Page 40 of Their Human to Entice

“You are here?” Lyath says, not believing that our mate is back and safe.

“I am here,” Beren says, reaching over and grabbing one of Lyath’s horns and pulling his head close to his own. He nuzzles against him until their horns lock. I keep myself pressed tight against Beren’s chest as he comforts Lyath, who’s still blinking wildly like he can’t believe it.

“I am sure I told you not to stop making love to my mate until I told you to,” Beren says, his tongue flicking at Lyath’s lips. That’s what finally has a smile falling across Lyath’s face.

“Yes, well, seven days of lovemaking is a lot,” Lyath stumbles over the words, emotion making his words thick and tight.

“He got tired after six,” I nudge Beren’s side with my hand, getting his attention on me for a moment so I can see the look of adoration focused on me and know that everything’s going to be okay. Beren lowers his face to mine, a hand cupping my cheek as he rubs it softly with his thumb

“I missed you both more than anything,” Beren says, his eyes flashing up to look at Lyath and then settling back on me.

As if to prove his point, a rumble of thunder shakes the room. I forgot about the storms in my excitement to have Beren back with us. Lyath looks to be in the same boat because his eyes narrow and his body tenses as we sit in silence. The only sound is the harsh drumming of raindrops as they hit our home.

“You went out in this?” Lyath asks through gritted teeth, his words more of a hiss. I’ve never heard Lyath mad at Beren, and it doesn’t seem like Beren’s used to it either, considering he’s lowering his gaze and looking almost apologetic. “Beren, did you go out in the storm? You could have died? You would have left us both without our mate!”

Beren hisses. His eyes flash red, and he lunges for Lyath. I scramble out of his way, sitting to the side as he wrestles Lyath down to the mattress on his back, nudging his legs open as he locks their horns and wraps a hand around his neck.

“I came back to you.” Beren cuts me a look. “Both of you.”

“You could have been hurt,” Lyath seethes, refusing to give up his anger even though Beren has him submitting to him. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re both hard against each other.

“The storm let up for a short while during the night,” Beren says, much more coolly than I think he’s capable of since his body is so tense. “The brother meant to keep me from leaving until it was safe fell asleep, and I managed to sneak away before the others could stop me. I was tired of being kept from the two of you. So, yes. It might have been dangerous, but it was worth it.”

I keep the sound of amusement from leaving my throat but leave the smile on my face. It’s not like Lyath and Beren are looking at me right now anyway. If they do end up looking over, maybe it’ll help them to get over the fits they’re both throwing.

I understand why Lyath is upset. He hates that Beren put himself in any danger. Beren is upset because only one person in this relationship gets to worry, and he’s always going to want it to be him. I crawl up to the headboard and sit with my back against it so I can watch as my mate and his other mate begin to soften the bristly edges of their anger with soft touches and knowing looks.

“I thought you might have been hurt when the storms started when you did not come back,” Lyath says, his voice barely a whisper.

“I will always come back for you,” Beren says, his hold on Lyath’s throat softening until he’s dragging his hand down his bare chest toward his groin. Lyath lets out a long hiss when Beren finds what he’s looking for. “I will always find both of you.” He reaches up with his other hand, asking for mine, and I hand it to him without question. “You two are my sole reason for being. If I had it my way, I would have been in this home the day the storms started, but the brothers said it was too dangerous and imprisoned me in one of the spare rooms.”

“You would have come to us when the storms were raging?” Lyath asks with a bite in his words, hating the idea of Beren risking his life more than he already has.

I reach down and stroke his cheek gently, his eyes flashing up to meet mine, and Beren does the same.

“How is it that I’ve only been his mate for a handful of days, and I already know he’d do anything in his power to be with us always,” I say, adding a teasing lilt to my voice that has Beren’s eyes sparkling. “You’ve been with him for years. How come you don’t know this?”

Lyath narrows his eyes at me, a look of uncertainty crossing his features. We’ve never pitted ourselves against each other in terms of our mating to the same male, but what I’ve said can be seen as a jab if he doesn’t take it how I mean it. Thankfully, Lyath knows me better than to assume I mean malice with my teasing. His face relaxes until he has a lazy smile tugging at his lips.

“Maybe I need to be reminded often,” Lyath says, his eyes drifting back up to meet Beren’s. “It has been many days since I have felt my mate’s touch, and I am not a male who is used to going so long without.”

“I will need to make up for missed time then, yes?” Beren smiles at us both wickedly before pulling me to lie next to Lyath. His hips are already pressing into Lyath’s, but he shifts his body so his tongue can find my mouth. “I will want you both many times. In fact, I think you have slept enough of the night away. Who is to have me first? I think it should be Nia and me, and we can make Lyath play with himself in the chair while I bring you pleasure many times.”

Lyath makes a desperate whining sound in the back of his throat as Beren pushes off of him and maneuvers their bodies. He pushes me toward the end of the bed until I’m exactly where he wants me. My head falls off the side so I can stare at where Lyath will be sitting. Beren crawls between my legs, arms wrapping around my thighs to keep me close.

He doesn’t bring his mouth down to me just yet, instead he raises a narrowed gaze at Lyath. “In the chair, hand on your cock. I do not want you to release until I am inside of you, though.”

“This is cruel,” Lyath mutters as he rolls from the bed and sits in the chair in the corner, hand already working his stiff length as Beren lowers his mouth between my legs.

I can’t tell where Beren’s looking, but I’m sure it’s at Lyath, who’s fixated on my face as it contorts in pleasure. When Beren’s tongue hits my core for the first time, I keep my eyes on Lyath and cry out his name. Beren hisses a displeased sound as Lyath makes a similar sound and stills his hand. I smile and give Lyath a wink to make sure he knows I know I’m getting under their scales.

When the waves of pleasure wash over me, Beren’s name leaves my lips as my hands fist his horns and hold him close to me. His fingers bruise my thighs as he holds me to him, letting me ride out my orgasm on his tongue. Lyath clenches his jaw, forcing himself not to come too early.

“Such good mates,” Beren’s voice sounds warm and loving as he raises his mouth from my core. “Both of my mates, so wonderfully perfect for me.” He nods to himself and then returns to pleasuring me, not giving Lyath or me a break until he’s sure we’ve both been punished for being away from him for so long in the most amazing ways.

Then, he makes sure we both understand how precious we are to him. It doesn’t end until Beren is sure we’ve all fully made up for being away from each other. When it’s over, he holds us both and promises to make sure we know how much he cares for us every day for the rest of our lives.

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