Page 15 of Ravished By the Ravens

Asher laughs. “I don’t know if I want to go slow, but it might take a while for me to introduce you to my family and all that. They’ve just processed the ‘gay’ part, so a little polycule might be too much for them. Wouldn’t want to give Grandma a heart attack.”

He’s met with twin smiles, equally bright and warm.

They spend the rest of the day lounging around. Magnus shows him around the castle, and Hanan takes him to his little greenhouse out back, though not much grows inside at this time of the year. But Asher gets to hear all about his tomato plans for spring. Both of them grab his hand whenever he’s close enough, and pout when they have to let go.

It’s blissful, warm, and wonderful. And Asher doesn’t feel lonely for a single moment.

* * *

A day later, Asher sits on the kitchen counter, swinging his feet. Hanan and Magnus clean the dishes and remnants of their dinner.

“I have a question,” Asher says out of nowhere when the last plate is washed. Both ravens look up at him and cock their heads. Sometimes they’re terrifyingly similar—and bird-like. “Have you ever showered together in that giant shower of yours?”

Magnus smirks, stepping in between Asher’s legs and placing both hands on his thighs. “Yes. Why do you ask?”

“Do you think it will fit three?”

And before he can blink, Magnus throws him over his shoulder and stalks towards the bedroom. Asher squeals in joy and catches Hanan’s hand before they fully leave the room.

“Let’s try it out,” Magnus shouts, upping his pace.

He only slows down when they’re in the bathroom and gently sits Asher down on yet another counter, already pulling off clothes. Hanan—smiling like a maniac—soon joins in, and all their clothes end up strewn across the floor.

Bright laughter bounces between the walls as they all pile into the huge shower. Hanan clicks around on the little touch-screen and warm water hits them like pouring rain from the ceiling.

“Oh, look at that,” Hanan says, sneaking up behind Asher and taking him into his arms. “We do fit.”

Magnus hugs him as well, effectively squishing Asher between their bodies. “But we should hold on to each other so we don’t fall. The floor can get pretty slippery.”

“Yeah.” Asher winds his arms around Magnus’s middle. “Hugging for safety is a good plan.”

Hanan’s hands squeeze Asher’s hip, slowly grinding against his ass. His cock is already half-hard. “Maybe we should do more.”

“We did give you a break yesterday,” Magnus says, hands sliding around Asher’s body to grab hold of Hanan. “So we deserve something fun today.”

“Is that how this works?” Asher asks, hiding his own interest. Though he’s pretty sure they can feel it.

Hanan hums, and Asher feels the vibrations through his body. “It could be.”

“It should be,” Magnus laughs.

Asher shakes his head under the stream. “Impossible.”

“If you don’t want to play,” Magnus says, pressing Hanan closer—and therefore squeezing Asher tighter. “I’ll just have to have fun with my other mate.”

And then Asher hears the telltale signs of them making out above his head. He can’t turn his face up and look. He can’t move at all, really, considering just how tightly the shifters press against him. So, he pinches Hanan’s side.

“I didn’t say that,” he says loudly, wanting to be heard above the streaming water and their obnoxiously loud kissing. “Don’t leave me out.”

“Did you hear something?” Magnus says against Hanan’s lips. “Maybe the doors are creaking again?”

“I’ll get supplies next time I’m in town,” Hanan answers. None of them acknowledge Asher.

And that just won’t do.

Asher releases a breath and relaxes his body fully, causing him to slowly slide down between Hanan and Magnus’s bodies until he’s kneeling on the floor. It’s a bit uncomfortable with his legs all bunched up on the tiles, but Asher is nothing if not determined.

Without waiting for a reaction, he grabs one cock in each hand and starts moving. They’re both already hard, but Asher is sure he can turn them on further. He’s never tasted either of them, and now, with both of them laid out like a buffet before him, he doesn’t quite know where to start.