by Emma Holly
Connor’s chest was bare at the moment. Iksander brushed his knuckles against it. “I think you have lots of draws.”
Connor leaned down and kissed him, a light press of lip to lip. Iksander licked his as Connor pulled away. Both men wore the djinn’s fine linen version of boxer briefs. Georgie couldn’t miss seeing them react. In staggered surges, their cocks swelled and lifted the thin material.
Connor moved his hand to Iksander’s flat belly, gently caressing the muscles there. “How tired are you?”
Iksander inhaled audibly. “At the moment, just tired enough to be relaxed.”
“I’d prefer the first time we do this—if we do this—not be for display.”
“I agree,” Iksander said huskily. His touch slid up Connor’s impressive bicep to his shoulder. “I’m pretty sure we’re doing this now. You could kiss me again.”
Connor smiled and pulled him upward into his arms.
They embraced each other as their mouths probed and pulled. Georgie’s body went hot all over, her pussy seeming to push steam into her bloodstream. Unable to resist, she laid her palm on Iksander’s back. She told herself she meant to be supportive, but his skin was too silken not to rub. He moaned and shuddered and broke free of Connor’s lips.
Then he turned his head to kiss her.
His technique was harder than she remembered. Maybe this was the kiss he thought a man could take. That excited her enough to steal her breath.
“Iksander,” she gasped against his lips.
His eyes glowed like hot green coals. “Kiss him too. Put your hand on my cock and kiss Connor.”
Oh he was into this situation . . . and not concealing it. Her finger trembled as she slid it across his lower lip, over his chin and throat, and down his hard torso. His erection was large enough to stun her, though perhaps she should have expected it to be in that state. She wrapped the shaft in her hand and felt its thickness jump.
Connor wasn’t impervious to her stroking the other man. He was right there, next to them, breathing hard with anticipation. When she leaned to kiss him, both men moaned. Lips tingling, she pulled back before she had her fill. Connor said her name with such a wealth of meaning that she shivered.
“I’ll check supplies in the bath,” she said, resisting the strong urge to kiss him more. “Maybe there’s something you can use as lubricant.”
Connor’s pupils expanded. “That’s a good idea.” His gaze shifted to Iksander. “I think I can be ‘pitcher’ if you’re willing to let me lead. I’ve studied this sexual practice.”
Iksander’s laugh caught Georgie by surprise. “You’ve studied it, eh? I guess your interest isn’t entirely new.”
“No,” Connor agreed breathlessly. “All sorts of sex interest me.”
Georgie guessed Iksander appreciated that quality. He reached for Connor’s ears and pulled him down to him.
The men were kissing more uninhibitedly as Georgie slipped away. The sounds of them getting physically acquainted excited her—the rising moans and rustling of bed covers. Content for the moment to leave them to it, she opened the bath chamber’s cabinet. Unlike their jail cell accommodations, here the shelves held a variety of fancy soaps and lotions in colorful small bottles. A cobalt blue decanter drew her hand. It only took a second for the fancy label to translate.
“‘Eternity Oil’?” she called through the open door.
Iksander groaned at something Connor did then panted that Eternity Oil was a reasonable choice for their purposes. Connor chuckled, probably tormenting him somehow. Smiling to herself and figuring she might as well, Georgie shucked the last of her clothes before padding back into the bedroom.
At first glance, the men looked like they were wrestling. Both were as nude and sweaty as classic Greek athletes. Iksander had Connor pinned under him. The energetic working of his glutes suggested he was rubbing their erections together.
“He’s chafing me,” Connor complained jokingly. “I need that oil on me now.”
Iksander broke loose and panted as she approached the bed. His eyes slid over her, taking in the fact that she was naked too. He didn’t hold out his hand for the bottle. He seemed to be waiting for her to decide the next move.
“You want me to oil him?” she asked.
“Please,” he said. “Show me what he likes.”
Connor liked everything, but she certainly didn’t mind helping out.
Grinning, she swung onto the bed on her knees. Iksander scooted backwards to give her room. She caught his arm before he went too far.
