Page 11 of Blessed

But they would let him. Perhaps they would even let him burrow into that nest.

Oh, but he had stained his clothes. That was a worry. He disliked mess. Henormallydisliked mess, especially waking up to it. If he got in that bed…

Mattin stopped. He wasn’t supposed to get into that bed. He remembered that much before getting distracted once again. His clothes were too tight and soaked now with snow and slick, so much slick from the thought of Arden and Mil.Oh,he had thought of them, and how he would have them both no matter what Arden imagined. They would take turns and use him together and then take turns again. Mattin needed that and they would give it to him. They had promised they would if he asked. He was not much of a Blessed, but he could do that. Politely, and not how he wanted to, but he was not a beast.

His clothes were dirty. That was what he was trying to remember, and he didn’t want his dirty clothes in their nest even if his clothes smelled of how much he desired his Gifted. It was a very good nest. Mattin couldn’t have made one better, a firm mattress and soft bedding, with furs soothing against his skin, and the scent of the two of them now mingling with his, faint with lilies. He rubbed his cheek against one of the furs as Mil pushed the curtains back and stopped dead in the doorway.

“Fuck me,” Mil muttered without moving. “Fuck me hard. He’s just… Arden. Please.”

Mattin scowled at him and then at Arden who pushed past Mil only to also stop by the door to stare.

Arden opened his mouth, then closed it. He glanced around the room until he found Mattin’s clothes on the floor. The alarm or fear on his face, whatever had him and Mil panting as though they’d run here, seemed to fall away. He inhaled and then said softly, “Is that a nest you’ve made in our bed, Mattin Arlylian?”

“Your nest for me,” Mattin corrected him, then, just for a moment, worried. “Isn’t it?”

“Yes,” they both agreed immediately, nodding until Mattin sank into the furs again.

“Smells of you,” Mattin revealed, tensing at the hoarse noise from Mil. He peered with blurry eyes at the two of them looking back at him, then wriggled to sit up, getting as far as on his hands and knees when the brush of fur over sensitive skin made him whine with how good it was. He rolled his hips to feel that again and closed his eyes as he curled back into the fur, running his palms over the silky surface until he found the ticklish patch over his ribs. Then he ran his palm over that too, sliding it down to the curve of his backside and then beneath his body to the steadily growing puddle before reopening his eyes to find his Gifted. Fur teased his cock as he twitched his hips up. His fingers did not quite reach where Mattin wanted them to go. Not as deeply as he wished they would.

The sound Mil made this time was more choked.

“Did you have Mil here this morning?” Mattin asked Arden in a throaty, husky voice. Arden used plain soap and sturdy mugs, yet had such perfectly soft bedding. He had done that for Mil, and now Mattin. He would give them all he had. He would give Mattin all he wanted. A whole country if Mattin asked, Mattin thought dizzily, although all he wanted now was cock and inched his knees apart. “I can smell it.”

“Fuck. Me.” Mil pronounced each word distinctly.

“Me first,” Mattin insisted. “I’m so hot.”

Mil let out a shaky breath. “Of course, you are, Sass. This is your lust-fever. This is… you in a lust-fever. In our bed—our nest.Fuck. Your nest. It’s been waiting for you.We’vebeen waiting for you. We just didn’t expect—fuck, you’re beautiful.”

Mattin opened his eyes, which he had closed while pressing his fingertips into tight, soft heat. Mil was closer and still breathing hard, barely seeming aware of Arden behind him hastily removing his armor for him. Mil was the beautiful one, and large, and handsome, and he smelled strong and lovely, and he was so, so big that Mattin’s whole lower body tightened and let go with one sudden overwhelmingpull.

Mattin moaned all the way through it, open and ready now, wet and starving.

“I’m hot,” Mattin informed Mil again. “You offered to help me and it… it smells good here and I’m hot, and it,ah,” he heard his tiny, breathless cry as if it came from someone else. “Ah, there’s an ache inside, Mil. Mil, please. I’m ready for you.”

Mil’s breastplate fell to the floor with a terrible sound that didn’t quite cover Arden calling to the guards outside. He shouted something about Cael, and his apologies, and the next few days.

“Is there anything you need, dear heart?” Arden asked when he was done, drawing Mattin’s attention to him. Arden’s voice was concerned and low. It dragged heat through Mattin’s spine and pulled another throbbing spasm from his lower body. He felt wet trickle to his knees and shifted until he was on his elbows. It put his hips higher.

His legs were shaking. His braid fell to one side, damp with sweat. He didn’t know where his pretty clothes had gone. He didn’t care. He was made of fire and need and emptiness.

“Arden,” Mattin complained. “You’re too far away.”

Mil wasn’t. He was close enough now to touch Mattin, and finally did, resting one large hand on the back of Mattin’s neck. Mattin pushed into his palm and wished he could purr.

“Oh, youarehot, aren’t you, poor thing?” Mil said sympathetically, but not doing anything to help. Mattin raised his head to scowl. “Oh,Sass,” Mil purred for him as if the scowl had pleased. “Is there something particular you’d like us to do?”

Arden was more warmth next to Mattin, more good scent, more heat, another hand on Mattin’s bare skin and another solid weight around him like a bookend. He brushed the back of his hand over Mattin’s shoulder, then turned his hand to run his palm down Mattin’s spine. Mattin tried to get his hips higher and his clever Gifted Arden understood and curved his hand over the source of Mattin’s heat. He was hotter than Mattin was, hotter still once his fingers opened Mattin and pushed inside. “What a gift you are to come home to, dear heart. Our Blessed Mattin here in our nest waiting for us. I bet you’re as tired of waiting as we are. Ah. Youare.” He pressed deeper and Mattin welcomed his fingers without any resistance. “He wasn’t lying, my love.”

Mattin nodded with eager, yet annoyed gratitude to be understood at last, then looked to Mil. Arden had fingers inside him and yet Mattin bit his lip and whimpered until Mil said, “None of that now. Whatever you want, Sass. Say it and he’ll give it to you. We both will.”

He stroked Mattin’s cheek before gently tugging Mattin’s lip from between his teeth.

His mouth now open, Mattin turned his head to follow the scent of Mil to his cock and nuzzle that before taking the tip into his mouth. It was large. Mattin, unpracticed and hungry, suckled clumsily, pausing to swallow the spit that kept gathering in his mouth and spilling down his chin before pushing forward to try again. He took more, or wanted to, falling back with a moan when Arden moved his hand. Mattin returned almost immediately, sucking hard with a noise that, if Mattin had been able to think, would have made him blush.

Mil grunted. His hand fell into Mattin’s hair, tightened painfully, then let go. “Sorry, Sass.” He ran an apologetic touch down Mattin’s braid that Mattin could barely feel.

Mattin pulled off Mil’s cock to gaze at Mil reproachfully.

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