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Although Phillip was nervous, his dragon didn’t suffer from any anxiety. He wanted their mates, and nothing was going to stop him. Thankfully, the sentinel side of him was also eager to experiment. Doing what he’d wanted to since he’d first met Keegan, Phillip stood and stepped closer to the sofa. Instead of sitting, Phillip carefully reached out and cupped Keegan’s handsome face in his palms.
Keegan’s expression was solemn, but Phillip detected no hesitation in the fallen knight. Slow enough to allow Keegan to pull away if he suddenly changed his mind, Phillip leaned toward him and settled his mouth atop Keegan’s. His mate’s lips trembled apart, and Phillip’s dragon roared loudly. A surge of desire and protectiveness swept through Phillip as he dipped his tongue in to taste Keegan.
Phillip had taken a great deal of time to think about what it would be like to kiss either of the men Fate had granted him, but his imagination was sadly lacking. Although he’d known Keegan was his and Victor’s sunshine, kissing him was as if the heat of the sun burned through him, setting him ablaze.
His cock grew hard, but Phillip ignored it. Someday, he’d have the opportunity to make love to both Keegan and Victor, but it wouldn’t be tonight. Thankfully, it was impossible to feel any disappointment thanks to the lovely mixture of desire, comfort, and affection growing inside him and his dragon for their mates.
Keegan squeezed Phillip’s forearms, and it was a testament to how rattled the fallen knight had made him that he couldn’t recall the moment his other half had touched him. It was tempting to haul Keegan upward and pull their bodies flush together. His dragon growled with approval at the thought. Which was why Phillip pulled away and ended the delightful caress.
“Thank you,” Keegan whispered, his brown eyes full of wonder and yearning. “Go kiss Victor like that and change his life the way you just rocked mine.”
Phillip gave in to the temptation to ruffle his fingers through Keegan’s thick red waves as he enjoyed the scent of sunflowers flooding his system. “Is it I who should thank you. Would you prefer to kiss Victor first?”
“No, I want to watch,” Keegan insisted.
Phillip straightened and glanced at Victor. The cat shifter was watching them with fervent interest written all over his stunning face. To his shock, Keegan slapped Phillip’s ass as he took a step closer to where Victor was perched on the couch.
“Sorry, I’ve wanted to do that forever,” Keegan said.
“Good, me too,” Victor replied. “But don’t apologize for it.”
“He has a habit of apologizing too often,” Phillip remarked.
“We’ll work on it with him,” Victor promised, then he surged upward and grabbed Phillip’s jaw in his hands. He sealed their mouths together, and his tongue met Phillip’s. UnlikeKeegan’s sweet sunshine, Victor was like the sparkles he loved—bright and glimmering. But he smoldered too. Their kiss was deep and rich, like the heady smell of a perfectly roasted cup of coffee. Phillip’s dragon adored the aggressive way Victor took charge, but the sentinel side of him was far too competitive to give in easily.
It was a battle. A delicious one Phillip knew he’d crave for eternity.
His erection throbbed, and Phillip nearly touched himself when Victor finally released him.
“Are you guys sure I can’t strip?” Keegan asked.
He whimpered a second later as Victor fused their lips. Phillip watched with slack-jawed interest as his mates kissed. Once again, a roar resonated through the recesses of his mind and soul. This one was the loudest of the night. Astonishingly, Phillip didn’t need to be touching his mates to grow more aroused.
Keegan slumped against the sofa as Victor pulled away.
“I can’t wait to dream about that later,” Keegan murmured.
“Phillip, take your daggers off and sit between Keegan and I so we can cuddle for a bit,” Victor requested.
Happy to oblige, Phillip tore his daggers from his sides and slapped them onto the coffee table. His ass barely hit the cushions, and two men snuggled close. Phillip smiled as his dragon’s sounds of contentment rumbled through him. He wrapped an arm around Keegan and his other around Victor as he drank in the lovely feeling of being near them.
Chapter 13
Keegan walked down a long hallway from where he’d taken his last class toward the gym. Instead of their usual sparring, the fallen knights had an upcoming meeting with a Skeleton Lord who’d work with them to improve their dagger skills. It wasn’t something they were tested on, but their leaders believed it aided in their ability to defend themselves.
Keegan had used the training as an excuse to put on his holster and carry his daggers around that morning. He privately admitted it made him feel closer to Phillip to wear the blades. He wasn’t sure why. It logically made no sense and didn’t bring Phillip out of his dorm or anywhere in Keegan’s orbit, but he hadn’t fought the temptation.
Temptation.
That was an excellent word for Phillip and for Victor. The previous night, Keegan had barely made it out of the Daray condo with his dignity intact. Once he’d teleported to his dorm, he’d yanked his pants and underwear to his boots. Keegan had wrapped his fingers around his cock and immediately come. It’d been glorious but not nearly as nice as being devoured by Victor and Phillip.
Keegan’s dick thickened at the memory of their kisses, and he pulled himself together as he entered the gymnasium tofind Brynnius already in the room. The last thing Keegan wanted to do was embarrass himself in front of the Skeleton Lord or his classmates who’d be joining him any minute. Unlike Keegan, they’d had to rush back to their dorms to grab their daggers, but it wasn’t that long of a trip.
“Good morning, SkeL Brynn,” Keegan said. The shortening of Brynnius’s title was a traditional way for fallen knights to address the men who made up the Skeleton Seven—a revered, special set of sentinels who helped the Lich Sentinel rule his people. They were easy to pick out among their brethren thanks to the unique green-and-black poison floating around their blades. Every other sentinel—bar Phillip with his chartreuse and charcoal gray—had just the verdant shade at the top of Brynnius and Phillip’s daggers.
“You can call me Brynn,” the Skeleton Lord insisted.
“I’m not sure I’m supposed to do that.”
