Page 59 of Clan and Crave

“Let’s be honest.” Erybet scowled at Sletran.“I jumped at the chance when you, as you so delicately put it, toldme to pull my head out of my ass. It was true I needed to. So hereI am.”

“Did you really say that to him?” Conyoddidn’t know whether to laugh or be appalled.

“It got his attention.”

Erybet sighed and appealed to Conyod. “I’vebeen an idiot. Can you forgive me?”

For an answer, the Imdiko rushed to him andwrapped his arms around the gorgeous man. Erybet apparently got themessage because he kissed him as soon as he stopped laughing.Warmth rushed through Conyod as he glanced from Dramok toNobek.

He had a chance for the greatest prize hecould ask for.

Sletran gave him a warning look. “We’ll takeour time to make sure this is right for us. You prefer to followyour gut where feelings are concerned, but a lifelong commitmentisn’t a decision to make lightly.”

Conyod knew he was right, but if Erybet hadasked them to clan then and there, he’d have found it hard to wait.He fended off the nudge of disappointment he couldn’t have what hewanted immediately by asking, “Are you saying we can’t have sexthis very second?”

“Those hormones,” Erybet groaned to Sletran,but he was grinning. Since he was still hugging Conyod close, theImdiko detected lively interest perking up.

“There’s only one cure for a young man’slust. I guess there’s nothing to do but give it to him.” Sletransighed as if he faced a trial rather than lovemaking.

“Oh, I’m perfectly fine if it’s such a chore.I have two hands. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” Conyod madeas if to head for the bathroom.

“Like hell you will.” Sletran pulled him fromErybet’s grasp and lifted Conyod onto his shoulder. “Come on,Erybet. Let’s seal this deal.”

“I’m all in.”

Laughing, the trio made their way toSletran’s sleeping room. More accurately, Erybet and Sletran madetheir way, and the Nobek carried Conyod there. He was tossed ontothe bed.

He had a brief instant of renewed amazementat how the two men worked together as if they’d been making love tohim for years. They required no speech or even glances ofconfirmation as they crowded close to him and simultaneously pulledat his clothes. Theirs was a choreographed dance as they baredskin, as they stroked and kissed, as they brought him to fullpassionate excitement.

Eagerly aroused, Conyod as usual couldn’tkeep from writhing beneath them. They alternated between pushinghis seeking hands aside, pinning him, or simply ignoring hisincreasingly frantic motions. They handled him as they pleased, andhe discovered he was no match for the pair who’d been trained toovercome their enemies. Masculine chuckles filled his ears as theyplayed and kept him helpless to work his will against them.

They drove him crazy as a mouth would brieflywarm his cocks, then move away. Or a hand would grip him, pump asingle time, then depart to fondle him somewhere else. Theytormented him deliciously, their focus seemingly on driving him outof his skull with desire. His feet kicked the air. His ass bouncedon the mat. He fought to touch them, then himself, only to have hishands brushed aside.

Then Erybet pinned him so he couldn’t movewhile Sletran found the hovercuffs he kept near the bed. Conyod wasshortly bound so he was vulnerable to their whims. The pairexamined his prone body, their expressions gloating.

“Dinner is served,” Erybet snickered.

“Looks tasty,” Sletran agreed. He went to thedrawer in the wall where he kept various instruments of excitementand torture. Many served both functions.

Conyod had no opportunity to see what theNobek chose. Erybet manipulated the hovercuffs so he was forced tokneel on the opposite side of the mat, his back to the rummagingSletran. He gazed up at the Dramok, who set his trapped handsbehind his neck.

“Does this work for you?” Erybet askedSletran.

“Perfect.” The Nobek came around the mat tojoin them. Whatever he’d chosen from the “happy drawer,” as hecalled it, was kept hidden behind him.

Wide-eyed in nervous anticipation, Conyodlooked at the pair. There was no use in asking what Sletran had. Nouse in asking what they planned to do to him. No use begging forrelief from his throbbing cocks. He was theirs to do with as theywished, for as long as they wished.

“These look good,” Erybet growled. He graspedConyod’s shafts and slowly worked them. Conyod groaned, his wholeframe stiffening in response to the tight grips. His hips moved ininstinctive rhythm to Erybet’s movements as the Dramok watched hisface.

“You want my mouth on you, don’t you? Youwant me to suck these hungry cocks.”

“Yes,” Conyod gasped, lost in the thrall ofexpert handling. He doubted Erybet would do so. At least not rightaway. He had the feeling he was in for a long bout of teasing.

It was a complete shock when Erybet bent lowand enveloped Conyod’s secondary in his mouth. The Imdiko shoutedhis surprise as wet warmth engulfed him, drew back, and swallowedhim again.

Erybet didn’t stop. He continued to fellateConyod at a measured pace. The bound man’s focus narrowed to thefull, sensuous lips wrapped around his smaller length, to thestrong hand pumping his primary, to the sensation of the Dramok’srough tongue applying friction to his sensitive intimate flesh.Only the delicious feeling of Sletran’s calloused hand massaginghis ass stole any of his consideration from Erybet’s incredibleattentions.

Though the pace was deliberate, Conyod’sstill-youthful hormones eagerly seized on what was happening. Hiscocks felt full, the sensation of yearning building until he knewhe’d eventually come no matter how careful and slow Erybet suckedhim. He trembled as the relentless heat rose. Then he shook as hispulse throbbed demand through his sexes. At last, he quaked, needrising fiercely. It didn’t matter when Sletran broke off frommassaging his ass. Erybet was giving Conyod all he needed forultimate gratification.

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