“This time?”
Ky slanted Aiden a look. “With you, asshole. We’ve been friends for twenty years, and you know me better than anyone. The things I think of doing with you are…”
Aiden’s eyes grew more blue. “Are what? Tell me, baby.”
“Explosive. I want to feel you moving under me, hear you begging for me.”
“Begging like a sub?” Aiden grinned. “I have power of my own, big bad Dom. I can lay you flat with just a touch.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Aiden slid his hand to Ky’s groin, looking pleased to find him hard. “So am I. As long as you’re really all right.”
“If Dr. Laas says she got all the implants, she got them all.”
“Thank the gods for Dr. Laas.”
“She’s responsible for us existing at all,” Ky pointed out.
“But I like existing. Life at DNAmo was bad and people still treat us like shit, but I have you and Judith’s bar and the bathhouse and life as a sex toy. It’s not all bad.”
“And Brianne.”
Aiden looked thoughtful. “Brianne. What are we going to do about her?”
Ky shrugged. “Spank her, lick her, fuck her. You do level one on her, I’ll do level three. What’s the problem?”
“I’ve gotten attached to her. So much that I don’t want to un-attach from her.”
“Yeah, but she’s highborn, she’s in the ruling family, and after what she saw today, she might be finished with us.” He grunted. “I told her I’d show her what Shareem were really like, and I guess I did. I probably ruined her crusade to save us.”
“I don’t know. She was worried about you.”
“She’s not like us,” Ky said. “She’s soft and spoiled. Not resilient.”
Aiden shot him an incredulous look. “You’re kidding, right? After the train, and you taking her to the dungeon, and me giving her her first fuck while she sucked on you? Her first time, and it was a ménage. She survived all that and she came running down here to find me when she feared you were in danger. I’d say she’s resilient.”
“Maybe I’m just trying to let myself down easy. I’ll miss her.”
Damn, but he would. He remembered her wriggling and swaying in the train as he and Aiden stroked her, remembered her look of pure pleasure when she bent over him in the train compartment going home. The rapture in her eyes when Aiden slid inside her and the eagerness with which she turned to enclose Ky’s cock with her mouth.
He liked seeing her ass cherry-red after he spanked her, and he wanted to plant himself inside it. He’d have to use Aiden to relax her before he could, because she was an ass virgin.
He grinned. Ass virgin. Did he just coin a term? He’d never been with a woman who hadn’t been with Shareem before. They usually started at level one and worked their way up.
Aiden’s smile widened. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“Thinking about what? Fucking her? What else would I think about?”
“I meant asking her to stay.”
Ky came back to reality. “She won’t. She might think it would be fun for a while, but she won’t.”
Aiden hauled himself off the bed. “I’ll ask her.”
“What, you mean right now?”
“We won’t know what she wants until we do.”
“Let it go, Aiden.”
Aiden turned around. His big, handsome body was heating up—Ky could feel the pheromones already pouring off him. “Screw you. I let it go for twenty years, and I almost lost you before I could say, I love you, Ky. I’m not letting this go.”
Ky stilled. “Twenty years? You were thinking about doing me for twenty years?”
“Hell yes. Why do you think I wanted us to live together?”
Ky tried a smile, but his mouth wasn’t cooperating. “I thought it was my stunning personality.”
“No, it was your stunning cock. I knew you’d freak if you knew what I was thinking, and I figured having threesomes with you was the next best thing.” He wet his lips. “And it has been.”
Ky thought about the number of times the two of them had been inside a woman—or two—Aiden’s hand planted on Ky’s ass, or Aiden’s arms around him with the lady in the middle. Sometimes Ky had wanted to turn around and bury himself inside Aiden, but he’d automatically stopped the thought before it formed. He’d learned his lesson at DNAmo.
Maybe Dr. Laas—and Brianne—had given him a chance to learn differently.
“You can ask her,” Ky said, pulling up one knee under the blanket and resting his arm across it. “But she’ll say no.”
Aiden glared at him, then opened the door and called her in.
Chapter Fourteen
Beginnings
She said maybe.
