A Bond of Three (22 page)

When Feyar pulled free of Sorran’s body, Sorran let out a whimper of frustration that grew louder when Tanish did likewise with his cock.

Feyar smiled and reached for a vial of oil next to the bed. “Oh, I think you are more than ready. On your back, Sorran, and spread your legs wide for me.”

Sorran shivered but did as instructed.

Tanish stretched out on the bed next to him, stroking his belly while Feyar slicked up his cock until it glistened. Tanish pressed his lips to Sorran’s cheek and kissed him. “It will hurt a little,
dorishan
, but trust me, the pain will leave you. And I am here beside you.” He kissed Sorran again, and Sorran eagerly sought his warm lips.

Sorran felt heat at his hole and then thick, blunt flesh pushed insistently, demanding entrance. A brief stab of panic flared through him, followed by a feeling of being impossibly full when the head of Feyar’s cock entered him, stretching him. He let out a faint whimper and reached down to feel where the skin was stretched tight around Feyar’s wide cockhead.

“Easy, Sorran,” Tanish said soothingly into his ear. He grasped Sorran’s cock and stroked it. “Bear down, my betrothed. It will make his passage into you all the more smooth.” Tanish kissed him, and Sorran did as he was told. He groaned when Feyar slid deeper into him and suddenly he was filled with hot, bare flesh.

Oh, by the Maker….
Sorran had never dreamed it could feel so good. Feyar was fully
inside
him. He closed his eyes and surrendered to the multiple sensations that lay siege to his body. That thick rod of flesh filling him, moving slowly in and out. Tanish’s hand on his cock, stroking, pulling, coaxing it to a size and hardness Sorran had never before achieved. Tanish’s mouth on his neck, his chest, kiss after sensual kiss that made Sorran’s head spin. Feyar’s gentle hands on his thighs, spreading him wide, holding him down.

“Oh
yes
!” The heartfelt cry burst out of him, could not be contained. “Feyar, I feel you. It is like you are a part of me.”

Feyar dropped low over him to kiss him hungrily. He gasped into Sorran’s mouth, all the while moving slowly within him, hips gently rocking as he pierced Sorran’s channel again and again. “Oh, sweet prince, I never thought to find another as responsive as my
terushan
, but you are his equal. Your body brings me great joy.” He looked at Tanish. “And now it should be you inside him. Bring our prince to release, with our names on his lips.”

Sorran bit back the moan as Feyar slid from him, but then he found himself looking into Tanish’s blue eyes as he leaned over, his body coming to rest between Sorran’s spread thighs. The look in those eyes took his breath away.

“I have waited for this moment, Sorran.” Tanish’s voice was low and rich. Sorran was aware of Feyar’s hand around Tanish’s cock, slick with oil. “Let us be joined, my betrothed.” And with that he pushed into Sorran in one long thrust.

T
HE
EXQUISITE
tightness of Sorran’s channel made Tanish’s heart skip a beat, as did the way in which Sorran arched his back, the breath hissing out from between his lips.

“Oh, Sorran, it is heaven inside you.” No other word came close to describing the pleasure Tanish experienced when he thrust into Sorran, feeling him tighten around Tanish’s rigid length. Feyar murmured his agreement, his gaze fixed on Sorran’s face, which was a mask of fierce joy, his enjoyment of the act plain to see.

Then Feyar turned Sorran’s head to one side and held his cock steady as he brought it to Sorran’s lips. “Open for me, Sorran.”

Tanish’s breathing quickened at the sight of Sorran’s tongue licking along the length of Feyar’s hard shaft of flesh, moaning around it as Tanish filled him completely, their bodies joined. The sight of Feyar thrusting his cock into Sorran’s mouth only made Tanish move faster and harder, keeping time with each slide of Feyar’s shaft.

And now Sorran was moving, pushing up with his hips, meeting Tanish’s thrusts with obvious pleasure. Tanish groaned as their flesh met, the sound loud and erotic above the low cries of the three men.

“Oh yes,” he said, his breath coming in short bursts. “Your body sings to me, my betrothed.” He grasped Sorran’s length and tugged at it, making Sorran moan louder still. He took hold of Sorran’s hand and laced their fingers together, Feyar copying his action. The three of them formed a moving circle of flesh, connected, as intimate as it was possible to be. Tanish met Feyar in an intense kiss above Sorran before bending low to kiss Sorran’s chest and neck.

