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Blessed Distraction

Ria tasted divine.

Mehl flicked his tongue against her nub and smiled at her stifled squeal. Just the kind of tangy sweet he loved. He teased her for a moment longer, circling and nipping before he dove in deep. He could take her this way, at least.

Her knees drew up, and he rested his arms against her thighs, holding them wide. Ria moaned and undulated against him, but her hand darted into his hair to hold him close. He chuckled against the warmth of her cunt, sending a new quiver through her. This was the kind of torment he could deliver for hours.

By the time the door clicked shut across the room, Ria had already cried out in release twice, and his cock was so hard it hurt. The latter was in no way helped by the sound of Toren’s ragged in-drawn breath. The kind that inevitably preceded a good fucking.

Mehl pulled back, grinning when Ria’s hand tightened in his hair. But when Toren growled low, her head jerked up, and she scrambled back on her elbows before Mehl caught her thighs in a tighter grip. Her wide eyes stared up and to the side where his husband no doubt hovered over them.

Toren’s hand dug into his shoulder, and Mehl tipped his head back to meet his eyes. Gods, yes. Desire blazed there. Toren leaned down and licked Ria’s juices from Mehl’s chin before devouring his mouth. His husband’s tongue danced with his in much the way he’d tormented Ria.

Magic throbbed in the room, and Toren pulled back, panting. “Someday,” he said, “I will taste your flavors more fully entwined.”

Groaning, Mehl palmed his cock. The thought of spending in Ria, only to have Toren take him into his mouth… “Hopefully not long.”

Toren tugged him to his feet and kissed him once more, their hands brushing as Toren gripped his cock through his clothes. His energy pulsed so strongly that Mehl vibrated with it even though it was still contained. A slight ache began to build in his head from all he’d had to channel of late, distracting him from pleasure. They had to do something about Toren’s magic.

But could Ria help? Was she ready?

Gods, he hoped so.

* * *

Toren knewthe moment Mehl’s mood shifted, and after their decades together, he understood instantly what it meant—discomfort. When he’d entered the room to the sight of Mehl pleasuring Ria, Toren had wanted nothing more than to lift his husband from where he knelt and take him hard and fast. Then take Ria. His control was like the finest gossamer, easily torn, and Mehl would bear the brunt if they continued.

He would hurt his husband like this.

Reluctantly, Toren drew back. Heat filled Mehl’s eyes, but there was a hint of a headache, too. Toren brushed his finger along his husband’s lower lip. “I dare not…”

“I’m sorry,” Mehl said.

“Do not,” Toren snapped before forcing calm back to his voice. “The sight of you two nearly severed the remainder of my restraint. It is not your fault that I didn’t stop to consider your comfort.”

A rustle of cloth caught his attention as Ria sat up. Hastily, she tried to shove her rumpled skirt back down her legs. A pity, that. “I’m sorry,” she said. “We did too much without you here. I worried, but—”

“No.” Toren’s voice stopped her hands mid-tug. “I wanted you to be ready for me. Usually, Mehl helps dispel this energy, but that type of sex is…intense. Now, I fear I’ve distracted away all his work.”

Ria’s throat worked. “Not entirely.”

“Shall I attend to you again?” Mehl asked in a low voice.

Before Toren could urge them on, Ria shook her head. She averted her gaze for a moment, her teeth sinking into her lip. Then she met his eyes directly. “Maybe you should continue as you were. With…fewer clothes.”

She wanted to watch them? Fire scorched his veins, nearly burning away that gossamer-thin control. Toren pinched his eyes closed and let out a curse. He would like nothing more than to grant her wish, but he would never make it through, not without hurting Mehl. Possibly even hurting all of them.

As always, Mehl knew. “Removing clothing is a simple thing, my duchess, but I have a better plan for the rest. One that will see us all well-served.”

Toren couldn’t help but stare as Mehl tugged his formal robe over his head and tossed it across a chair. Gods above, he was handsome. His muscles flexed and flowed in the light, and the vee of his hips arrowed down to the mouthwatering bulge tenting his pants. But that last bit of clothing remained, Mehl’s fingers hooked in the waistband.

“I believe it is your turn, Ria,” Mehl said.

Ungh. Toren led as often as not, but when Mehl got in a mood like this… Apparently, Ria agreed, for it only took her a moment to ease her dress back up her thighs and then higher. She wiggled her bottom back and forth to free the fabric, and Toren’s mouth went dry. Whatever Mehl planned had better work quickly.

Before Ria’s dress had even hit the floor, Mehl shucked his pants, giving Toren another delightful view, and then crawled up beside her on the bed. Mehl eased her up to the center of the mattress, and as he did, her legs fell open. Something equally delightful to see.

Toren’s magic surged until it physically hurt to restrain it, but he only fisted his hands around the fabric of his robe as Mehl settled on his side and palmed Ria’s breast. “The plan, Mehl?” he gritted out.