Page 19 of The Shapeshifter’s Secretary (Charmed Away Temp Agency #3)
CHAPTER NINETEEN
That bright smile that Tony was quickly falling for overtook Taron’s face for a brief moment before he leaned in for another kiss. Tony sank into it, doing his best to shut down his brain and just be in the moment. It worked for the shuffle to the bedroom. He was so stuck between the two bigger men that he barely bore his own weight. Hands were everywhere, distracting him and teasing him. It wasn’t until Zephyr pulled his shirt over his head that Tony stiffened again.
Zephyr felt it and hugged him closer, whispering in his ear. “Focus on Taron. He’s needy in bed. He’ll pout if he doesn’t have your full attention.”
That earned him a dirty look from Taron. “Of course I’d want someone’s full attention in bed. Maybe if–”
They were going to fight again. Tony wondered momentarily if this was a good idea, but Zephyr ignored Taron completely, scooping Tony off his feet and setting him on the edge of the bed.
“Shut up and touch him, Taron,” he growled.
It was an order Taron actually wanted to follow, so he shoved past the thunderbird and pushed against Tony’s shoulder, following him as he flopped back onto the bed. The really really comfortable bed. It flashed through Tony’s mind to ask the brand so maybe one day he could afford something so comfortable, but he didn’t get a chance before Taron’s mouth was on his and his body was covered with Taron’s.
A brief spark of pain shot through his hip, but it was immediately followed by the tingly heat of Zephyr’s magic. Tony hadn’t been able to have sex since the incident, it hurt too much, but with Zephyr’s help, he could actually focus on the pleasure instead of the pain. Not only that, but Taron was being careful with him. Most of his weight rested on his elbow, and he avoided leaning against Tony’s right side. Tony had to reach between them and readjust his erection for the angle, but when Taron rolled his hips, it hit just right and his eyes rolled back in his head.
“There it is,” Taron murmured a little smugly. “Just focus on that, a thaisce. We’ll handle the rest.”
The rest of what? He wanted to ask, but he hadn’t felt this kind of pleasure in years, and he didn’t want to ruin the mood by asking questions. He groaned, sliding his hands to Taron’s ass to encourage him. He couldn’t resist kneading the tight flesh, exploring a little. The man had a nice ass.
Taron’s laugh was more husky than normal, filled with lust, but he didn't stop Tony’s exploration. If anything, he encouraged him by grinding harder against him. Tony felt his balls draw up, his breath coming out in sharp, gasping pants.
“He’s close,” Zephyr murmured.
Taron’s movements slowed, and Tony whined in response. Why were they stopping?
Zephyr snorted, and Tony’s eyes finally fluttered open to look at them. Zephyr was stretched out beside him, shirtless and oh so gorgeous, his hand resting lightly against Tony’s side to keep the magic flowing. He was looking at Taron, an amused smirk on his face as he said, “That looked like it was hard for you.”
“Shut up,” Taron growled, dipping his head to kiss along Tony’s jaw. “If he was under you, you’d be just as reluctant.”
“I’ll get my turn,” Zephyr murmured, leaning to kiss Tony’s neck.
He was surrounded by them both, and it was hotter than he ever hoped to experience. He’d think it too good to be true if he didn’t get random twinges of pain when his prosthetic pinched, reminding him that the situation was very real.
Taron shifted enough to get a hand between them, wrestling with Tony’s slacks. He was too impatient to do much good, especially because Tony could finally focus enough to pull at Taron’s clothes, too. He managed to get the shapeshifter’s shirt off before Taron could unbutton his slacks and was admiring the lithe muscle when another hand slipped between them to help Taron. A hand that was more than happy to go lower once the slacks were undone.
It distracted him, which was probably the point, but Tony couldn’t find it in him to complain as Zephyr stroked him through his boxers. His other hand was still resting against his side, pulsing constant magic to keep him comfortable and pain free. Tony shifted restlessly, wishing it wouldn’t hurt to thrust his hips to get more friction. Just a little more and–
Zephyr released him before he could finish, and Tony let out another whine. Zephyr captured his lips for a quick kiss, silencing the sound.
“Relax, sweetheart. We’ll let you come. Eventually.”
* * *
Zephyr had to work hard not to laugh at the look on Tony’s face. Impatience, need, and a hint of annoyance. If he was a more outgoing person, he’d probably complain about them teasing him like this. But that wasn’t Tony. He was sweet and quiet, and he didn’t seem to enjoy arguing. Which begged the question, how the hell did someone like him end up in the military in the first place? It didn’t really suit him.
It was something he intended to ask later. No way was one night going to be enough with the man. He was too sweet to walk away from. Zephyr wasn’t going anywhere. Especially if he got to share him with Taron. The idea didn’t bother him as much as it should have. Heat spread through him as he looked at his ex. He was still just as sexy as Zephyr remembered.