“I am close to release.” Feyar gasped, his hips bucking as he thrust into Sorran’s mouth. “Join me, both of you.” He caressed Sorran’s hair and gripped his hand more strongly before pulling free of him. He grasped Sorran’s cock and squeezed it, his breathing rapid and shallow as he mimicked Tanish’s hand on Sorran’s length.

When Sorran’s body grew stiff, the muscles in his abdomen tightening, Tanish knew it was time. He thrust hard, punching the air from Sorran in a loud grunt. “I shall fill you with my release, Sorran. Feel my heat inside you, marking you as mine, my husband-to-be.” He quickened his thrusts, no longer capable of holding back, his hand movements on Sorran’s cock matching each plunge into Sorran’s willing body.

Above Sorran’s chest, Feyar stiffened and tugged at his cock, which jetted out his seed over Sorran, spattering his abdomen, so white against Sorran’s dark skin. “Oh, my
corishani
. So good, so very good.” He squeezed out the last drops and bent low to kiss Sorran, who seemed lost in ecstasy.

Sorran arched, his eyes rolling back as he came, shaking, with low cries that sounded so heartfelt they filled Tanish with joy. His release mingled with Feyar’s, coating his chest. Sorran’s channel gripped Tanish’s length, pulling his release from him in a sudden burst of seed that took his breath away.

And then it happened. A tingling erupted over his skin, sending waves of heat rolling over and through him. Sorran’s gaze fixed on his, those dark eyes wide and shining, lips parted in a breathless cry. Tanish placed his hand on Sorran’s chest, covering the blemish, which felt hot to the touch. The heat departed from him as quickly as it had arrived, leaving him feeling weak. For one moment, Sorran’s presence had seemed so… vital, like a bright flame that lit up Tanish’s bedchamber.

Then the moment was gone.

Sorran’s body grew limp beneath him, his breath leaving his body in short bursts, skin damp with perspiration. Tanish was still locked within him, held there by invisible muscles that did not want to let go. He bent low to kiss Sorran, who responded with languid, sweet kisses that seemed to be without end. Feyar stretched out beside him and they kissed, their lips joined in a fusion of three mouths, three tongues. At last Tanish’s cock inched free of its delicious prison, and both he and Sorran groaned at the feel of it.

Tanish reached down and slipped a finger inside Sorran, making him shudder. His body released a rush of warm seed, covering Tanish’s hand, and Tanish brought it to his mouth to taste it. Sorran stared at him with wide eyes. When Feyar caught hold of his hand to lick at it slowly, their lips touching as they tasted it, Sorran moaned, and a shiver rippled through him.

“By the heavens, to watch you both as you do that….” Sorran grabbed Tanish and Feyar, pulling them to him, Tanish’s seed shiny on their lips as they kissed deeply. Tanish closed his eyes and lost himself in the moment.

Eventually Feyar rose from the bed and returned with a soft cloth with which he wiped away all evidence of their release. Then he lay down beside them, their arms entwining as they embraced.

Beyond the open window, the sky darkened as night fell, and the stars appeared in a swathe of bright pinpoints of light against a rich, deep canvas. Tanish curved his body around Sorran, his arm across his waist to lie on Feyar’s hip. Sorran lay between them, his eyes closed in sleep, a smile of contentment playing about his lips. Tanish listened to the sound of Feyar’s breathing, something familiar and comfortable that lulled him to sleep.

Chapter 16

S
ORRAN
STRETCHED
beneath the soft furs on the bed, enjoying the silky feel against his bare skin. Tanish lay asleep to his right, and Sorran admired the long line of his spine, the golden tone of his skin. His slow, steady breathing was the only sound in the room. Outside, Sorran could make out birdsong from the royal garden.

“Good morning.”

Sorran gave a start at the sound of Feyar’s voice, quiet though it was. He rolled onto his side to regard his lover. Feyar smiled at him and put his arms around Sorran to draw him closer, kissing his forehead softly. The touch of his lips brought back sweet memories.

