Page 50 of By Mistake
By the time he drew back, Andrus was already feeling thoroughly fucked.He might not survive that actually happening, but what a way to go when once he'd been resigned to starving to death, cold and alone in his own kitchen.Or living a lonely life far away from here, in some distant town or village where he'd had to start all over.
Oresti kissed him, then Shimari, then him again, before saying in that husky tone Andrus liked far too much, "Shall we take this upstairs?I think the world can wait for a few hours after all the work I just did."
"Yes," Andrus said breathlessly, "let's do that."
Fourteen
Shimari shifted to his cat form and rode draped across Andrus's shoulders like an indolent scarf.
Oresti was long used to being stared at—openly and rudely, at that—but it was so much worse right now as people examined him and Andrus, trying to figure out what the secret was, why Andrus was the one to win the prize.He didn't have to stretch his mind to guess every mean, snide thought in their heads.Some had the sense not to let the thoughts show, but most didn't, as though Andrus might be intimidated away by a few scowls.
"I get the feeling someone is going to poison my soup at the next royal banquet," Andrus said dryly.
"I wish I could say you're wrong," Oresti replied with a sigh."Some will have the sense to befriend you; many will try to intimidate you.Anyone actually willing to resort to violent, deadly means will be dealt with swiftly as we find them—hopefully before harm is done."
Shimari growled low, only just audible to the two of them, a sound clearer than words that nobody would get the chance to so much as scratch Andrus.
The walk to his rooms—their rooms, so far as Oresti was concerned—seemed interminable, though he didn't know if that was because of impatient lust or tiresome staring or both.
Whatever the case, it all fell away as he finally flung his door open, hauled the other two inside, and closed and locked the door behind them.
In the next blink, Shimari was human again, discarding his coat and waistcoat carelessly on the floor before he pushed Andrus up against the door and kissed him like a dying man enjoying his last meal.
Oresti stripped to just his breeches and shirt, piling all the discarded clothes on the sofa before pulling the other two apart and hauling them to the actual bedroom, where Shimari had all three of them naked with remarkable speed.
Andrus was even prettier bare than Oresti had imagined, and he had imagined quite thoroughly over the past many days.He and Shimari were of similar size—Andrus by birth, Shimari by meticulous design, as the smaller and slighter you were, the weaker people mistook you to be.
Andrus's brown skin was still paler than it should be, something only time would fix after a lifetime of suffering, and he was covered with moles and freckles.Oresti wanted to taste each and every one.His cock was crowned with dark, springy curls, not quite hard yet, but getting that way quickly, damp at the tip, and speaking of things Oresti ached to taste…
Behind him, twining around him, Shimari was all pale white skin and dark hair, his eyes glowing red, teeth long and sharp as he teased them along Andrus's throat, hands splayed along his chest and stomach.
"What a pretty pair you make," Oresti murmured before closing the space between them to slide his hands along Shimari's before dropping them to Andrus's hips and diving in for a desperately needed kiss, despite the many he'd already had.
Andrus clung to his arms like he might fall over if he didn't, despite the fact he was sandwiched quite nicely between them.Oresti never wanted him anywhere else, only right in the middle where he belonged.
He pulled back slowly, dragging his teeth along that lush bottom lip before finally letting go.Walking backward to the bed, he let go only to climb onto it, sprawling against his mountain of pillows as he watched the others climb up after him.
Andrus's skin was flushed clear to his shoulders, but his face had that look of stubborn determination that Oresti already knew so well."Nothing is ever the easy, simple way with you is it, Your Highness?"
"That's funny coming from the man who accidentally summoned Shimari of the Harvest."
Shimari smirked as he crawled up the bed to Oresti and straddled him bold as you please, biting and sucking at his lips until they were red and swollen.To his right, Andrus watched them avidly, one hand wrapped around his cock, stroking idly."Don't stop on my account."
Oresti chuckled softly before leaning over to kiss him, then let Shimari have his turn."I'm not stopping until I pass out."The magic bond between them seemed to thrum; if it were a visible thing, he would say it was glowing.
He got his hand around Shimari's cock, enjoying the grunt and immediate thrust of his hips to drive his cock through Oresti's tight grip."Move and I'll suck your cock before I fuck our pretty lord."
"If you insist," Shimari said, but his dry tone was ruined by a sharp gasp as Oresti ran his thumb hard over the tip.
Shimari toppled backward, spreading out on the bed like the definition of indolent.Oresti shifted him up enough he could kneel over him at the right point, so that Shimari's head was nearly hanging off the bed.Andrus kissed him, then put his mouth to work everywhere else, licking and sucking and biting with an unabashed enthusiasm that was like seeing a flower bloom after a rainstorm.
Oresti followed his efforts, leaving kisses on or near the same places, until he diverged to trail a line of them down to Shimari's cock.He kissed along its length, ending at the tip, licking it thoroughly before suckling teasingly, until there a rough yank at his hair.Chuckling around the bit of cock in his mouth, he finally worked the length in deeper, until it reached his throat.
"That's better," Shimari hissed before his words were lost to the noises of him and Andrus kissing again.Oresti looked up through his lashes briefly, but beautiful as the image of them hungrily kissing was, he had a task before him, and he'd never been accused of doing it poorly.
He bent to it in earnest, bobbing his head, cheeks hollowing, tongue stroking all it could reach, meeting the greedy movements of Shimari's hips, until his face was a mess of spit and precome, sweat stung his eyes and jaw, and his throat ached from the exertion.Nails digging into his scalp was all the warning he got before Shimari spilled hot down his throat.
Pulling back, panting softly, he rested on his heels and used a corner of mussed blanket to clean his face.It wasn't like the blanket would be usable by the time they were done anyway."Come here, Andi."
