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“I—I’ve…” The edges off? He had more than one edge?
“Gonna let you come,” Silas told him, finding a spot on the back of his neck and scrapping it with his teeth, then wrapping his lips around it and pulling up strongly.
“Then we’re going to make love to you some more.” Bran squeezed tighter around his cock.
“Yes…” He let himself go. He had to. He had no choice.
“Come for us,” Bran demanded—and it was very definitely a demand.
How could he argue? It was all he wanted, so he let go, shooting like a teenager.
“Mmmm. You smell so good,” Silas told him.
“Uh-huh.” Bran jacked him a couple more times, then both Bran and Silas rubbed his come into his own belly, tracing his tattoos.
His cheeks were on fire, but he held on. He didn’t run.
“Now we make love,” Bran told him, eyes stunning, glittering.
“Anything. You’re both so good to me.”
Bran’s mouth covered his, the kiss hot, intense. He opened up, throwing himself into their storm of passion.
Silas was hot against his back, cock like a burning rod against his lower back. Bran was just as hard in front of him.
He didn’t have to worry about it. He didn’t have to think about it. He just had to feel.
He felt Bran’s hands across his chest, playing with his nipples. And Silas’s fingers pressed gently against his hole.
“What—what do you want me to do?”
“Touch us,” Silas murmured against his skin. “Bran’s right nipple is especially sensitive.”
“His right one?” He reached up, moving to stroke it.
“I don’t think so,” Bran said, the last word little more than a groan as he slid his finger across the hard little bit of flesh.
Silas chuckled, the sound deep and sexy. “Oh yes. That’s the button right there. If you want to really get to him, you’ll take it in your mouth and suck on it.”
He wasn’t scared of that at all. In fact, he was eager, and he leaned down, sucking hard. Bran jerked against him, cock sliding and leaving a wet trail of fire on his belly.
Hard hands landed on his head, keeping him there.
Oh, a big-time button. He kept sucking, feeling Bran’s heartbeat in the flesh in his mouth.
“Fuck, Si—he’s so sweet.” Bran’s voice was rough as a corn cob.
“I know.” Silas’s finger ran back and forth across his hole. Back and forth.
All he could do was pant, suck, and groan.
Bran rocked against him, pushing him back into that touch against his hole, making him dizzy with pleasure.
“Bran, I want him. This is our boy.”
“Yes. Ours.” Bran’s hands still held him in place, fingers massaging his head.
He focused on the flesh in his lips, the touches on his body, the way his cock was trying to fill again.
