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“Hel,” Nevahn panted, his cheeks bright red. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
For the first time in a long time, I felt myself flush. It wasn’t a rare compliment for me to get, but the rough honesty, the awe in his voice made my chest flutter.
Nevahn threaded an arm around Cian’s neck, holding on tight. “You both feel so damn good.”
Cian tipped Nevahn’s head and kissed his beard. He had developed a small obsession with Nevahn’s body hair, which I found adorable. I couldn’t blame him. All that red hair was a lovely novelty, like his body was on fire from the inside out.
The head of his cock slid over mine with delicious friction, driving me quickly to the edge. I came first with a low, guttural moan. The way he wore my seed like a prize was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. His body jerked and a moment later, the warmth of his release flooded over my fist, and I couldn’t help but feel a little proud, even though it was probably a perfectly normal amount of cum for him. It’d been a surprising turn on, learning that humans could cum so much at once, even if he needed long breaks in between.
Cian’s fingers dug into Nevahn’s hips, and Nevahn’s body jerked with every hard thrust. Poor Nevahn looked so wrecked. I just had to take advantage.
“Filthy,” I muttered, lifting my soiled hand.
“Oh, gods,” Nevahn whispered as I started to lick my fingers clean.
An involuntary purr swelled in my chest at the combined taste of us. It would’ve been even better if it were all three. The show was as much for Cian as it was for Nevahn.
Cian snarled and grabbed my hand, sucking my cum-coated fingers into his mouth. He had a possessive streak in him a mile wide and just couldn’t stand the idea of someone having something he thought was his. Apparently, that extended to Nevahn’s bodily fluids.
He growled a curse around my fingers, claws digging into Nevahn’s hips enough that he cried out. Cian’s movements stuttered, growing stiff, and he bit down on my fingertips as he came. I smirked to myself, more than a little proud of the role I’d played at the end.
Cian released my hand and pushed it away, panting. “You’re a terrible tease.”
“I’m anamazingtease,” I corrected. “And a damn good lover.”
Nevahn pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I certainly think so.”
“I don’t hear Lord Cian complaining either.” I smiled and slid to the end of the bed to retrieve a towel, cleaning the remnants from my hand. “He loves every bit of it.” I stole a kiss as I passed it to Cian to see to the two of them.
Cian grabbed me by the back of my neck before I could retreat. I thought he was going to say something smart, a quip, a light-hearted threat. Instead, he nuzzled his nose softly against the shell of my ear and whispered, “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Either of you. I just…” He gritted his teeth. “I just love you both so godsdamn much.”
“We know,” Nevahn said gently and pressed his ear to Cian’s chest.
Cian put an arm around him and squeezed him tight, trembling. “I need you with me. I can’t do this alone.”
“You won’t have to,” Nevahn promised. “We’re not going anywhere.”
I squeezed his hand in agreement. “We love you, Cian.”
Cian pulled me into the embrace and kissed the top of my head. “I love you, too.”
Thesaltwatercamethe next morning, despite the gargoyle blacksmith’s claim it might be otherwise.
I spent the better part of an hour heating the water in the barrel one bucket at a time, hoping that would lessen the flash boil effect. It still had to be cooler than the blade, but that didn’t mean I needed the sea water ice cold.
The moment of truth came. I pushed the importance of what I was about to do far from my mind and pulled the red-hot blade from the coals, checked it against the magnet I had on hand to ensure it’d reached a proper temperature, and plunged it into the barrel. The salt water steamed and hissed, crawling up the tongs and my arm, curling against the sky above. Carefully, evenly, I rotated the blade through the water, keeping it as vertical as possible. Sweat stung my eyes. I didn’t dare reach up to push it away.
Steam roiled from the blade as I lifted it free and peered down the spine. A smile. It was straight as an arrow.
I spent most of the afternoon shaping and honing, and planned to spend the waning hours of the day affixing the handle, but a commotion at the center of town drew me out of the forge. A small crowd of children had gathered at the crossroads, apparently dismissed from their lesson early. They had caught Cian coming back from the bathhouse, and convinced him to play a game that involved throwing rocks into increasingly smaller circles of other rocks.
I watched him cast a polished bright blue rock into the biggest circle. It hit a red rock, skipped into the next circle, and spun into a third. Apparently, it was a tough move because the children crowded him with demands for him to teach them how to do it.
I crossed my arms over the heavy leather apron on my chest. “Shouldn’t you be in bed recovering from your wounds, Lord Cian?”
Cian grinned and gave me a salacious wink. “It gets boring lying around all day, waiting for you, Forgemaster Maelstrom. Besides, there’s barely a hole now.”
“Do you have a scar?” One child hopped up and down in front of him, wings flapping.
