Max gave a sharp tug on his hand that brought him back down to the couch. “What is going on?” he demanded, looking from Quinn to Lukas. Quinn wasn’t sure what he could have possibly seen with his inferior human senses, but the long, drawn out, “Ohh,” was irritating enough that he glared.
“Ohh what?”
Max smirked at him before turning to face Lukas, placing both hands on his cheeks and making Lukas face him. “Kiss me.”
Quinn bristled, digging his nails into the arm of the sofa.
Lukas glanced at him over Max’s shoulder before Max slid a hand to Lukas’ chin.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered.
Well, that was surprising. Max had seemed anything but dominant the entire time he’d been here, except when he got mad. Granted, it had only been a few weeks. Max was still feeling out his place with them.
He looked away as Lukas leaned in for a kiss, forcing his claws to recede when he realized they were on the verge of ripping his sofa to pieces. He pressed his palm against his mouth and tried to ignore the fact that Max was kissing the man he’d been pining over for years. Who was only interested in mages.
“Now kiss Quinn.”
Quinn froze, his entire being locking up and his thoughts screeching to a halt. Even his lungs refused to work for several painful heartbeats. Then Lukas was standing over him and he dragged his eyes up the lean, toned body he’d had more than a few fantasies about.
Lukas’ eyes were intense and glowing, completely focused on Quinn as he pressed a knee between Quinn’s thighs and leaned down. He braced a hand behind Quinn’s head, using the other to tug his hand away from his face.
He was peripherally aware of Max squirming with excitement, but the rest of his attention was on Lukas’ lips and the way his tongue darted out to wet them as he leaned closer. When his lungs decided towork again, he got a deep breath of the lingering scent of metal, oil, and gunpowder beneath the richer scent of Lukas himself. Like fresh rain on warm concrete and his coconut shampoo.
A deep groan ripped out of Quinn’s chest as he grabbed Lukas’ shirt with both hands and yanked, crushing their mouths together. Every time he’d fantasized about kissing Lukas, it was always a fight for control, but there was no resistance as Quinn pressed his tongue past Lukas’ lips. All he tasted was sweet submission, and that explained and changed everything.
He slid a hand into Lukas’ hair and curled it into a tight grip, echoing Lukas’ moan and pulling him closer, seeking out the heated flesh beneath his shirt.
Lukas shivered and straddled Quinn’s lap until their chests were pressed flush together, his arms wrapping around Quinn’s shoulders. When Lukas started grinding against his body, Quinn tore his mouth away with a groan.
“Too fast.” Quinn was partially convinced this was some fever dream. Maybe he’d been shot with aconite and he was dying and this was his mind’s gift to protect him from reality. He intended to enjoy it either way; he just needed a minute.
He nipped Lukas’ lip before tipping his head back. “Take care of Max first.”
Lukas’ darkened eyes flicked over him, his slight frown shifting into a smirk. “You want to watch.”
Quinn tried to glare, but fuck, he couldn’t deny it in the least. And it sounded better than he needed a second before he came in his pants. “Yeah, so get to work.” He didn’t miss the way the amber of Lukas’ eyes shrank further, and he definitely didn’t miss the sharp spike of arousal in his scent. He never would have pegged Lukas as such a submissive, but he certainly enjoyed the revelation.
Lukas tipped off his lap and onto the couch, then rolled partially over Max and slid to the floor onto his knees.
Max’s eyes went wide at the sudden change in Lukas’ focus. “You really don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
Lukas tilted his head, resting his hands on Max’s thighs. “I want to.”
With a hum, Quinn slid across the sofa and grasped Max’s hand before he could freak out too much, pressing a kiss to his palm. “Whether you want to or not, it’s okay.” Max still didn’t look convinced,so he brushed kisses across Max’s fingertips as he added, “Lukas and I can figure out something between us, even if you want to figure out something between the two of you.”
“Like Caius,” Max said with a shaky breath, squeezing Quinn’s fingers before hesitantly running his other hand through Lukas’ hair. “I don’t get how you can do this so easily.”
Quinn shrugged and continued trailing kisses over Max’s fingers and knuckles. “My mom has two mates,” he said, grinning when they both looked surprised. “One is a human. I guess I grew up knowing love wasn’t finite, and society only pretends to know how things are supposed to work. And you’re stalling,” he added, wrapping his lips around Max’s finger and sucking. The strangled moan drowned out the idle music of the game and he smirked against Max’s palm.
Lukas tilted his head, rubbing small circles into Max’s thighs with his thumbs. “So, yes or no?”
Max glanced between them one more time before nodding.
When Lukas smiled, it wasn’t his usual mocking or sarcastic one, but a slight, pleased upturn of his lips that made him seem younger. More his age.
It was easy to forget that Lukas was a few years younger than him, closer to Max’s age.
The small spark of jealousy at seeing that expression focused on Max didn’t even get a chance to ignite before Lukas turned the same expression on him, before it was ruined by a hint of smugness. As if Lukas knew exactly what he was thinking.