“Give me your hand. You can do this with me.” She poured oil into his cupped palm and then her own. Pressing them together warmed the stuff, plus she got to feel his pulse speed up. Connor’s erection jerked as they wrapped it in tandem.
Pulling up his shaft made him writhe on the bedcovers.
“He’s so smooth here,” Iksander said.
“So are you,” Georgie pointed out. She loosened her hold, lightly guiding his hand for the next upstroke. “Why don’t you do to him what you like done to you? I think you’ll find he’s pretty easy to get going.”
Iksander bit his lip with concentration and took over. If she hadn’t been fascinated, she’d have laughed at his seriousness. Her suggestion was all he needed to take charge with assurance. He gave Connor long, smooth strokes, from where his balls rooted in his body to the swollen tip of his erection. With each pass, the pads of his thumbs drove extra pressure into his under side.
Liking this, Connor breathed a swear word and writhed harder. His cock was shiny now from the oil, his veins standing out in blue. The sultan seemed to take this as encouragement to dig in and work harder. Connor’s back arced off the mattress.
“Not that I’m . . . not enjoying this,” he gasped, “but if you want me to have any self-control, maybe Georgie and I should oil you. You know—“ He broke off as his breath hissed with pleasure. “—to make sure you’re relaxed enough.”
Iksander let go and laughed. He shifted back, mischief lighting his jewel-toned eyes. He bent as if he were bowing to lightly kiss Connor’s quivering tip. Georgie hadn’t expected him to be so daring. Neither had Connor, apparently. When the djinni straightened again, the moisture on his lips wasn’t all Eternity Oil.
“All right,” he said, flopping face down on Connor’s other side. “Feel free to do me now.”
They were happy to oblige, quickly discovering four hands added up to more than the sum of two. Iksander cursed the same as Connor had—and for not necessarily sexual caresses. Stroking his legs and arms and even fingers got him going. His responsiveness made pleasuring him a pleasure. With coordinating movements, Georgie and Connor oiled his back and kneaded his ass muscles. Stimulated by that, the sultan wriggled and curled his toes.
“Ready?” Connor asked.
“Oh yes,” his soon-to-be catcher said throatily.
When Connor lifted his hips and Georgie slid a pillow under, he didn’t seem nervous. If anything, his ass was arching up eagerly. Connor dribbled oil down his crack.
“I’m going to push this lube in you,” he warned.
Iksander groaned with bliss the moment his thumbs went in. “God,” he said when his voice recovered. “That feels incredible.”
Connor kissed him between the shoulder blades. His knees nudged Iksander’s legs apart. He seemed as sure about what was going to happen as Iksander. Georgie guessed she was too. Maybe those nights sharing cushions had paid off. This felt right to her, as if their combination were meant to be. Connor removed his thumbs, wiped them on a towel, and pulled Iksander’s cheeks apart.
Georgie held her breath as he positioned himself for entry. Iksander’s hand caught hers, trapping and squeezing it against the bedcovers. His head turned toward her on the pillow, his eyes shining with arousal.
She bent to kiss his flushed and perspiring cheek. “I’m right here. I’ll hold onto you.”
Iksander crooked his thumb around her wrist to the spot where her pulse pattered. At
that, recognition dawned. He didn’t need support. He wanted to know how watching affected her.
“God,” he groaned as Connor began to push.
Connor paused once the head was in.
“Let me know if anything hurts,” he said. “I’m going to take this slow.”
The noises Iksander made as he continued said nothing hurt at all. His fingers tightened on Georgie’s hand.
“Almost there,” Connor said tightly.
Georgie looked at him. The angel’s face was dark with arousal, its muscles tight. He was focused on Iksander—on the place he entered, on the feel and reactions of the other man’s body. Iksander moaned as his cock crossed a crucial pleasure spot.
“There,” he groaned. “That’s my prostate. Thrust over me right there.”
Connor pushed up straight on his muscular arms, pulled his hips back, and thrust again.
