Page 40 of Hexes & Heartstrings (Shifters of Bastion Keep #2)

"You know," Bruin said, after licking up a drop of precum, "If you wanted to just sit yourself back, I'm nowhere near as big as Russell. Could try something new?"

He heard a thwap as Sergiy's lashing tail was caught by Russell, who patted it.

"Maaaybe a different day," his lover said. "Today you said you love me, and I want to show you how much I love you back."

Bruin really wanted to make a comment about how taking a hard cock can show love, too, but then the rest of what his mate said registered. Bruin reached a hand up high to touch Sergiy's cheek, and he heard Russell laugh, pleased.

"Ser, he liked that. Tell him again."

"I love you, my mate, my Bruin bear. Now flip over because the three of us haven't had sex together in a week, and I've been thinking about nothing else each time I went to bed since!"

Bruin didn't need any further encouragement, and he hurried to spin around on the bed, dislodging the other two.

He had a scarce few seconds to lift his ass up before Sergiy was pressing his long tongue into him, and he shuddered as he groped for a pillow that he knew he'd be needing soon for burying his head in.

Once he was a quivering green mess on the bed, begging Sergiy to hurry up and fuck him already, his mate finally obliged.

Sergiy was more impatient today than usual, thrusting his ridged cock deep inside without giving him much time to properly loosen, but the discomfort was short lived because he was immediately distracted by a proper bite around his shoulder, the teeth grazing across his chest and upper back.

Surprisingly, Sergiy didn't pound him hound-style into the bed. Instead, right before he finished, he flipped Bruin over and linked his hands in his. And rather than the snarling maw of a drake lost in the throes of heat, there was tenderness on that scaley muzzle.

"I do love you, my mate," he said, kissing him as thrust himself deeply.

Bruin grunted loudly through his own first orgasm, feeling the hot wetness cover his chest and belly, and he lifted himself up to kiss Sergiy.

The thing about lovers that were familiar with you meant that they knew what you liked, so instead of laying Bruin down on the bed, Sergiy simply lifted him up and carried him over to where Russell was standing nearby with a broad, boyish grin.

"My turn," he said, clearly pleased as he wagged his butt, his hard cock bouncing back and forth.

After being handed over, Bruin succumbed to his boyfriend's kisses, feeling his shaft pressing up between his cheeks, but remembered himself enough to point to the dresser, first. With a bit of twine, some of his own beard trimmings, and a few words, Bruin pulled off a charm he'd been saving, one that would make his scent many times stronger so that even a human Russell could well-scent it.

It seemed to please him, going by the wide eyes and silly expression before he buried his bearded chin into his neck, snuffling. After fitting Russell's cock into place while being held up by the strong arms, he began riding him, taking charge.

"My big red riding wolf," Bruin said fondly, gyrating his hips forward and back.

Russell just shook his head, kissing him. "You are the one riding me. Little Green riding wood!"

"I can't believe you two would speak blasphemy like that," Sergiy said, choking on a laugh.

Bruin was too distracted for any more words, though, taking the time to position himself better on Russell.

Bruin knew that his boyfriend was getting close when he starting whining, so he slowed his pace down.

"Lay me on the bed," he ordered, and Russell carried him over. "Longer thrusts, please."

Russell nodded, starting to howl as some of his red hair fell over his face. He had his tongue hanging out, and there were beads of sweat caught in his body hair, a few drops falling onto Bruin as he rocked his hips.

"Like this?"

Bruin wrapped his arms around Russell's neck, pulling his head in closer so he could kiss him.

"Just like this. I love you, too, Russ."

This time the big man did howl, planting his hands on either side of Bruin, and then things got really tight as he shifted partway into his werewolf form before regaining control.

Bruin closed his eyes, burying his face in his chest fur as his boyfriend pounded away, reaching his climax with a contented whimper.

After Russell pulled out, he flopped his dick on top of Bruin, wet and warm. Without so much as a warning, he then gathered Bruin up, heaving them both up higher on the bed so that they could rest their heads on a pillow.

Russell licked the side of his head. "I want to knot you next time."

"Hoo, fuck. Yeah, we can do that, but I might have you shift back human after you cum so we're not stuck cuddling for two hours."

" Some cuddles, please?"

"Some cuddles, yes," Bruin agreed, closing his eyes, letting himself rest as he felt Sergiy climb into bed beside them.

After a few minutes of tender afterglow, Sergiy's cleanly impulses demanded that they tidy up the messes they'd left.

Then, having worked up an appetite but not wanting to go to the Great Hall, they snacked on some cold meats, cheeses, and crackers from a small refrigerator in Sergiy's living room.

Afterwards, there was some debate, but both Russell and Bruin wanted to sleep next to their long-lost mate, so for a change, Bruin became the big spoon for his short and stout warlord, and Russell pushed himself down on the bed until his head was level with Sergiy's chest, laying on it as he clung to him.

"We'll get up for the evening feast," Sergiy decided for them. "We're sitting next to my family, by the way, and afterwards we can expect to join them in my mom's sitting room."

"Can Da come?"

"Yes, that should be fine."

"How are your wings?" Bruin asked. "I thought you still needed physical therapy."

"They're fixed, but they're going to feel off for another week or so. Like teeth after a visit to the dentist. Now sleep. And when we wake and go to my family, I want you to tell me about how amazing you both were today. Okay?"

Bruin resettled his position, wrapping his arms around his mate.

"Deal."

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Though he tried to nap alongside his slumbering boyfriends, Bruin found that he just couldn't doze off.

He'd done it. He'd told them he loved them, and they'd said it back.

He, Bruin the Green witch, a poor and simple orc from Chicago, loved the lord of Bastion Keep and the son of its High Priest.

This castle and its lands would be his new home for good. This room , even. And not for three years, but for twenty or more, and maybe even the rest of his life, if things kept progressing like they were

Finding himself overcome with emotions, he carefully slid out of the bed. Russell snorted, then peeked his head up in his direction.

"I just need a few minutes to myself, I'll be right back," he promised, his voice hitching.

Russ grunted an acknowledgement before laying his head back down, taking him at his word, and Bruin hurried to put on shorts, grabbing his phone as he left Sergiy's quarters.

He felt the tears start as he closed the door behind himself, then jogged to one of the gallery rooms on the third floor that was fortunately empty. He jabbed at his phone, sniffing repeatedly.

" Bruin, our witchy son!" his littlest dad greeted him when he picked up. " Eh? What's wrong? What has you wet like a frog in the rain? "

"I'm going to miss you all so much!" Bruin wailed.

And as his mi'ba gathered the family, through happy and sad tears on both sides, Bruin told them everything, about his boyfriends, his confession, and his decision to stay, like a good orc raised in a loving household should.