Page 20 of The Shapeshifter’s Secretary (Charmed Away Temp Agency #3)
CHAPTER TWENTY
Taron probably would’ve cried if Tony said he wanted to stop, but thankfully, the man shook his head rapidly, moaning when Zephyr started fingering him again. On a normal day, recovery time was a must. None of them were incubi who could recover on a dime. But because of Ozen’s magic in the air for most of the night, they were all still on edge, and it didn’t take much to get Tony back to full hardness. He panted and moaned, whining when Zephyr and Taron pressed in together to stop him from moving on his own. They didn’t even need to discuss it first. They both moved on instinct to give Tony as much pleasure as they could muster.
Tony was getting antsy again when Zephyr locked eyes with Taron. Another silent conversation passed, and they moved in sync, Zephyr laying on his side again to press himself against Tony’s front while Taron stripped off his slacks and wrapped himself around Tony’s back. It gave Zephyr plenty of room to do his magic while giving Taron the space to move. Why the annoying thunderbird was giving him permission to have the beautiful man first, he didn't know, nor was he going to ask. He rolled on a condom, slicked himself up with lube, and slid home.
Tony’s back arched, and his ass clenched around Taron, making Taron’s eyes roll into his head. “Ah, goddess… so tight… Tony…”
“T-Taron!” Tony shouted, his fingers digging into Zephyr’s sides. He couldn’t move, not with the way Taron and Zephyr held him, so he could only whimper and beg, reaching one hand back to tug at him to get him moving. “P-Please!”
“Whatever you need, a thaisce,” Taron gritted out, capturing his lips in a quick kiss before giving in to what they both wanted. He drew his hips back a little and thrust forward again, gritting his teeth at the incredible sensation. It would take all his concentration not to explode immediately. The man’s ass was just so perfect.
He started slow, not wanting to hurt Tony even a little, but Tony’s whines spurred him on, and he had to pick up the pace. He’d normally use a partner’s hip to give him the leverage he needed in this position, but he couldn’t do that with Tony. Instead, he reached for Zephyr again, too lust fogged to think about the fact that he was touching his ex for the first time in years. Thankfully, Zephyr didn't comment. He let Taron grip his arm, his magic sparking under Taron’s palm to keep Tony comfortable.
Taron lost himself a little in the feel of the man wrapped around him. His hot, tight channel, the way his face flushed with his arousal, and all hints of that sad dejection wiped away. He was beautiful, his a thaisce. His treasure. Seeing him in the throes, safe and happy and pain free, made Taron that much more determined to keep him. He didn’t care how underhanded he needed to get, he was going to get Tony to agree to work for him so he could keep taking care of him. Maybe he could bribe him with sex. Having his assistant sitting on his desk so Taron could suck him off was a fantasy Taron never knew he had until he thought of Tony being the one sitting there.
The fantasy proved to be a little much, and Taron came without warning, his head thrown back on a shout. It went on and on until he was sure he was going to pass out from the pleasure. He was almost grateful that Zephyr was there to back him up, because he would’ve felt awful for not finishing off Tony himself if there wasn’t someone waiting to take over.
He slipped out of Tony, rolling out of the way to switch sides with Zephyr. He tied off the condom and tossed it over his shoulder without a second glance. He’d deal with that later. He wasn’t going to miss a single second of this night worrying about inconsequential things. Not when he got to watch first hand as Tony took Zephyr’s dick for the first time. Tony’s mouth fell open in surprise as Zephyr slid inside, and Taron had to bite back a laugh. There was a reason he was always shifting to make his dick bigger whenever Zephyr was around. The thunderbird was naturally blessed in that area and knew how to use it. He’d be jealous of Tony if he wasn’t enjoying the show so much.
Tony’s shouts escalated, his hands scrambling for purchase. When he reached out, Taron carefully laced their fingers together, giving Tony what he needed without exacerbating his injury that Taron knew went all the way down the man’s arm. Zephyr’s thrusts were even and just rough enough to give Tony as much pleasure as possible without hurting him. His ex mimicked the move Taron had done, latching onto Taron’s hip to avoid squeezing Tony’s injury. It drew Taron closer, until Tony was well and truly sandwiched between them. Taron went breathless being pressed up against them. Zephyr’s rutting movements drove Tony against him, grinding their cocks together. It was Taron’s turn to skip recovery. He rolled his hips, panting, and it only set Tony off more.
“I-I- Ungh !”
Tony came with a garbled shout, coating Taron’s abs again. Instead of fighting it, this time Taron let himself fall over the cliff with him, covering them both in his release. Zephyr was the last to fall but the most explosive. His magic swelled, shooting electric tingles through them both and dragging out Taron’s orgasm until he really did pass out. Only for a second, but his vision definitely went dark.
