Page 113 of The Sorcerer of Shadowholde

“Yes,” Verian said, anticipation racing through him.

He turned to see Vita kissing Aurora passionately, the sleeves of their dresses already hanging off their shoulders as the women ran their hands over each other.

Then Verian’s pants were gone—as were Petran’s—and his legs were hiked up against the man’s solid chest.

This was really going to happen, though as Verian’s eyes trailed to the massive cock hanging between Petran’s thighs, he wasn’t so sure.

Renatus cleared his throat, his voice ringing through the tense silence of the room. “You’re not fucking him tonight, Petran. That will be my honor when the time is right, if Verian obliges.”

The sharing was erotic, intense, but the possessiveness…

That hunger in the High Consul’s voice made every muscle in his body clench with need. A need he hoped would be fulfilled by the man some day. And soon.

“Of course,High Consul,” Petran growled, letting Verian’s legs slide off of him before gripping his needy cock at the base.

Verian closed his eyes with a whimper as Petran took the entire length into his mouth, not bothering with a sweet preamble like Vita.

Fuck.

A rough hand was cupping his balls as the other thrusted up and down his shaft with each bob of the man’s head. Verian’s cock quickly grew slick with saliva and he let out a loud moan as Petran pressed down on the whole of his length.

Yes, Verian’s eyes were rolling, but he tried to focus on the image of the man between his thighs, the rapturous gaze, the wisps of tawny hair framing the broad face. Something he’d dreamed about for so long, even when the guilt was so strong it was overpowering. He’d jerked off to fictitious images such as this, but reality was so much better than his imagination.

Petran smiled, tawny eyes never breaking their gaze as he released Verian’s cock, still stroking with his hand.

“Oh, I love hearing you moan. Does this feel good?”

Good? Gods above, it was absolutely heavenly.

It had been freeing to tell Vita the truth, but now he was actually acting on his impulses and it felt right. Verian enjoyed the pleasure of women and men, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Too many things he couldn’t say, not to Petran, not right now, so he just nodded.

A second later, the man was on his cock again, taking his length over and over without mercy.

Verian tried to focus on something, anything, but Petran’s pace was frantic, making stars dot his vision. He squeezed his eyes shut,trying to hold off his orgasm as he heard a voice. Renatus again, but this time speaking to Vita.

“Did you do as I asked, darling?”

“Yes, of course.”

Verian peeked an eye open as Vita bit her lip into a smile.

“Let me see.”

She slid off his lap, bending over so the whole room could get a good view. Even Petran turned to look, though the warm cavern of his mouth didn’t leave Verian’s cock. She pulled the back of her dress up, the black one that hardly covered a thing; the one she wore at the High Consul’s lastcelebrationthat had almost driven him to madness.

The flared marble spire wedged into her, the mere sight of it making him buck into Petran’s mouth unconsciously.

A chuckle rumbled in the man’s chest as he released Verian. “It’s beautiful, yes?”

All he could do was nod as a sharp smack punctured the moans of the room, Renatus slapping Vita hard on the ass as she squealed with delight.

“It’s my turn,” Aurora said, nudging Petran’s shoulder as he pushed away from Verian.

“If you insist,Domina.”

He turned back to Verian with a wink before heaving off the couch.

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