Page 162 of Starborn Husbands

I’m the only one naked between them and that ratchets the depravity meter.

“Are you our needy brat?” Zhang’s smooth and dangerous voice whispers into my ear.

Merrick’s tongue swirls around the head. He pumps the base of my cock.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” I whimper. “The neediest brat.”

“Gimme a wing, Merrick,” Zhang says.

There’s a gust of myrrh and gardenias, Merrick’s left wing—the better one—opens and Zhang swipes a finger full of wing oil from the tip. I don’t need lubricant, there’s plenty coming out of my ass, so what’s he up to?

His oiled fingers go directly into my ass. It feels nice, but it’s not any different than my own slick … until it is. Buzzing ignites along my inner channel. His fingers reach my prostate at the same time. Merrick’s hot mouth sucks at my cock and my balls tighten. It’s too many good sensations, and I’m already on the cusp, but neither of them will let me cum.

“Please. Gods, I can’t take it.” The sight of Merrick’s head bobbing on my cock should be enough on its own, but I need just that little bit of stimulation more to drive me over the edge. Merrick squeezes my cock to stop my orgasm. Zhang removes his fingers. “I hate you both.”

Zhang chuckles. Merrick nips at my cock.

Merrick pumps my cock a few times before he swallows it again, my knees buckle, Zhang stops me from falling over. Animalistic sounds mixed with a lot of cursing the both of them, leave my mouth. They make a game of seeing how many more they can pull from me and how many times they can make me stop mid-rant.

“Merrick if you don’t fuck—unnngh.Yeah. Yeah, there. Zhang, I’m going to pull your asshole fingers through your throat—ah!”

Zhang’s fingers speed up, tightening his grip on me so that I’m not going anywhere. Merrick sucks hard, letting the blunt head of my cock hit the back of his throat. Of course, he’s too perfect to gag.

“I’m gonna, fuck, I’m?—”

They finally let me cum right into Merrick’s mouth. I’m breathing fast, and my heart rate rattles against my chest. A loud cry pours from my lungs. I attempt to move, but it’s not happening. I can only stand here, taking what they give me.

Merrick’s mouth pops off my cock. Zhang releases me. I’m a little off kilter, but I’m aware enough to grab both their hands, glowing on the inside.

“You two are taking me to bed.”

* * *

I could get used to this.I wake up between the two of them. We slept in a huddle. I drooled on Zhang’s chest again—I’ll deny it until I’m stardust—and Merrick’s one wing is half open, curled around us, oozing wing oil onto Zhang’s silk sheets.

Yeah, Merrick’s asleep. That’s how I know Merrick’s not as okay as he claims. He wouldn’t be sleeping.

I don’t mind the wing oil, though, especially when I remember what it did to my ass last night. Plus, it’s sweet smelling, and I like being under the inky blackness of his wing. Merrick’s the first to open his eyes. He startles, which jars his wing, which jars me. My hand flops, whacking Zhang in the face.

“Goddess, what that…?” Zhang growls.

“Fuck, sorry.”

Zhang grunts, sitting up, slowly realizing the state of his sheets. “You get the cot until those things have healed.”

“I heal better when I’m cozied up to my mate.”

“Oh Gods, not first thing in the morning. You two are ruining my nice wake-up,” I complain, rubbing my eyes and moving to climb out of bed. “I call first shower.”

One bear-paw hand circles my wrist. “Wait, Starfleet. I’m sorry about yesterday. I was too harsh with you about your mother.”

I nod. “You were harsh, but it’s what I needed to hear. Everyone pandering to me was keeping me where I was at. They were being nice, but it wasn’t kind. I want to move on—from the mom thing. One thing at a time, though. I’m totally still sulking about the sunstar thing.”

Zhang smiles. “Fair.”

“But don’t let me for too long, okay?”

“Never. I’m always ready to spank sense into you.”