Page 30 of Randall (The Tenth Step #3)

Flynn

With slow steps, Darvon directed Flynn toward the bed.

Excited, he allowed himself to be pushed, walking backward, his hands on Darvon’s forearms. Behind them, Randall dismissed the mayor’s man before closing and locking the door.

He withdrew the key and hung it on a small hook, then turned and followed Darvon.

Flynn only caught glimpses of Randall undressing, his vision mostly taken by watching Darvon strip out of his clothes, pulling off his boots, and tossing them aside.

Darvon’s gaze never wavered from his. “Get those clothes off, mate,” the Fae murmured. “We have some fucking to do.”

“Claiming,” Randall clarified as he climbed onto the bed.

Flynn didn’t know who to look at as he scrambled to undress.

Darvon with his sleek body, alabaster skin, and flowing silver hair, or Randall with his sculpted muscles, facial hair, and dark, penetrating gaze…

Claiming… Yes, please. His marks on his mates.

They, in turn, would mark him in some way.

He’d wondered what theirs would be. Something magickal for Randall seemed appropriate, but what would Darvon do?

Did the Fae have special symbols, too? He wished he knew more about them, wished he knew more about his mates in general.

Not that he planned on backing out. No way, no how.

“Mate,” Randall slid the backs of two fingers down Flynn’s cheek before tucking them under his chin and turning his head. He’d sat against the headboard and drew Flynn between his parted legs.

Flynn knelt facing him, his palms flat on Randall’s upper chest. He smiled, thinking how lucky he was. How blessed. “Mate.”

“You were lost in thought, but you don’t have to worry. We’ll go slow and be gentle.”

Flynn hadn’t been worried about that, or maybe he had, but other thoughts had pushed forward instead. “I know. Thank you.”

Randall nodded and then kissed him. Their lips slid together like hands gliding across silk, soft and decadent. Flynn inhaled Randall’s scent: an earthy spice, a touch of smoke. Each inhale made his heart thump, his cock lengthen, his gut tighten with rising desire.

“Let me have a turn,” Darvon demanded, turning Flynn around so he sat in the vee of Randall’s legs and kissed him much harder than Randall had. Darvon took hold of Flynn’s calves, lifting them and placing his feet on the outside of Randall’s thighs.

Flynn felt open and exposed, but also seen in a way he’d never been by his family and those in his village.

Only his master had ever thought him worthy.

As a result, Flynn had pushed almost everyone away except for a few friends who’d stuck by him after his master had chosen him to be an apprentice.

Being seen by the others meant enduring verbal taunts and minor physical assaults.

No one was ever too rough, because they didn’t want to face any repercussions from either his master or the clan elders.

Darvon’s fingertips trailed along Flynn’s inner thigh, reminding him he was here with his mates, waking his cock, and tightening his buttocks. “No, kitten, you need to relax. Let us love you, yes?”

Flynn nodded, deliberately dropping his shoulders from around his ears and letting his body go loose as he relaxed against the broad expanse of Randall’s chest. He focused on the feel of their hands touching him, the tickle of hair, the glide of their fingers, the soft press of their lips.

Each caress made his blood thrum in his veins, firing his libido and stiffening his member until it stood tall and proud.

Randall wrapped his hand around Flynn’s shaft, stroking from base to tip. When a pearl of precum bubbled to the slit, Darvon kissed his cockhead before lapping the fluid away with a decadent moan.

The deep sound spilled into Flynn and filled him with rising desire.

Tentatively, he reached for his mate, running the silken braid along his palm before slipping off the blue ribbon and loosening the unraveling the woven hair.

Feeling surer, Flynn grasped a handful and used Darvon’s hair to guide him in for a molten kiss that curled his toes.

When Darvon broke them apart, he worked his way down Flynn’s chest, placing kiss after kiss until he filled his mouth with Flynn’s erection.

Flynn gasped, both from seeing and feeling his mate suck his cock with hollowed cheeks and the demanding pressure of his tongue. “Fuck… Darvon… Mate.”

Randall, meanwhile, touched Flynn everywhere.

Shoulders, throat, chest, nipples, then lower to brush at the base of his length, to tease his balls, to stroke his inner thighs.