“Good morning.” Sorran stroked Feyar’s beard, dark against his creamy skin. The feel of Feyar’s strong arms around him was another warm reminder of their time together. Sorran closed his eyes and luxuriated in the sensation, but opened them and caught his breath when Feyar moved his hand slowly down his back to cup his buttocks and squeeze. When Feyar eased a finger between his cheeks and rubbed over his hole, Sorran shuddered.

“Are you sore,
dorishan
?” Feyar gazed at him steadily.

Sorran smiled. “Forgive me. I felt no pain, but rather an ache.” He shivered. “A delicious ache that has left me wanting more.” The thought of taking Feyar inside him once again sent ripples of desire dancing up and down his spine.

Feyar’s smile returned, and he grabbed Sorran and pulled him to lie on top of him. Sorran could feel his length beneath him, hot and hard. The sensation was a pleasant one. Feyar chuckled and ground his erection against Sorran’s hip. “I too want more.” He cupped Sorran’s cheek and drew him into a long kiss, his beard softly scratching Sorran’s face. When he released Sorran, he grinned. “I would have you ride me.”

Sorran frowned. “Ride? I do not understand.”

Feyar pushed up with his hips. “Sit across my lap, Sorran, and let me push up inside you. You will need no oil.” He stroked over Sorran’s buttocks and then ran a finger along his crease. He pressed it slowly into Sorran, and his smile was still in evidence. “Your channel is still wet with Tanish’s release from our union last night. I will slide into you with ease.” His breathing quickened. “Ride me,
dorishan
.”

His meaning became clear, and Sorran let out a quiet whimper at the image in his head. Yet stronger still was the urge to join with Feyar. Something pushed at his consciousness, a feeling Sorran knew emanated from his gifts. He sat up and straddled Feyar, shuddering at the feel of his cock against his soft sac.

Feyar lifted him slightly and grasped his shaft, holding it steady. He rubbed the head of his cock against Sorran’s entrance. “Take hold of it and ease it into you,” he instructed Sorran. “Then lower yourself at your own pace.” His eyes gleamed, lips parted.

Sorran reached behind him to take hold of Feyar’s thick cock and position it against his hole. He held his breath when the wide head stretched him and then let it out slowly while he lowered himself onto the rod of hard flesh. He could feel every inch of it as it filled him. When at last he was fully seated, he shuddered. “I can feel all of you,” he gasped out. It was a powerful sensation, to be thus connected.

Feyar looked up at him with shining eyes. “To be inside such tight heat is incredible.” He remained still. “When you are ready, ride me as you would your horse. Take me slowly at first, but when you become accustomed to the sensation, we shall move together.”

Sorran placed his hands flat on Feyar’s chest and slowly lifted himself up, catching his breath as that wide cock eased out of him, then sighing with pleasure when he impaled himself upon it once more. With each slide of Feyar’s shaft inside him, his enjoyment intensified, until he could not move fast enough to satisfy his need.

Feyar grasped Sorran’s buttocks and held him aloft. “My turn,” he said with a grin. He thrust up into Sorran, making him cry out when his cock pushed all the way inside him, nudging the spot that gave him so much pleasure. Sorran panted as Feyar thrust faster and deeper, grunting each time he slid inside him. “You feel so good,
dorishan
.”

“And I grow greedy watching the pair of you.” Tanish was on his side, his hand moving rapidly on his cock. “So I think I shall join in.” He moved to kneel behind Sorran and kissed his neck, making Sorran quiver. “Good morning, my betrothed.”

Sorran let his head fall back onto Tanish’s shoulder, enjoying the touch of Tanish’s hands on his chest and waist. “Good morning.” He shivered when Tanish nuzzled his neck.

“You smell wonderful in the morning. It is a scent that stirs my senses.” Tanish kissed him, moving lower to his shoulder, where he bit gently, causing Sorran to utter a low cry, not of pain but of urgent need and desire. Tanish chuckled and brought his lips to Sorran’s ear, his breath warm. “And seeing Feyar already inside you makes me yearn for more.”

Feyar let out a soft moan, his eyes wide. “Oh, my
corishan
, yes.” His breaths came fast, his chest heaving. He thrust up off the bed to fill Sorran anew, making him cry out.