Brianne entered the bedroom to find Aiden standing ramrod straight, his arms folded, his blue gaze fixed on her. Behind him Ky waited on the bed, his brawny arm on one bent knee, looking good enough to eat.
“When you say stay with you,” she asked nervously in response to their question. “What exactly do you mean?”
“Be our sweetheart,” Ky said, his expression unreadable. “My sub and Aiden’s lover. A threesome. A ménage à trois. You’ve heard of those?”
“I understand.” Brianne felt herself blush. “I meant in practical terms. What do you mean? Me live here?”
Ky made an indifferent gesture. “Sure. Or whatever.”
Aiden broke in. “Women like to have things all spelled out. I mean live with us. As lovers. Exclusive lovers. You move in here or we get a bigger place so we’re not tripping over each other. Although that could be fun too.”
Brianne gulped. “Move in with you?”
“We know you’ll say no,” Ky said, his voice a growl. “You’re Brianne d’Aroth, member of the ruling family, a high-profile socialite. Why would you ruin your reputation by moving into a dump with two Shareem? Aiden insisted we ask. But fine, stay in your high-rise and take champagne baths or whatever you do up there.”
“Champagne baths?” she repeated.
“Ky’s an idiot,” Aiden said. “What he means is we love you and want you with us. But we’ll understand if you go.”
A lump formed in Brianne’s throat. She looked at Ky. “Is that true?”
He scowled. “Aiden will understand. I’ll be pissed and hurt. But I can’t force you to stay, much as I’d like to.”
“I meant the love part.”
Ky’s blue gaze bore into her as it had the first time she’d seen him. “That part’s true.”
She felt a rush of happiness and pain, excitement and fear. “It’s a lot to ask. A big step for me.”
Ky looked away, pasting a neutral expression on his face. “We figured you’d say no.”
“Wait a minute. I haven’t said anything yet. I need to think. There are so many things I’d have to do…”
Then happiness surged, wiping out fear. All her life she’d been in the spotlight, had done her job to the best of her ability, had worked hard for various causes and gone to bed every night vaguely dissatisfied with her world.
Suddenly she had something to work for—two someones to work for—a purpose that would fill her heart. She’d have to make hard sacrifices, but it was easy to sacrifice for ones you loved.
She held up her hands. “I have to talk to people and arrange a lot of things. It might take me a while. Don’t go anywhere.”
Ky raised his brows. “I’m staying right here, darling. I still feel like crap anyway.”
“Good. I mean, not that you feel like crap. Oh, you know what I mean. I’ll be back.”
With that she whirled around, grabbed her robes from the outer room, rushed back in, flung her arms around Aiden and kissed him. Then she kissed Ky, laughing at his fearsome scowl.
“I love you too,” she said, then ran out the door again.
* * * * *
After three days in bed, Ky felt almost normal again. He sensed Aiden watching him cautio
usly, but Ky insisted on getting up and going to Judith’s on the third night.
Braden was at Judith’s as usual, and from his good-natured greeting, he’d heard nothing about Ky’s ordeal. He’d assumed that they’d holed up with a woman for a while in another pleasure game.
Judith looked happy to see them both, but she kept peering distractedly into the corners. Finally she asked Braden, “Where’s Calder?”
Braden shrugged. “Don’t know, haven’t seen him in a while.”
“Oh,” Judith said, disappointed.
“He’s a one-shot,” Braden answered. “Now with me, it’s any time.” He gave her a you want to? look. Judith nodded, but her expression made it plain she regarded Braden as second best.
Ky laughed, surprised at how strong his voice sounded. Judith slanted him a warm glance. “If Braden and I have some fun,” she said, looking hopeful, “why don’t you join us? Aiden too.”
Ky winked at her but shook his head. “Have something else to do tonight.”
Again Judith looked disappointed. Braden growled, “Hey, what am I, chopped liver?”
“No.” Judith leaned down and kissed his cheek. “You’re lovely leftovers.”
Ky and Aiden roared with laughter, and Braden glared at them. “I’m never going to live this down. Why I put up with it, I don’t know.”