Georgie guessed this felt good to him as well. He tried to keep his motions smooth and measured, but in less than a minute he’d sped up considerably. Both the men’s expressions strained with tension, a look Georgie found indescribably sexy. Iksander’s jaw muscle bunched a second before he blurted a confession.
“I want her too,” he said. “Roll us onto our sides.”
He pushed his weight back even as Connor cooperated with his desire. The sultan’s front view kicked her pulse into overdrive. His skin was reddened from waist to knee from being ground—and from grinding himself—over the hip bolster. His cock bounced forcefully with excitement, its length and girth eye-popping.
“Come here,” he growled, tossing away the pillow and reaching for Georgie’s hips.
She lay down for him, her hand resting on his side, her every nerve thrilling as he gripped and lifted her upper thigh. She was obviously hot and wet, but he slid two fingers between her labia anyway. Whatever he growled at the state he found her in didn’t translate—or perhaps her brain was too distracted. Her spine rolled with longing as his thumb worked her clit strongly up and down.
“Place me,” he said. “I want to shove straight in you.”
She was more than ready to go along with that. She angled his rigid shaft until his knob notched her perfectly. The throb of his sexual flesh in that intimate place caused more heat to gush from her. Palms tingling, she took a moment to fondle him. Their eyes locked, his glowing with green fire. She slid her thumb down his satiny length, rubbed sideways, and then cupped his testicles. His penis jumped against her. She squeezed his scrotum gently, rolling the pressure from side to side.
“You’re killing me,” he whispered. “Move your hand now so I can thrust.”
She smiled, gave him one last squeeze, and let go.
“Georgie,” he said and drove into her completely.
Her head went back with pleasure, her lashes dropping under the weight of bliss. Despite her delight, she registered the moment Connor’s touch slid down her back to stroke over and grip her ass. His big hand yanked her closer to Iksander.
“Oh yes,” Iksander praised, his pelvis pushing greedily into her. “Help me hold her. I want to lever right through her.”
When he moved, it felt like both men were taking her. His thrusts were deeper and more intense than the previous time he made love to her. Iksander was being pleasured from both directions. He should have been distracted. Instead, his choices were as on the mark as Connor’s would have been. Everything she felt was exciting—every stroke, every clamping hand, every brush of skin on skin. Connor wasn’t causing the djinni to mimic his technique. Somehow, he added his knowledge of her body to the sultan’s. Iksander cupped her breast his own way. His dexterity was his, the precision with which he pinched and turned her aroused nipple. When he bent to suck and tease the peak, however, Connor could have directed the pressure.
Maybe Connor guessed she didn’t want everything centering on her. Iksander groaned as an inward drive from the angel yanked his attention to his own body. His mouth left her breast as his head flung back. She loved that too, the ecstasy he must be experiencing tightening her walls on him. Both men were going harder, speeding with imminence. Iksander’s thumb caught her clit and circled, the friction exquisite. She gasped, unable to warn them how close she was. The men couldn’t speak either. They jostled her, their upper legs slinging forward for purchase. Their scent rose overwhelmingly around her. Arms wrapped her and she wrapped back.
Connor’s breath whined from him. Suddenly more weight pushed at her.
“God,” Iksander gasped, the next tandem thrust driving his cock to infinity.
Her sensation rose, powerful and sweet, as he swelled inside her. Wanting to cling to everything at once, she slid her hand up to his shoulder. She clutched his cock with her pussy and dug her heel into Connor’s rear thigh muscle.
She came with a spike of feeling that resounded from her core. Almost at the same moment, Iksander flooded heat into her. Connor’s hand jerked from her ass to Iksander’s hip. Now that he had the grip he wanted, he thumped into him fast and hard. He must have been hungry to go over. He climaxed with a growl that utterly thrilled her. As he did, Iksander held her close to his pounding heart. His cheek was bristly, his body hot.
“Mmm,” he said, gently stroking her.
Georgie smiled and stroked him too. The weight against her lightened as Connor eased out of him.
“That wasn’t bad,” he slurred. “Considering we were first-timers.”
Iksander rolled onto his back snorting. “If it gets better, you might kill me.”
“Did we tire you?”