When Darvon sank onto the bed, flat on his stomach, Randall lifted Flynn’s legs into the air, pulling them back, exposing his hole to Darvon’s gaze.

Flynn froze, his body locking, but Darvon’s soft touch worked to soothe him. Each pass of his fingertips relaxed Flynn until he was once again a puddle of goo. Although when Darvon darted in, licking at his hole, Flynn froze again.

Randall’s low chuckle as he nibbled on Flynn’s neck broke his surprise.

“Be good, kitten. I want to be inside you when I put my mark on you, but Darvon is thinner than I am, and so must go first. He’ll come inside you, and you’ll mark each other, and then it will be my turn.

” Randall flattened his hand over Flynn’s heart.

“Right here, I will mark you. A simple triangle, a symbol of our inner fire, a corner for each of us, yet all connected. Do you want my mark?”

“Yes…” Flynn could barely breathe with how much he wanted Randall’s claim. “Yes… I want it. And I want Darvon’s.”

“You’ll have it,” Darvon said with a grin, rising from the bed.

He strode to his bag, his creamy skin and lithe body on complete display.

Flynn couldn’t—nor did he want to—tear his gaze away from his beautiful, naked mate, his silver hair spilling around his shoulders in disarray.

He had done that, and he didn’t care. Flynn loved knowing it was he who mussed up his mate, and he planned on doing the same to Randall.

“Such wicked thoughts, kitten.” Randall nuzzled behind Flynn’s ear. “I have a wicked thought, too.” He tipped his forehead against the back of Flynn’s head, and a vision of him sucking Randall’s cock while Darvon penetrated him flooded his mind.

Flynn groaned and wiggled out of Randall’s hold, flipping over and presenting his ass to Darvon.

Darvon laughed, a bright tinkling that made Flynn shudder with desire. He shuddered again when Darvon and Randall rubbed long strokes up and down his back and squeezed his buttocks.

The first pass of a slicked finger along his cleft startled him, but then Randall guided him down to his cock, and Flynn’s mind grew fuzzy.

Dual sensations bombarded him: the feel of Randall’s engorged erection filling his mouth, pressing against his tongue and palate, and the smooth glide of Darvon’s finger followed by the insistent press inside his ass, working him open.

Lust sparked across his skin until Flynn felt less like a cat and more like a phoenix, burning with desire.

Each time Darvon added another finger to stretch him, Flynn stilled, forcing his body to relax, and each time, within moments, he once again was loving everything his mates were doing to him.

Randall’s fingers curled into Flynn’s hair, forcing him to stop, and pulled him off his cock. Saliva dripped from Flynn’s slack mouth, his vision a bit hazy, but then Randall’s mouth was on his, sucking his tongue as Darvon pressed the head of his cock to Flynn’s entrance.

Flynn stuttered to a halt as his mates lovingly assaulted him from both ends. Randall’s distraction in the front allowed Darvon to pulse his way inside until his groin rested firmly against Flynn’s ass.

“By all the gods and goddesses above,” Darvon panted, “you feel amazing wrapped around my cock. Tight. Hot.” He rocked his hips, pulling out and then slowly sliding deep. “I feel like I’m floating with how incredible this is. I won’t last long.”

He took up a slow rhythm to begin, quickly increasing until he was pounding into Flynn, and Flynn was flying.

Randall continued to make love to his mouth, swallowing every grunt and groan, every forced expulsion of breath.

Randall let go when Darvon wrapped his arms around Flynn and pulled him upright, jabbing his cock in short bursts inside him.

Then Darvon was gone, pulled from Flynn’s body, but in the next instance, Flynn was flat on his back, tugged to the end of the bed, his legs positioned around Darvon’s waist as his mate reentered him.

Darvon leaned over him as he furiously fucked into Flynn, claiming a kiss of his own as he placed a hand over Flynn’s heart.

Flynn clawed the skin over Darvon’s heart. As scorching heat burned his chest, his mate marked him inside and out with a roar of release. How Flynn didn’t also come, he had no idea, but when Darvon pulled out, Randall was beside him to take his place.