Page 13 of The Cobbler and His Elves

I shrugged, suddenly self-conscious. “You get used to it, I suppose.”

Jack’s expression softened. “You shouldn’t have to. Come on, stay down here where we can keep each other warm.”

Before I could protest, they were arranging blankets on the floor near the stove. I found myself sandwiched between them, their body heat more comforting than any fire.

As we lay there, I became acutely aware of their scents. Jack’s spicy cedar, Elijah’s sweet sandalwood—they wrapped around me like a cocoon. My own scent, warm vanilla and cocoa, seemed to intensify in response.

Jack nuzzled against my neck, inhaling deeply. “God, Milo, you smell incredible.”

A shiver ran through me, and not from the cold. Elijah’s hand found mine, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my palm.

“Is this okay?” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. My body thrummed with need, my omega instincts singing at the proximity of two strong alphas.

Jack’s lips brushed against my pulse point, and a small whimper escaped me. That seemed to break the last of their restraint.

Suddenly, Jack’s mouth claimed mine—thoroughly, passionately—his tongue exploring with eager curiosity. Then Elijah was there, his kisses softer but no less intense.

When we’d kissed in their shop, it had been a simple exchange of favors. I assumed they’d invented another way to torment me. But this... my lips tingled as Elijah pulled back only for Jack to claim them again, their unique tastes mingling until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

The warmth of their bodies pressed against mine. Jack’s breath was hot on my neck as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of my throat. Elijah’s hands roamed beneath my shirt, his calloused fingertips tracing intricate patterns across my ribs.

“We want you,” Jack growled, his voice thick with need.

Elijah’s lips brushed my ear. “Say yes. Please.”

I nodded, unable to form words as arousal coursed through me. With a low growl, Jack rose and scooped me into his arms in one smooth motion.

“Bed,” he commanded, taking the steps two at a time. “We’re not taking you on that cold floor.”

Jack’s strong arms cradled me as he carried me into the bedroom. Elijah followed close behind. Jack lowered me ontothe bed with surprising gentleness. The mattress dipped as both alphas joined me, their hands roaming over my body with eager reverence. I shivered as they peeled away my clothing, layer by layer, until I lay bare before them.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched them shed their own garments, revealing tanned skin and sculpted muscles. The sight of them, powerful and aroused, sent a jolt of desire straight through me. I couldn’t help but stare at their cocks, thick and hard. My hole clenched at the thought of being filled by them, aching to be stretched and claimed.

Elijah’s lips found my chest, pressing soft, warm kisses along my collarbone and down to my sternum. His touch ignited sparks beneath my skin, and I arched into him, craving more.

“Beautiful,” he breathed against my flesh, the word a caress in itself.

Jack’s dark eyes gleamed as he took in the sight of us. A predatory smile curved his lips, sending a delicious shiver through me. “And all ours,” he growled, voice thick with possession and promise.

Jack’s calloused palms slid over my hips, his grip firm and sure, pulling me closer. Elijah’s lips, soft and teasing, brushed against my neck, his breath warm on my skin. The contrast of their touch, one teasing and demanding, the other coaxing and almost hesitant, sent a thrill through me.

I shivered as Elijah’s lips traveled downward, his stubble scratching against my sensitive skin. My muscles tensed in anticipation as he nuzzled the hollow of my throat, his mouth trailing lower still. Jack pressed his thumbs into the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, urging me to open wider for him.

The scratch of Elijah’s scruff against my nipple made me gasp. He teased it with his tongue, sucking gently, then nibbled a path down my torso.

I tensed when Jack’s finger pushed inside me. “Easy. That’s it,” he urged as he slowly prepared me, his finger sliding inside, stretching me, before adding a second.

I felt Elijah shift beside me, his body radiating heat. His fingers traced lazy circles on my thigh, eliciting shivers as he watched his brother work me open.

“Touch him, little brother.” Jack’s voice was low and rough, his eyes dark with desire.

"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse. "I need..."

Elijah’s hand closed around my cock. Heeding Jack’s instruction, he began to stroke me in a steady rhythm. A groan tore from my throat, my back arching as sensations overwhelmed me.

“Use your thumb,” Jack said. “Stroke the tip.”