Luckily, the brat was entirely focused on Tony and didn’t seem to notice where his thoughts had gone. Zephyr was pretty sure he’d have something to say about it, and he doubted the shapeshifter would be kind. He also didn’t seem interested in causing trouble. He smirked at Tony’s reaction, running his fingers along Tony’s length through his boxers in a teasing caress.
“You heard him, a thaisce. Just let us lead. We’ll get you there.”
Since Zephyr couldn’t move without breaking the touch on Tony’s side to keep him comfortable, he could only watch as Taron moved south, brushing kisses along Tony’s chest and abs as he slowly pulled his slacks off. Despite the lust fog they both seemed determined to keep him in, Tony stiffened again when the material slipped over his prosthetic, exposing him completely.
Zephyr barely spared the injury a glance, knowing Tony was embarrassed about it. Instead, he pressed his free hand against his bare thigh, sending his magic through that spot as well. It surprised Tony enough to cry out, his hips thrusting automatically. The movement made him flinch, which told Zephyr that he and Taron needed to do the work. It would only hurt Tony if he was moving.
A glance at Taron showed the shapeshifter caught the flinch as well. They shared a speaking glance, for once not immediately arguing with each other. Their focus was on Tony and his comfort and pleasure. The rest could be set aside for now.
Zephyr slowed the flow of magic enough that Tony was in more control of his reactions, but didn’t cut it off completely. It kept Tony in a lust haze, he clearly liked the touch, and Zephyr wanted him distracted for what was coming next.
“Do you want to take this off, a thaisce? Or can I help you?”
Tony’s eyes fluttered open and Zephyr could see the hesitation. He leaned, pressing a kiss to the man’s lips, distracting him from his embarrassment.
“You’re beautiful, Tony. We’re only asking for your comfort. If you want to leave it on, that’s up to you.”
Emotions warred on Tony’s face, but eventually, he pushed slowly up, grasping Taron’s offered hand to help him sit properly. With resignation and dark red cheeks, he slowly removed his prosthetic. Taron took it and set it aside, pulling Tony’s face back up to kiss him. Neither of them said anything else about it, focused entirely on getting Tony back to that point where he was too delirious with pleasure to think about anything else.
Zephyr helped remove the final piece of clothing on Tony’s body, leaving him gloriously naked and sandwiched between them. He and Taron still had their slacks on, but there was something incredibly sexy about having the man naked between them while they were still dressed. He made little needy sounds, feasting on Taron’s mouth while Zephyr pressed up against his back and ran his hand up and down his side, sending electric tingles along the length of his body.
He wanted to keep doing this for the rest of the night, but that was just him and his need to control the situation. He knew Taron wouldn’t be that patient, and Tony would start to move to get what he needed if they didn’t provide it for him. He didn’t want the man to hurt himself.
“Taron. Lube,” he demanded, distracting Tony momentarily by guiding his mouth away from Taron’s to his. Taron didn’t like taking orders, especially from him, but if it was related to sex, he was more likely to listen. He rolled away long enough to grab the bottle of lube and condoms from his nightstand. And in a surprising move, he handed the bottle to Zephyr, dragging Tony’s mouth back to his.
That was a first.
Zephyr wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he quickly uncapped the bottle and squeezed a liberal amount onto his fingers, sitting up so he could prep Tony while still keeping his free hand on Tony’s hip to settle his injury. Carefully, Taron drew Tony’s injured leg over his hip to get Zephyr better access. Zephyr kicked up his magic a little to counteract the discomfort that might’ve come from the position and when Tony groaned in pleasure, he took it as permission to continue. Running his fingers over Tony’s crease, he watched the man claw at Taron, his needy whimpers kicking up a notch or ten.
Taron broke away from the kiss, sucking in a sharp breath. “Sh-Shit. Zeph, hurry up. He’s–”
Zephyr pushed one finger in, going straight for Tony’s prostate, and they both were surprised when Tony came with a shout, his ass clenching around Zephyr’s finger. Taron’s eyes rolled back, no doubt over the man coming on him, and in a second surprising move of the night, he reached past Tony to grip Zephyr’s arm tightly, his brow furrowed as he concentrated on not embarrassing himself. Zephyr understood the urge. Listening to Tony climax while his dick was pressed against the man made him want to thrust until he came too.
“S-Sorry,” Tony slurred, ducking his head.
Zephyr watched as Taron drew in a slow breath, centering himself, before he opened his eyes and turned his heated gaze onto Tony.
“Oh, a thaisce, there’s nothing to be sorry for. You had a run in with an incubus tonight. I have no doubt you’ll be ready to go by the time Zephyr is done prepping you. Unless you want us to stop?”