Page 10 of Pregnant With Their Babes

Turning a glare to both of them, Llyr waved at their clothing. He scratched his upper arms and shivered. “Howcan you wear all that?”

“Clothes?” Oz asked, frowning. “You don’t… wear clothes?”

“Heavens no,” Llyr said artlessly. He focused his stare on them, his gaze reflecting some of the same heat Dagr felt. “Why would I? They’d only get all wet.” He chuckled. “Like yours are now.”

Oz removed his wet shirt before releasing it to puddle on the floor. Dagr dragged his attention from Oz’s bare chest to see Llyr’s eyebrow arch up with interest.

Maybe he senses the attraction as well.

Oz craned his neck to the side and eyed Dagr. “Weshouldget out of these wet things. Before we both catch our death.” He slowly unbuttoned his trousers.

Dagr caught his breath. He always did when Oz disrobed before him. No matter how many times he’d seen the man naked, it was always a sight to behold. Unable to drag his regard from Oz, he rested back against the door and delighted in seeing both men nude. His heart quickened. A bead of sweat—or was it water from their swim—rolled down his neck.

When the last piece of Oz’s clothing hit the floor, Dagr looked his fill. Oz was perfection in a whole other way. While he, too, was gorgeous, Oz’s body was strongly built and muscled… hewn from decades of hard work upon ship after ship. Light sprigs of dark, coarse hair dusted over his pecs and arrowed down his belly, toward the thick cock jutting heavily before them. A single drip of cum eased from the head, making Dagr suddenly hungry to taste it once again.

Oz reached for a fresh pair of breeches from an open chest before gazing over one shoulder at Dagr. Fire lit his eyes, a hunger that nearly made Dagr moan.

“You’re not going to change?” Oz asked in little more than a heated whisper.

The sound of it raced up his spine, only adding to the attack against his rapidly dissolving control.

Dagr cleared his throat. “I have no clothes in here.” And he was not leaving. Not when he had two gorgeous men bare to him…

“Are all humans crafted in this way?” Llyr asked, his voice low. He approached Oz, his stare on the hard shaft jutting out and seeking attention. “Uncovered and bare?”

Uncovered?Dagr frowned at Llyr’s question, not truly understanding what the man asked. Of course all men were made the same. Their guest took Oz in hand. A soft moan came from Oz as their guest stroked the hard flesh in his hand.

His cock stiffened, covetous of the devotion Oz received. It hardened more, tenting his pants—silently screaming to be touched. He ran a hand over the length, trying to will it to stop throbbing so painfully. His eyes fluttered closed for a heartbeat or two, and when he reopened them, all he could see was Llyr’s hand sliding down Oz’s shaft.

Heaven and hell. He prayed for the moment to end… and for it to continue, ending once they were all three fully sated.

“It feels the same,” Llyr whispered before his gaze flipped up to meet Oz’s. He opened his mouth a moment, but no words came out. Finally, their guest spoke, stuttering some. “I-I wasn’t sure…I-I mean… how alike we would be.”

“You keep touching me like that and you’re going to see more than you bargained for,” Oz growled, his voice sounding more animal than human.

Another thrill raced up Dagr’s spine. Hehungeredto see Oz claim the man—desperately. Then and there. Even though he realized they both needed a moment to catch their breaths and think about what was happening. It was insane to feel such desire so quickly…

As ifentranced.

It had to be some kind of spell—yet it didn’t seem like one.

“What did you mean—how alike we would be?” Dagr asked, fighting for control.

Llyr took a step back, as if he were frightened. “I’ve never seen a human man naked before,” he murmured. He concentrated on Dagr, eyes wide. “Your skin… is it theonlything different about you? Or is there more?”

Dagr gawked at the man, a hint of anger filling him. “Of course there’s nothing different about me. I’m exactly as he is.”

Llyr’s eyes widened. “I meant no offense. I was simply curious.”

There was no artifice in Llyr’s eyes. Had he truly never seen someone of a different race? Dagr glimmer of anger was brief… it soon faded from him, with lust filling the void it left.

“I want to see,” Llyr whispered. “Show me.”

Dear gods.Dagr clenched his jaw, fighting the beastly side of him. He was a gentleman. And even though there were many who assumed he was a savage because of one side of his parentage, the hell if he’d give in and prove them right. “Do you always demand complete strangers show you their nude bodies within moments of meeting them?” Dagr asked.

Llyr’s face reddened. “No. I’m simply…curious.”

“Trust me,” Dagr murmured. “I’mnodifferent than Oz.”

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