moment before ecstasy stole all his inhibitions away.
He let go of Saint’s hair, raised his hands above his head, holding them in the shower’s stream, and he fucked Saint’s mouth with abandon. There he was, the real Octavius, the man who was free of all rules, of all lies. Free and full of life.
His thrusting hips stuttered, and he came, pulsing deeply down Saint’s throat. His cum might have been the sweetest elixir Saint had ever tasted. As the aftershocks racked him, Saint rose, wiped his mouth, and thrust a messy kiss on Octavius’s plump lips. His eyes blew wide, pupils full and dark and filled with desire.
“More,” Octavius said.
Saint scooped his slippery body up, under his ass, and kissed him as though there was no tomorrow.
CHAPTER27
Octavius
There werememories of long-forgotten lovers, the ghost of their touch, but none had been like Saint. He seemed to know in the moment what Octavius needed and how to satisfy those needs, either under his tongue or the stroke of his hand over Octavius’s dick.
Octavius knew now why he’d kept himself behind bars, avoiding all physical contact. Because it made him feel, made him want to live, made him come alive, and made him crave pleasure like a drug. He truly had been a phantom, moving through the world, untouched and untouchable. But Saint saw him in ways he hadn’t known he’d needed. In dangerous ways.
He wasn’t sure, as they lay entwined, where he ended and Saint began. His cock stroked in and out, his mouth sucked, teeth grazed, hands gripped, hard and soft. Their lovemaking blurred, driven by need without thought. He wasn’t sure if it was a nyk thing or just a Saint thing, but Octavius lost himself in the hours they sought pleasure together.
As his body healed the all-over assault, it tingled in the most delightful way. According to Brotherhood creed, intimate relations with a nyktelios were forbidden, but now he’d thrown off the stifling Brotherhood shackles, he saw the world around him in a whole new light. One of feeling and hunger and lust, and perhaps even love. He’d been just another tool for Mikalis. Saint had showed him another way, a way that had to be the true way. Why else would it feel so right?
He left Saint sleeping, tugged on trousers and one of Saint’s loose shirts, leaving a few buttons open, and ventured into the kitchen.
“Hey.” Jayden smirked at the kitchen counter. “Want some ice cream? Sure you do. Ice cream after bone-melting sex is the best.”
Jayden had heard them then. They hadn’t been quiet. By Nyx, did Jayden mind Octavius had been intimate with his lover? He didn’t appear angry as he collected a second bowl and grabbed the tub of ice cream from the freezer. Still, Octavius should say something. But what?
“It’s fine.” Jayden scooped out the ice cream.
“What is?”
“I could make you stand there a while longer, all awkward, trying to be stoic, while you figure out how to explain why you and Saint just spent the night fucking each other’s brains out, or we can eat ice cream together while I explain how it’s good for all of us, and how I like your smile. You should wear it more.” He handed over the bowl and Octavius automatically took it. “I just care you’re happy.”
He didn’t mind at all?
Jayden sauntered to the couch in front of the wall of glass and sat with his ice cream. “You’re surprised?”
“I don’t really do relationships, so I don’t know how this is supposed to work.”
“But you’re a natural!” Jayden laughed.
Octavius snorted and carried his ice cream to the chair opposite Jayden. He sat and folded his legs beside him, scraped the spoon over the ice cream, collecting a curl, then tasted it. An explosion of honeycomb zinged on his tongue. “You bought this? It’s good.”
“I found some cash in a tin, and went to get groceries while you two were getting to know each other—finally! So, let me explain what we’ve got here.” Jayden circled his spoon in the air. “It’s not what most people would define as a normal relationship, but it’s working, and I like it.”
“Three of us?”
“Yeah. Do you like it?”
Did he likethis? There was a lot more to that question than there seemed on the surface. This wasn’t just sex. Jayden was asking about the feeding aspect too. The whole package. Nyktelios and human. Two nyktelios and one human, living as a trio. And Octaviusdidlike it. He liked Jayden’s gentleness, his realism, and his endless optimism, even if it was irritating at times. It helped that feeding from him had become a pleasure rather than guilt-ridden torture.
“Yes, I do like us.” It surprised him to say it. Every damn day was a surprise thanks to Jayden and Saint.