Ky knew why he put up with it. Being with Judith wasn’t something to be tossed aside lightly, and Braden would forgive her. After he punished her a little.
Ky scraped back his chair and thunked down his ale. “I’ll leave you to it. Aiden?”
“Right behind you.”
As they walked through the dark streets, Ky leaned close to Aiden. “You mean it? Right behind me?”
“Sure. If you want.”
They hadn’t kissed or touched or even talked about it while Ky was healing, Aiden saying he wanted to make sure Ky was all right first. They hadn’t heard from Brianne either. Not a word, not a glimpse.
She went home and changed her mind, Ky had grumbled. I saw the luxury she lives in, why would she want to trade that for us? Besides, the journalists wouldn’t leave her alone if she did.
Aiden had only shaken his head. Gods, you’re a pessimist. Let’s trust her.
Whatever.
Now as they entered their tiny apartment, Ky’s excitement rose. Ky knew he and Aiden would have sex, no coy will we or won’t we? He just knew the time was right.
Ky hit the control to close the door and lock it. “Here we go. Pull down your pants, lover boy.”
Aiden was wearing a sleeveless tunic, not pants, but he went along with it. He pulled off the tunic and loincloth and stood naked in the middle of the room. His body was perfect, all raw muscle and toned skin, with a face that could stop traffic and often did.
“Damn,” Ky said in appreciation. He wrapped Aiden’s hair in his fist and pulled him forward for a kiss. “What do you want to do?”
“You’re asking me? I thought you were the Dom.”
Ky grinned. His cock was hard and dancing, and if Aiden wanted to play, well all right…
“Grab the lube and get on the sofa.”
Aiden swiped his tongue across Ky’s lips. “You’re such a sweet talker. Whispering sweet nothings in my ear.”
“You want to do this?”
“Yes, master.” Aiden laughed, his breath spicy, then went to fetch scented lube out of the cupboard. “What do you want, chocolate or butterscotch?”
Ky peeled off his clothes, his body temperature rising. “Just pick one and hurry up.”
“Sound’s like someone’s horny.”
“Your cock’s sticking out so far you could pick a lock from across the room.”
“Thanks for the compliment.” Aiden turned around, a bottle in his hands, and looked Ky up and down, irises widening. “You’re not bad yourself.”
“Get over here.”
Ginning, Aiden came to him. Aiden squirted lube all over his hands—butterscotch, great—and rubbed it onto Ky’s cock.
Ky stood still, getting lost in the feeling. His best friend rubbing him and wanting to have sex with him. The gods bless Brianne and Dr. Laas for giving him back this joy.
“Nice and slick,” Aiden said. His eyes were filled with blue, his pheromones tingling on Ky’s skin. “Perfect.”
Ky was starting to lose coherence. “Turn around.”
Aiden knew what he wanted. He handed Ky the lube then positioned himself on the sofa, bending to rest his head on his arms. Ky trickled a line of lube across Aiden’s backside then entertained himself rubbing it in.
He didn’t have the same soothing touch Aiden did, but he knew how to ready someone for a Shareem. He gently ringed Aiden’s hole until his anal star relaxed enough for him to slide in a well-lubed finger. Aiden groaned.
“Do you think you can take me?” Ky asked.
“I am so willing to try.”
“Shareem cocks are big. Are you sure?”
“I’ve dreamed about nothing else.”
Ky slid a second finger inside and used the third to massage the opening. “We’ll take it slow.”
“Whatever you want,” Aiden mumbled, his voice thick.
A dangerous thing to promise. Ky wanted to drive into him until they were both screaming, but he knew better than to rush it. He remembered how gentle Aiden had been with him and how damn good it had felt. The least he could do was return the favor.
Ky withdrew his fingers. Aiden’s noise of disappointment turned into a sigh of joy as Ky slid three fingers inside him.
“I think I’m going to come already.”
“Hold on to it,” Ky said.
Aiden groaned again. “If your cock is anywhere near as good as this, I’m in trouble.”
“Let’s find out.”
Slowly Ky withdrew his fingers. “Relax. Think good thoughts.”