Connor sounded so concerned Iksander laughed. “Done right, sex charges up my kind. I feel energized.” Proving it, he sat up to pat Georgie’s hip.
“I’m sleepy now,” she confessed.
This didn’t seem to bother him. He rubbed her leg and looked over at Connor. “I want to vape out. See if I can find the kitchen and grab some food. Do you feel comfortable watching Georgie while I’m away?”
Knowing what Georgie would think about needing a babysitter, Connor grinned. “As long as Georgie doesn’t mind watching me.”
“Fine. You’ll look out for each other.” Iksander crawled out of bed, stretched hugely, then shook his arms. Since he was naked, the optics were interesting.
“Is vaping the same as smoking?” Georgie asked, despite her distraction.
“More or less. Turning to vapor means you’re invisible.”
Georgie pinched her lower lip. Neither she nor Connor could do that, which meant he’d be safer without their company. “You’ll be careful while you’re scouting?”
The djinni’s smile was gentle and heart stealing. “The thought of you two waiting shall guide all my decisions.”
Though he spoke prettily, she sensed his words went deeper than flattery.
RELIEVED AT HAVING a task to occupy him, Iksander crouched to decode the door lock. His body felt so good it worried him. It would have been more reasonable for their first experience as a threesome to be awkward. He’d never shared a woman before. Or had sex with a man. He knew himself to be sexually adventurous. Everything considered, he suspected what they’d done was vanilla. That being true, why did he have the sense that, for the first time in his life, every facet of his erotic nature was satisfied?
He’d felt free with Georgie and Connor, as if they’d accept his kinks without censure. Surely that was an illusion: his emotions running away with him. As to that, why was he considering his emotions? Though he’d grown fond of the pair, once he’d—God willing—solved the Glorious City’s problems, they’d leave his world for theirs.
His stomach clenched. He didn’t want to think about that . . . and probably shouldn’t now. As soon as he cracked the lock spell, he shook off his concerns and slipped his physical form. Though Georgie and Connor gasped at him disappearing, he didn’t look back at them.
He didn’t need more reminders that the three of them had a bond.
Vaping was a quick mode of travel, on top of which he’d been keep
ing track of the back corridors. If Mordent Palace were organized similar to his, the kitchen complex was on a lower floor. Silently reciting a prayer for luck, he chose a stairway to fly down.
The door at its bottom opened on a passage that didn’t seem promising. The walls were blank and black, the floor showing little wear. In a palace this size, kitchens saw high traffic. This level must be for other utilities. Still, since he was there, he might as well look around. As he did, his nonphysical perception spied a faintly glowing line of footprints. Someone besides him had come here recently.
Iksander had honed his skill at invisible flitting by sneaking out of his own palace. If he hadn’t, he might have landed himself in trouble. The footprint trail led straight to an armed djinni. The hall the soldier blocked was narrow and sloped downward behind him. If the palace possessed a portal, that passage might lead to it. Iksander would have to pass by the guard to enter, and increase the chance he’d be sensed. On the positive side, the guard looked bored. He hadn’t noticed him thus far. Maybe investigating further was a reasonable risk.
Being brought to the palace couldn’t be an advantage unless he exploited it.
That thought decided him. Using the bare minimum of power, Iksander nudged his vapor form past the soldier. Not rushing took self-control, but he held onto it. Slowly he drifted, slowly, less substance than an air current. When the guard was two body lengths behind, he let himself speed up. The passage continued for some distance. He reached its end in a few minutes.
There a wall confronted him. He didn’t think it was a dead end. Symbols made of brass were sunk into the black surface. The symbols marched around nested circles—also brass—and were interspersed with stones. Iksander didn’t recognize the seal they formed, but he could tell it was powerful. Magic beat out from it in pulses. He quieted his mind, trying to intuit how the charm might be got around. He believed he heard a mantra repeating: NOTHING IN, NOTHING OUT.
More than that he couldn’t uncover.
His vapor form couldn’t sigh, but he heaved one mentally. Now and then it would have been useful to be better at spellcraft.