He would never ever admit that to Zephyr. That jerk would never let him live it down.
When his eyes opened again, they were all still wrapped around each other, panting and sweaty. Taron recovered first, carefully extracting himself from the pile so he could get Tony cleaned up. Zephyr appeared in the bathroom behind him, taking a moment to dispose of the condom properly before taking the washcloth from Taron’s hand. Taron rolled his eyes and grabbed another, and together, they returned to bed to clean Tony off. He hummed out a happy noise, but he didn’t open his eyes, too wiped out to do more than smile softly. His breath evened out a minute later, and Taron felt himself smiling at the man curled up in his bed.
“He’s not just yours.”
The bubble Taron had been floating in popped instantly, and he swung around to glare at Zephyr. He allowed one night because Tony seemed into it, but he wasn’t going to share him forever. He couldn’t. They’d tried a relationship before. It didn’t end well. He refused to allow that to happen when Tony was involved. No matter how many times the thought crossed his mind while in the throes.
He opened his mouth to argue, but Zephyr shushed him, tipping his head toward the living room. Irritated, he stomped out of the room, hissing low once Zephyr joined him so he didn’t wake up Tony.
“I’m not letting you take him from me.”
Zephyr shook his head, his expression guarded. “I didn’t say that. Are you going to listen, or do you want to keep upsetting Tony by picking fights with me?”
Fury swelled in his middle, and he felt his grip on his current form slip. “Don’t put that on me. You’re just as much to blame as I am.”
They both glared at each other, and Taron could see Zephyr’s famous control slip as lightning danced along his skin. If it was anyone else, he’d comment on how ridiculous it was that they were fighting buck naked. But it was Zephyr, and he was an asshole. No amount of sexy exposed skin was changing that.
“He’s not just yours, Taron,” Zephyr finally said through gritted teeth. Before he could argue again, Zephyr shook his head. “He’s not just mine either. Tonight, he wanted us both. And I’m not going to be that guy who forces him to choose right after sex.”
Begrudgingly, Taron agreed. There wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to wake Tony up and demand he choose between them. It would only upset him, and Taron would rather eat tacks than upset the man.
“What are you suggesting, then?” he demanded.
Zephyr sighed, rubbing his neck with a scowl. “I don’t know. I’d suggest a truce if I thought you’d actually be able to act like an adult.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Taron hissed.
The thunderbird’s raised eyebrow said, ‘you’re proving my point’ without him saying it out loud. Taron wanted to punch him for it, but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right. It bothered him on some level that Zephyr could be so calm about all of this after their history together. It was like he didn’t care.
“What kind of truce?” he asked with a scowl. Because if Zephyr thought they’d be friends again, Taron would laugh him straight out of the apartment. He couldn’t fathom being friends when his heart hurt just looking at him.
“Both of us focus on Tony. That’s why we’re here. And we don’t interfere with each other’s relationships with him. We’ll be civil, at least while he’s around, and give him a chance to get to know us. And once he chooses, the other bows out honorably. I’m not agreeing to this unless I know you won’t cause him pain down the line if he chooses me. I’d rather walk away now.”
A part of Taron wanted to tell him no, so he’d walk away, but he knew it’d hurt Tony if he did. He didn’t want that. He wanted to spoil the man, to help him get better, and eventually have a real relationship with him. If dating for now until he could decide between the two of them was what needed to be done, he’d do it.
“Fine. Truce.” He thrust out a hand, daring Zephyr to shock him like he used to whenever they were forced to interact with each other after their break up.
Proving he could stick to the agreement for once, Zephyr shook his hand without hurting him. They both released the shake with a scowl, and Taron spun on his heel. He was done wasting his time out here. He had a beautiful man in his bed, and he wasn’t going to miss spending the night next to him.
“If he wakes up and you’re not there, he’ll be upset. So hurry up,” he snapped over his shoulder, ignoring Zephyr’s sigh as he followed.
Tony hadn’t moved from where they’d left him, but he did have a furrow between his brow and he looked uncomfortable. He settled a little when Taron snuggled closer, but the biggest difference was when Zephyr’s magic swept along Tony’s side again. The poor man melted as the pain dialed down and buried his face into Taron’s neck with a happy sigh.
“He needs better treatment,” Zephyr murmured.
“I know,” Taron growled. “I’m working on it.”
And starting Monday, he was going to be a lot more persistent about it. Tony wasn’t going to live the rest of his life in pain. Not if he had anything to say about it.