Page 32 of Shared By Two Orcs

They both stiffen at that. Fuck.

Duma looks to me first, his jaw noticeably clenched as he leans back from both Yamarz and the counter. “Upstairs?”

“I already told you I want you both to stay here tonight. Did you think you were sleeping on the floor?”

“Your bed couldn’t possibly be big enough for the three of us,” Yamarz counters. He gestures to himself. “Mine is barely big enough for me.”

“That’s because you’re a fucking giant bastard,” Duma teases, and warmth spreads through my chest. At least they aren’t too tense at the idea of sharing a bed, with me in the middle of course. I just want to be able to have both of them tonight. Not sexually, not yet, but we need to start warming up to get there.

And I’m sure once we try it, they’ll love it. Or at least, I hope.

Yamarz chuckles, that familiar fire dancing in his eyes. “Looked at yourself lately?” His eyes drag slowly down my frame as he continues to talk to Duma. “You aren’t much smaller than me. But Willo, on the other hand.” His words come out as a deep growl, lighting me up. This might be easier than I thought. “You could use me as a bed any time, baby.”

“Or as your seat.” Duma licks his lips, and while they are both focused on their moment, I decide to strike.

“Why don’t you come upstairs and find out what I have?” With a sway of my hips, I walk around them, enough of a drawl dripping from my words to entice them.

I don’t have to turn around to know they are following me. Their muffled voices and heavy footsteps are enough, and I take a seat on the edge of my new bed – that I’ve been working on for a week or so – and cross my leg over the other as I wait for them.

Yamarz is the first one to enter and he nods his head as he takes in what I’ve done. Duma steps into my room, reminding me of how little space I have, and chuckles.

“I see you thought this out.” Duma gestures to the wall-to-wall bed I had constructed.

Truthfully, it is two orc bed frames that I wedged into my small room so that the entire space is almost entirely bed. I can barely get into the closet. But with enough maneuvering, I managed to make two beds into one, padding it with enough blankets and pillows to make room for two abnormally large orcs and one rather small human between them.

“I told you I wanted you to stay.” I offer them a pout as I kick off my shoes, stand, and slip off my pants. Their eyes both widen as I turn and crawl into the center of the bed before flopping onto my back. “Now get over here.”

Yamarz looks at Duma, who shrugs, kicks off his shoes and starts toward the bed. I push up on my elbows and look him up and down. “You’re going to sleep in those clothes?”

This makes him pause and he looks up at me with a dangerous gaze, sending a thrill through me. His voice is rough as he asks, “What should I sleep in?”

Sitting up, I slide my bra off under my shirt deftly, leaving me only in a t-shirt and underwear. I fling it at him and say, “Strip.”

Duma grins, ripping his shirt off, and my gaze darts to Yamarz, watching me intensely as he swallows hard. When Duma’s hands go to his pants, my eyes are back on him, but I hear a deep rumble travel through Yamarz.

“You like watching him, huh?” he mutters.

I lick my lips and nod, never taking my eyes off of Duma. But Yamarz’s words light me on fire. He’s okay with me being turned on by another man then?

Left only in his underwear, Duma climbs onto the bed to my left and reclines back on the pillows. I look at Yamarz, still standing near the doorway, and gesture to him. “Care to join?”

Yamarz’s jaw clenches and I giggle. I can tell that he is both aroused and annoyed based on his expression. But he’s not one to back down from a challenge and he rips his shirt over his head.

My breath catches. It’s so quiet, I doubt Yamarz heard it, but I know Duma did. My thighs rub together, trying to soothe the ache building there, and Duma reaches over, running his hand along my body. Yamarz’s eyes catch the movement, and he doesn’t seem opposed. Maybe he even looks a little aroused by the sight of my body being used by someone else.

Yamarz blows out the candles I had lit before he stalks toward the bed as his pants drop, leaving him in only his underwear, and his growing erection is now obvious. Duma shifts next to me, clearly as affected as I am as he runs his thick hands along my bare thighs, but neither of us says anything as Yamarz takes his place on my other side.

“See?” I say as I slide beneath the blankets. “We fit.”

Yamarz grunts, and Duma rolls on his side, his front molding to my back. Yamarz looks at us, curled up together and illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the window.

“Come here.” I reach out toward Yamarz, and I see the hesitation flicker across his face. Instead of letting him overthink it, I pull him closer. He shifts until my head rests against his shoulder, and I drop his arm over my hip. “Better?”

“Yeah,” he rumbles, and I snuggle against them both. Duma’s arm is wrapped around my stomach and Yamarz’s rough fingertips are brushing along my upper thigh. Trapped between the two of them, I couldn’t be happier.

As much as I want to take them both, I’m not going to push them too far tonight. I can only imagine how difficult it might be for them to see me with each other and I want to slowly get used to the idea so it doesn’t drive them away.

Duma’s breathing deepens, and slowly, Yamarz starts to relax. I’m glad to see how they are starting to give in.

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