The Whorehouse Oracle (10 page)

Tyron lifted a hand to clasp the back
of Artim’s head. “As long as we have you now, that’s all that
matters.”

After a second, the two males released
one another, the moment passed. But there was a calmness between
the two Khal hadn’t experienced before. Witnessing their bond grow,
knowing he’d played a role in developing their bond, Khal felt a
happiness he didn’t know was possible.

But there was still another. Smythe
had been left out of the coupling and that needed to be rectified.
Khal wasn’t fully claimed until they’d all had him,
together.

****

Smythe had sat on the bridge, having
heard the sounds of pleasure coming from the state room. Had Artim
submitted to the triad? Jealousy and happiness warred within
Smythe. He was glad if Artim had accepted a multiple joining, but
Smythe had been left out of their number.

Someone had to remain on deck, he
supposed. But why’d it have to be him?

Artim was usually the one to remain on
deck, their too serious brother not usually willing to play. If
Artim had finally let go of his anger and unwillingness to be a
full brother, then he more than deserved the pleasures of Khal’s
body. It still didn’t mean Smythe had to be happy he’d been left
out.

Hopefully there would be time to
rectify that soon.

Smythe’s cock was rock hard from
having listened to their play. After playing with Khal on the
water’s edge, he hadn’t gotten a release, which only added to the
need mounting within him. His goal hadn’t been his own pleasure
when he’d last touched Khal. They’d needed to show the oracle that
they wanted him, regardless of his past, by freely touching and
tasting him. Yet, he wouldn’t have been upset if he’d been able to
have an orgasm, too.

Artim had stopped their play by the
water and he was just groaning in satisfaction along with Tyron as
Smythe sat there aching. His whole body throbbed with need, his
cock needing to empty into Khal’s body and mark the male as
his.

Khal.
Smythe closed his eyes and brought the male’s face into
focus. As soon as he’d seen Khal lying in the midst of the broken
glass, the need to protect and honor the male had leapt in his
chest. Khal was his mate,
their
mate
, and he didn’t want to play games or
fight battles. He wanted to claim Khal and give the oracle
everything he’d ever need and then some.

A hand rested on Smythe’s shoulder and
he looked up. Khal stood there, nude, wearing only a smile. “I’m
sure you heard the fun we had.”

Smythe swallowed as his gaze took in
all of the sexy male. “I did. Did you enjoy your mates taking
you?”

“
I did, very much so,”
Khal said, trailing his hand across to Smythe’s other
shoulder.

Smythe tensed, the touch too light,
too little. He wanted more. Much more. Khal seemed to sense that.
He brought up his other hand and began to massage Smythe’s
shoulders.

“
You’re too anxious.” Khal
lowered his head and trailed his tongue over Smythe’s ear. “Much
too tense. I think you need something to … relax you.”

Smythe’s heart raced, but a smile came
to his lips. “And what do you recommend?”

“
Can you drive this ship
in any circumstances?”

“
I’m a wonderful pilot,
with battle experience. I think I can handle anything that comes my
way,” Smythe said, satisfaction filling his voice. Pride would be
his downfall, he knew, but he couldn’t help but let his sin lace
his voice.

Khal released his
shoulders and walked around to face him. He knelt and moved between
Smythe’s legs. Quickly, Khal had Smythe’s cock free from his
leather pants and cradled his balls in one hand, the other
caressing his length. Khal lifted the head to just before his lips
and then looked up at Smythe. “
Any
circumstances?”

Smythe’s body shook with need. His
confidence faltered for a moment, but he flipped on the auto-pilot
button. They didn’t use it often, considering the circumstances,
but he would remain there in the case of any issues. Did Khal know
of the button or the auto-pilot? Smythe grinned, continuing to play
into the fun. “Why don’t you test me and we’ll see?”

