Far From Home Two: The Monster's Heir-- a M/M/M fantasy romance

18- What is Yours

*****smut ahead ;) Enjoy responsibly, and be nice. This is my first try at a threesome sex scene, so.... enjoy, pervs ;P *blushes stupidly * *****

EMBER—

During the feast, I had been very aware and frustrated by both Llyric and Sage's furtive, longing gazes on my back. Llyric's were outright, but Sage tried to hide his anytime I turned to him. It had taken nearly everything in me to keep myself from throwing myself at them. But I held back, refusing to give in to what I knew fate had decreed.

I wasn't the only one who noticed.

When I explained to Geir why Sage was there, and Llyric's obvious magic and ability to sense our bond, he spent nearly an hour growling at me about duty, fate, and destiny, and the rarity and purity of a soul bond. Then another 15 minutes calling me as many variations of idiot as he could think of, before scoffing, turning his back on me, and muttering under his breath.

"Idiot; bigoted asshole," he mumbled, shaking his head as he left me wondering if I had ever had someone yell at me that way.

And feeling very foolish.

Because of course he was right. Yes, El'kahrians had done evil things. But not my El'kahrians. Not those two men who so obviously wanted to be with me.

Even if Sage didn't quite understand his own feelings on the matter.

My men had been innocent of the evils of their king and some of their people. Sage had fought in battles against Akar, but he had done it as a soldier with no say in who he battled against. I could no sooner blame him for the Akaran blood on his hands than Llyric, who had likely never set eyes on an Akaran until me.

I couldn't let the vile deeds of evil men take away the men, the future, the love fate had given to me. I couldn't.

I wouldn't.

I had nearly gone to find them when Llyric pounded on my door, and my gratitude towards him for fighting past my stubborn idiocy was immense.

Sage and I battled with lips and teeth and tongue, and it wasn't until I won, shoving my tongue into his mouth and groaning as I tasted his essence, that I realized we were being gently led to the bed by Llyric. His small hands on both of our arms were pulling so gently it was nearly a dance as we floated to my bed.

I pulled away, leaving Sage panting, his eyes still clenched shut, before turning to Llyric. My lips on his were far gentler, and I barely noticed as Sage began to loosen my belt, his fingers sure and steady. My own shook as I lifted them to cup Llyric's face, my tongue invading his mouth, my thumbs brushing against the strangely alluring dimples on his cheeks— the scars left behind by his jaw bindings. Unlike Sage, Llyric was putty in my hands, never fighting me for dominance, only falling into my arms and letting me do what I would. He was all sweetness, all submission, and the Akaran warrior in me wanted to crow. I enjoyed the battle of wills with Sage, but this was just as pleasurable, just as arousing.

When I pulled away from Llyric, Sage's lips replaced mine on the younger man's, and I was left to finish what Sage had started. I removed his pants and loincloth as he had mine, then I was pulling Llyric's— which was really Sage's— shirt over his head.

Llyric pulled away from Sage's grasping mouth when Sage tried to lean back in once Llyric's skin was bare for us. Llyric's eyes met mine, hesitation and shame heady in his depths.

"What's wrong, da'rin?" I whispered, cupping his face and laying a gentle kiss against his cheek.

He shook his head against me, but the way he held his arms up, as if to cover himself, I understood.