“I can’t think of anything better than this.”
Ky slowly parted Aiden’s cheeks and positioned himself. He prodded gently, just enough to get Aiden’s opening to relax again, then he slid his tip inside.
“Beautiful,” Aiden breathed. “Simply beautiful.”
Ky rested his hands on Aiden’s hips and slowly but surely slid himself forward. Aiden’s moan ended in a growl of pleasure.
“Better than your dreams?” Ky asked.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“Hey, I’m the Dom around here.”
Aiden’s reply was incoherent, but Ky got the drift. He pumped very slowly, getting Aiden used to it. All the way in, all the way out. Another dribble of lube to make slipping inside a little easier.
“Sweet,” Ky said. “I love how tight you are.”
“So do I,” Aiden gurgled. “How did I ever live before this?”
Ky silently wondered that too. The pressure of Aiden squeezing him was better than any sex he’d ever had in his life. The only thing that came close to this much feeling was Brianne’s questing mouth.
The thought of her popping in to make it a threesome escalated his excitement. He began to ride in earnest, and Aiden shouted encouragement. Ky reached for his flogger and swatted Aiden lightly on the hips with it.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Aiden moaned.
Ky stung his own hands and abdomen with the flogger but he didn’t care. The tiny bite of pain was nothing to the agony the nano-computers had caused. He felt none of the pain now, not the warning tingle, not the implants eating him from the inside out. He was free to love Aiden any way he chose.
And he would choose so many ways…
“I love you,” he said hoarsely.
“Fuck me,” Aiden replied. “Don’t stop. Don’t…aw, damn, I’m coming.”
“No, wait.” Ky reached around and pinched the base of Aiden’s cock, but it was too late. Ropes of come snaked out and coated Ky’s fingers. At the same time, Ky felt an answering surge, and everything went black as he pumped hard, releasing his seed deep inside his lover.
“Love you,” Aiden said
brokenly.
Sweat poured from Ky’s body, and he leaned into Aiden’s equally sweaty back. “I love you too, my friend. Oh fucking damn, that was good.”
* * * * *
That same night, Brianne stood in her grandmother’s study and faced down the elegant gray-haired woman who was the ruler of all Bor Narga. Brianne felt like a schoolgirl coming to confess a misdeed she’d done instead of a twenty-eight-year-old who could make her own decisions.
“You’re going to what?” Clothilde d’Aroth sounded calm, but she was practiced at keeping her voice controlled when she really wanted to shout.
“I am moving to quarters in Pas City,” Brianne said, resolving not to twist her fingers like a child. “I plan to take rooms with two Shareem.”
“Yes, I heard about you running around the slums with Shareem. I asked Harbourgh what he meant by letting you do it.” Her eyes became steely. “He defied me, said it was your business.”
Brianne felt a guilty twinge for Harbourgh, who could have reported her a long time ago. She resolved he’d not lose anything by this.
“He’s right. It is my business.”
Lady d’Aroth’s mouth firmed. “Not when you appear on every digital feed on the planet. Not when reporters are having a field day speculating what you’re doing with the Shareem. Not when the m’Aren family are threatening to sue for breach of contract for the ended engagement. What are you doing, Brianne? Experimenting with sex? With Shareem? If you’re going to do that, hire a Shareem for a week—discreetly—and then go on about your business.”
Brianne bit the inside of her cheek. She’d made a promise to herself that she’d be professional and businesslike and explain without breaking down. The problem was, it was so difficult to remain in control around Grandmother. Clothilde d’Aroth knew it, and wielded her power with precision.
“I came to tell you, because I thought I should extend that courtesy,” Brianne began. “I have started work on changing the laws that restrict Shareem. Talan d’Urvey is helping to fund the movement. Shareem have been enslaved too long.”
“Very noble of you. But they’re not slaves.”
“They may as well be. They’re restricted by laws that take away rights that even the lowest-born Bor Nargan enjoys. That’s wrong. DNAmo is no longer a threat, and these men aren’t either. They have no intention of taking over Bor Narga. They just want to be left alone.”
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