Khal grinned before lowering his head
and wrapping his lips around Smythe’s head. The oracle sucked in a
few inches and laved the head, swirling his tongue over the broad
tip. Smythe let his head fall back for a moment as Khal took more
down his throat, hitting the back. With about half Smythe’s rod in
his mouth, Khal widened his mouth and attempted another inch or so.
Smythe hissed as the pleasure pushed him to the border of his
control. He speared a hand into Khal’s dark locks and pulled the
male back some, needing a moment to collect himself.

Smythe wouldn’t control the male,
though. Khal returned to the spot and sucked down another half
inch, bringing Smythe up out of his seat an inch, his back arching.
Sweat beaded on his brow as Khal lifted back to the tip and rolled
his tongue over the head.

“
Did you not like
that?”

Smythe let out a beleaguered sigh and
tightened his grip on Khal’s head. He pushed the male back down on
his cock. “I don’t know, let me try it again.”

Khal’s chuckle reverberated along
Smythe’s length, only adding to the sweet pain and pleasure
coursing through him. Smythe’s need had taken him to a point he’d
never experienced before and the sensations Khal created bordered
on pain, decadent pain. He needed release as desperately as he
needed air. Khal began to suck faster, harder, and it brought
Smythe to the edge of reason too quickly. He didn’t want to release
so soon, without having been able to savor the feel of the male’s
mouth on his flesh.

But he wanted too much. He needed Khal
too desperately.

Smythe pulled Khal off his cock again,
knowing he’d spurt cum any second if he didn’t. His breathing was
ragged; he was so close to the edge. “Don’t rush, sweet
oracle.”

“
I only wanted you to not
feel left out,” Khal whispered. “Soon, I’ll have all three of you
inside me.”

Smythe groaned, a pearl of fluid
coming to the tip of his head before he reached down to squeeze his
cock to prevent from spilling. Once the moment finally passed and
he’d salvaged his seed, he let out a shaky breath.

“
You push me, Khal. You
push me to the edges of my sanity. And then you whisper words I
long to hear, long to do. I want to surge inside your flesh, make
us whole. All four of us, one being.”

Khal laved Smythe’s length, from base
to tip. “I want it, too. Tyron says once we arrive on base, you’ll
claim me. How long must we wait?”

Smythe rubbed a hand down his face.
How would they wait that long? It would be torture. “Three more
days, if we don’t run into trouble.”

Khal sighed. “Too long. I guess I’ll
have to fuck you in pairs until then to sate the need I feel for
you.”

Smythe reached back down to pinch his
cock. He was a lover, had had his fill of males over the years. How
could this one get him to come with words alone?

Simple, they were fated for one
another. Ahh, the fates so had this one right.

Khal pushed Smythe’s hand away and
began taking Smythe’s length back down his throat. The oracle
sucked Smythe in roughly, a greedy lover hungry for cum. Smythe
couldn’t hold back any longer. As Khal pushed him to the edge, he
didn’t fight it any longer. He succumbed to his body’s needs and
welcomed the explosion when it happened.

He held on to Khal’s head, pumping
between the male’s lips, as his seed rushed out and shot down
Khal’s throat. Smythe roared with pleasure as his cum fired, the
intensity of his orgasm not lost on him. He emptied himself into
his mate, amazed at the connection he felt with the male at his
feet.

Marked with their seed, Khal was
theirs alone.

“
I want to spend the rest
of my days inside you. That would be heaven,” Smythe
whispered.

“
Isn’t that the plan?”
Khal asked with a smile.

Chapter Nine

A few days later, Khal stood before
Prince Agarri and his triad. Khal’s own triad was at his back,
there to give details of their trip. Drayden sat at Agarri’s left,
the other two—Irylan and Bayjin—stood at their back.

“
Khal, I’m so glad you’re
here,” Agarri said, a smile coming to his face. “Your predictions
could help us immensely.”

“
Predictions?” Drayden
said with a smirk. The male stared hard at Khal before lifting to
look over Khal’s shoulder at Tyron. “Let me guess, cousin, this is
your supposed oracle?”

