“I have not been without you since I found you,” Vari says to Orik.
“And I have not been without Bridget sinceIfound her.Ibrought us a mate, and you cast me out. If I did not care for you so much, I would have fought and killed you for the betrayal.”
I bite back the groan. They are supposed to be making up, not sharpening their blades.
Vari puts his hand over his heart. “I am grateful for your gift, and the skill it took to find a mate who wanted us both. And that you let me go through rut first.”
My gaze dances between them. “Wait…what happened?”
Did they have some other conversation that I wasn’t privy to?
“I have accepted that Orik is also our mate,” Vari says as though that explains everything.
“But why?” Is there a trap I don’t see?
“Because I made a mistake in leaving Orik. We should have put ourselves forward together, the way he planned.”
“I am not sure about going through the rut. Just so we’re clear,” Orik adds.
Vari nods.
I frown. “I don’t know what that means, or how to avoid it.”
“It means that I’m not going to taste you, or fuck you, though I’m sure it’s going to become irresistible at some point because I’ll smell it on his skin.” Orik’s hand lands on the small of my back. “That and watching you two will be a sweet torture.”
“You can join in…” I don’t know how I’m supposed to handle both of them, but I’ll figure that out.
“Will you want to join in if Orik and I are together?” Vari murmurs in my ear as his hand slides beneath the shirt and then into the too loose pants.
“I don’t know. I might want to watch.” Watching the two of them together could be exciting.
“I think there will be times when we each want time alone with only one person. For the moment, it is Vari that needs attention.” Orik sniffs. “I can smell the cum leaking from you meq.”
“You want to lick it up?” Vari growls.
We both can.Orik’s words fill my head.
Orik drops to his knees and unlaces Vari’s pants before I can even work out what is going on. He strokes his lover’s length and makes an appreciative sound as he runs his fingers over the bumps and the now pronounced ridge. “I like the changes.”
He licks the tip of Vari’s cock, lapping up the pre-cum.
Vari groans and closes his eyes. “This will not sate the rut.”
“No, but I’m enjoying it.” Orik takes Vari deep into his throat and draws back slowly. He reaches out and tugs my hand, pulling me down so I’m kneeling next to him. “Taste him.”
There is no way I can do what Orik did, but I tongue the slit in the tip and lap up each drop. Orik moves in closer and works his tongue over the bumps at the base of Vari’s cock. He grips Vari’s hip hard enough that his nails dig into his flesh.
Vari places a hand on each of our heads. His mutterings are too soft for the device in my ear to pick up, but I don’t need a translation to understand how much he is enjoying it. He sucks in a breath and comes. It spills off my tongue and over my chin. Then Orik is there, kissing me as if he needs the taste of his lover’s cum.
His tongue flicks over my chin. “Turn around. He needs your slick on his meq.”
“I’m too sore.” Because we’re touching, he can understand me fine.
“Trust me.”
I hesitate, but I turn on my knees.
Orik undoes the pants and shoves them down. “Keep your thighs together. I’ve done this plenty, and he likes it.”
