Page 41 of The Shapeshifter’s Secretary (Charmed Away Temp Agency #3)
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Zephyr didn’t tell Taron it was too late to save his company. He’d been dealing with the fallout of his VP’s betrayal for a few weeks now. Trying to save what he could. But not only did Martin take most of their money, twisting it so it was a legitimate expenditure signed off by the company to make it legal, he took most of their clients, too. Promises of lower prices and better customer service swayed them. Today, Zephyr officially decided with the rest of his staff to file for bankruptcy. He would use what he had left to pay his staff as much severance as he could, then he’d figure out what he’d do next. Working for Spellbound might not be so bad. Taron was right, it’d be nice if they could all be together.
He didn’t want to think about what was coming. He just wanted to surround himself with as much love and affection as he could. Taron and Tony always made him feel better. For a little while, he just wanted to think about nothing but them.
Thankfully, Taron was always easily distracted by sex. And while he could tell Tony was aware there was more to the story, his sweet and gentle mate never pushed before he was ready. He drew Zephyr to him, kissing him in that soft way that always melted him, no matter what mood he was in.
Taron pressed himself against Zephyr’s back, and Zephyr relaxed a little more. This was right where he needed to be right now.
Clothes went left and right without much forethought. Tony didn’t get as embarrassed anymore about removing his prosthetic, which made him happy, but he had privacy to do it anyway since Taron used the opportunity to seize Zephyr’s lips in a searing kiss. It’d been a long time since they were together like this, without any holding back, and he latched on to the familiar fire that burned through him whenever Taron kissed him.
Tony’s hand around his length drew him away from Taron, a groan in his throat as he turned toward the smaller man. Not that any of them could be considered small, but Tony was smaller than him and a little shorter than Taron’s chosen form. Tony never complained about it, and he honestly seemed to like the many, many times he was pulled into someone’s lap now that it wouldn’t hurt him to do so.
“Here,” Taron said, handing him the lube. He didn’t wait around for Zephyr to start prepping Tony before he shifted lower and ran slippery fingers along Zephyr’s crease. Oh. Taron covered his fingers before he handed the bottle over. That was a fun surprise.
Doing his best to focus on Tony, he squeezed out a healthy amount of lube before reaching between them. As long as he was on his good side, Tony didn’t need the constant stream of magic to keep him comfortable anymore, and Zephyr had to be careful using it during sex anyway. His little mate liked it too much, and they didn’t have any incubus magic to skip recovery time anymore.
Taron’s fingers twisted, brushing over his prostate, and he groaned, leaning his forehead against Tony’s shoulder. “Fuck…”
Biting his lip did nothing to hide the amusement dancing in Tony’s eyes. Usually, it was him that was all blissed out and struggling to focus. He was enjoying Zephyr being the center of attention for once.
“Keep it up, Nokah. I’ll–” Zephyr’s threat was cut off when Tony wrapped his fist around Zephyr’s cock right as Taron’s fingers thrust against his prostate again. His whole body shuddered with pleasure, and he felt dangerously close already. He needed to get a move on if he wanted them to get to the fun part.
“Taron. Help me get Tony ready, and I’ll put you in the middle next time,” Zephyr bartered.
Taron’s fingers slipped free, and he rested his chin on Zephyr’s shoulder, watching curiously. “Is Tony vying for the brat title tonight?”
Not just vying. He was winning. He kept up his strokes of Zephyr’s cock, his other hand playing with his balls to keep him well and truly distracted. There was no way he could do a thorough job with Tony distracting him like this.
“I don’t know… I kind of like the take-charge version of Tony. It’s hot,” Taron waffled, his grin wicked.
He didn’t have the mental capacity to put two brats in their place at the same time. But at least while Taron wasn’t fingering him anymore, he could better focus on stretching Tony. He got three fingers deep before Taron returned to teasing him, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He reared up, rolling Tony onto his back so he could position himself between his thighs.
“We’re going to talk later about you joining up with our resident brat,” he grouched, even as he pushed inside his mate. Tony moaned, his eyes going unfocused as Zephyr seated himself inside the tight grip of Tony’s ass. He was divine, and every time Zephyr was inside his mate, it felt like the first time. He hoped that never changed.
He felt Taron move in behind him, and he put one hand against Tony’s hip to push some magic his way. They were always careful with him, and he was taking most of the weight himself instead of leaning too heavily against Tony, but this was still new for them, and he didn’t want Tony getting hurt. Tony gasped and arched under the assault, making Zephyr grin. Payback was fun.