Prince Agarri nodded his head. “Oh
yes. Khal is the one who told me to expect the three of you and
that I should go with you. He said you were my fated males. Because
of him, I had no fear.”

Drayden’s frown deepened
for a moment before he relaxed slightly. He turned back to look at
Khal. “I suppose I should …
thank
you
… for helping our prince.”

Khal knew he wouldn’t be able to say
anything to make Drayden a believer. It would be better to show the
male. Khal reached back and took Artim’s hand. Tyron moved away,
immediately seeming to understand what Khal was about to do. Khal
felt Artim’s power racing through him, and he widened his stance,
letting that energy flow. The world blacked out, but he knew his
eyes would glow white from what his males had told him. He let the
words pour forth from the visions he saw behind his
eyes.

“
The other comes … strong
is he. The three must claim their mate, take his anger, show him
love. The enemy king holds the key.”

When the words repeated a second time,
he felt the healing touch of Tyron’s hand on his stomach. The words
stopped and his vision returned. He rested his head back against
Tyron’s body, leeching some of his warmth and strength. Artim tried
to pull his hand away, but Khal wouldn’t let him. He squeezed
Artim’s hand tightly, refusing to let the male pull
away.

Khal looked up at Drayden, seeing
confusion in his gaze. Khal felt confused, too. He’d seen much more
this time and fear settled in his chest. The time for hard truths
had finally come, and he wasn’t sure how the loyal Kannomites would
take it.

“
Who is the other?”
Drayden asked.

Khal stood taller, trying to choose
his words carefully. “I see Prince Agarri, but it isn’t him. This
male is someone else, who appears to have Agarri’s face. One hand
is withered, broken. I don’t know how. But he is a relative of the
Stugaati clan.”

“
Wouldn’t I have met this
relative?” Prince Agarri asked. “I think I would remember a male
with my face.”

Drayden clicked his tongue. “This is
all rubbish. We’re wasting our time.”

“
No,” Khal said. “This
male is the one who’s clearing minds of King Stugaati’s
whereabouts. He’s being forced to use his immense power, against
his will. We need to free him and not allow the Xakarrians to use
him as a weapon, before they come for all of us.”

Drayden paused, a fleeting moment of
worry crossing his face. “The enemy king? The Xakarrians don’t have
a king.”

Khal looked down, knowing it was now
or never. Drayden would probably not believe him, but he had to
tell them, warn them what they were up against. “King Stugaati
opened the doors for the invasion. He leads them now. Our king is
our enemy, which is why he had to wipe his memory from so many
minds.”

Drayden jumped from his seat. “Lies!
What proof do you have of this?”

Khal shook his head. “I have no proof,
other than what I see in my own head. I’ve seen Stugaati in a
silver suit, hiding who he is from most.”

“
He is king. What reason
would he have for allowing this invasion?”

“
He feared the power of
others,” Prince Agarri said lowly. “He talked constantly of males
who would come and overthrow his reign. He was paranoid, talking of
plots and drama in his court, but I was too young to understand. He
once said slavery of the people was the only way to ensure safety.
I thought him speaking rubbish, blathering on like he was wont to
do. Do you think he would really go to that extreme?”

“
Slavery of the people?”
Drayden scrubbed a hand over his face. “Our king would not do this
to his people.”

“
My father pushed the
edges of sanity,” Prince Agarri said. “He frightened
me.”

Drayden still didn’t look convinced.
He turned to look at Khal, his eyes wide. “If you know the future,
then what are we to do? Show me some kind of proof, something,
anything to let me know the way. I can’t go to our troops and tell
them their king is their enemy, not without something to show
them.”

Khal nodded. “The other needs to be
freed. I see him standing at the side of the king, but there are
moments he is alone, in the night, when the palace is sleeping. He
needs to be rescued by his fated triad. They need to claim him and
take away his anger.”

“
Anger? Why is he so
angry?” Prince Agarri asked.