The blunt tip of Taron’s cock pressed against his hole, and his breathing stuttered. It had been so long, and he craved the explosive connection they had together. His eyes rolled back as Taron pushed inside him, and it took running through his weekend plans in his head to keep himself from coming too fast. Now he knew why Tony was so happy to be pressed between them all the time.
“Shit, you’re tight,” Taron gritted out, his hands gripping Zephyr’s hips tight enough to bruise. Zephyr didn’t care. He welcomed the bite of pain.
“It’s been a while,” Zephyr admitted. He generally preferred to top. He liked the control. The only other time he ever gave up that control was when it was just him and Taron, and they were exploring their interests. Neither was willing to give up topping for the other, so they had to share the experience.
Panting drew his focus, and when he glanced down, Tony looked wrecked and a little desperate. Zephyr took a second to make sure there wasn’t any pain in his expression before pulling out a few inches and thrusting back in. Tony cried out, latching onto him as he clenched around him.
“I don’t know who’s more into this,” Taron laughed breathlessly. “You or him.”
He opened his mouth to respond when Taron drew back and thrust in hard. He shouted as pleasure overtook his senses. Every time Taron fucked into him, it shoved him harder inside Tony. The man underneath him shouted and babbled, his hand latched onto Zephyr’s forearm to ground him. He loved this. While Zephyr and Taron generally liked to top, Tony was very much a bottom and would be happy to take them both if they offered.
He made a mental note to mention the idea to Taron. He’d love it.
While he’d wanted to drag this out, he wasn’t sure how Tony lasted while in the middle like this. Not only was he taking pleasure from both sides, he was also surrounded by his men, by their love and support, and the emotions it drew from him were almost as good as the waves of pleasure.
“Close…” he warned, the telltale tingle in his groin signaling his incoming release. He wanted it to last longer, to spend all night like this, but it felt too good. He couldn’t hold back.
Tony drew him closer, kissing him just as Zephyr’s control broke, and he fell apart at the seams. It dragged on and on with each thrust of Taron’s hips, and when Tony cried out and clenched around him, his eyes rolled into his head. Taron wasn’t far behind them, shouting as his hips stuttered and heat filled his channel. Zephyr groaned into Tony’s mouth, his free hand reaching back to hug Taron to him when the shapeshifter draped himself on Zephyr’s back. He didn’t care that Taron was heavy, and his legs were shaking after such an intense release. He didn’t want them away from him for even a second.
When he couldn’t hold himself up any longer, and there was too much risk of hurting Tony, he carefully tipped onto his side, dragging Taron with him. Tony immediately snuggled close, tucking his face against Zephyr’s neck. It always made him smile when Tony did sweet things like that, and he rewarded him with a kiss against his temple.
Taron’s arms snaked around his middle, and he found one of Tony’s hands, lacing their fingers together. Giving them the connection they needed while they took the time to recover. They’d end up with Tony in the middle again, as they always did, but for now, Zephyr needed the comfort his mates provided. And yes, he planned on telling Taron he had the same kind of devotion pulling in his chest when he looked at Taron as he did when he looked at Tony. Later. When he felt the shapeshifter wouldn’t spook about things moving too fast. They were both putting in the effort to fix their relationship, and he had no doubt they’d get there in the future, but he wasn’t going to put more pressure on it than there already was.
Taron lifted up enough to kiss just under his ear before resting his chin on Zephyr’s shoulder again. Zephyr tipped his head to rest against Taron’s, loving the easy connection between them.
“Tell me the truth. Can we save it?”
He sighed. “No. But maybe together we can get payback.”
He’d read plenty about the many takeovers that Spellbound had accomplished over the years. They were the top company in several areas for a reason. They could be cutthroat if they needed to be. And Taron was one of the CEOs. If anyone could help him get revenge, it was his lover.
Taron hugged him tightly, comforting him. “I’m sorry. I promise it was never what I wanted. I always wanted you to succeed. My buyout suggestion was entirely selfish. I just wanted you closer.”
He understood that. It irked him sometimes, sending his boyfriends off to work together while he stayed behind.
“I’m not living in the city,” he countered.
Taron shook his head, digging his chin into Zephyr’s shoulder a little in punishment for the remark. “I didn’t say you had to. I like it here. Tony likes it here. Don’t be a dickhead.”
He chuckled, tipping his head back to kiss Taron softly. Tony was already asleep, worn out and sated was an excellent way to get him to sleep well, so for now, it was just him and Taron figuring out how they were going to handle what happened next. The most important part for both of them was that they’d handle it together.