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All thought of clothing fled my mind as Nikolas knelt behind Dain. He rubbed a big palm up Dain’s back, then gripped Dain’s shoulder and urged him to his forearms.

I held my breath.

Nikolas pushed Dain’s cheeks wide and plunged his mouth to Dain’s cleft.

“Gods,” Dain grunted, hanging his head. “Oh…fuck!”

“Mmm,” Nikolas hummed, digging his fingers into Dain’s cheeks. He pulled back slightly, giving me an unimpeded view of his tongue darting in and out of Dain’s body. Then he pressed his face deeper, rocking Dain forward as he licked and sucked.

A hot, restless ache bloomed between my thighs. I squeezed my hand over my mouth as a moan built in my throat. Guilt warred with arousal, and the voice in my head screamed at me to leave, but my feet remained rooted to the forest floor.

Dain’s shoulders trembled as he braced himself, his wet hair swinging with his movements. “Now,” he grunted, a plea in the command.

With a final lick, Nikolas straightened. He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth, then spat into his palm. His eyes burned as he stroked his cock, his gaze on the furrow of Dain’s ass. “You ready for me?” he demanded, his voice rough.

“Yeah,” Dain answered in the same tone.

“Show me.”

Dain cursed. He said nothing, and he didn’t move. But Nikolas sucked in a sharp breath.

“Fuck, yes,” he breathed, working his dick faster. “Such a hungry little hole. Blushing for me.”

My pussy clenched. The moan in my throat struggled to break free.

Nikolas pushed one of Dain’s cheeks wide. Then he guided his dick to Dain’s entrance and eased his hips forward, his cock disappearing between Dain’s buttocks.

Both men groaned. Slowly, Dain rolled his hips. Nikolas let his head fall back, his gaze on the moonlit sky.

“Fuck,” he whispered, a plaintive note in his voice. “Oh, fuck, this is going to last about three seconds.”

Dain grunted. “Then make it good.”

Tipping his head back down, Nikolas gave Dain’s back a tender look as he gripped Dain’s hips. “I always make it good.” Nikolas pulled back, then rocked forward, sliding deeper into Dain’s ass.

They groaned together. Then they moved together, rocking slowly at first and then a little faster.

“More,” Dain panted, squeezing one hand into a fist on the ground. “Give it to me.”

I stared, transfixed as Nikolas obeyed, pumping his hips harder, his thighs slapping against Dain’s ass. Sweat beaded Nikolas’s forehead, and the muscles in his chest bunched and flexed as he increased his pace. He scooped his hips, and Dain released a pleasured whimper.

“There,” he gasped. “Right there. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Nikolas laughed, but the sound was strained. “As if I could.” He draped himself over Dain’s body, nipping at the larger man’s shoulder as he fell into a ruthless rhythm.

The slap of their bodies echoed through the trees, and the river beside them seemed to shiver with the power of Nikolas’s thrusts. The men moaned and gasped, lost in each other.

Nikolas’s pace grew uncoordinated, his hips bouncing off Dain’s ass. His fingers turned white as he dug them into Dain’s hips. “I’m coming,” he panted. “Fuck, I’m coming.” He gave a short bellow and then slammed home a final time, his body shaking.

Dain trembled with him, his low groan soaked in pleasure. He waited a beat.

Then he moved.

It happened so quickly that I stumbled backward, just barely managing to muffle my squeak as the men rearranged themselves. In a blink, Nikolas was on his back, his legs spread and Dain on his knees between them.

Dain’s cock thrust from his hips as he loomed over Nikolas, who sprawled on the riverbank, his chest still heaving from his release. His sated dick flopped on his stomach, the tip glistening with semen.

“My turn,” Dain rasped in a voice like gravel.

Nikolas’s lips curved into a lazy smile. “By all means.” He stretched his arms above his head, the picture of languid surrender.

Dain spat into his palm and stroked himself once, twice, his length glistening in the silvery light. Then he hooked his hands under Nikolas’s knees and pushed them to his chest, folding him in half.

“I’m ready,” Nikolas drawled, smile in place.

Dain’s nostrils flared, his gaze on the split in Nikolas’s buttocks. “I see that.”

Nikolas’s smile grew. “I took care of things while you were playing with your hair.”

“You are such a mouthy dickhead,” Dain murmured, his expression caught between amusement and lust.

“You love my mouth.” Nikolas pulled his knees higher, exposing himself completely. “And other parts of me.”

The amusement fled Dain’s face, leaving only lust. “I do,” he rasped, guiding himself to Nikolas’s entrance. For a moment, they both stilled, their eyes locked in silent communication. Then Dain pushed forward, and Nikolas’s mouth opened on a breathy gasp.

Dain’s forehead furrowed as he pressed forward, entering Nikolas in one slow, smooth stroke, his balls pressed hard against Nikolas’s ass.

“Gods,” Nikolas whispered, clamping a hand on Dain’s shoulder. Dain leaned over him, one palm braced on the grass next to Nikolas’s head. Creamy seed slid slowly down Dain’s inner thigh.

Nikolas’s seed. As Dain began pumping his hips, more semen tracked a glistening path down his leg.

My knees loosened. I bit my lip harder, the pressure between my legs unbearable.

Dain’s movements were fluid and graceful, his powerful hips rolling as he claimed Nikolas with unhurried thrusts. Nikolas wrapped his legs around Dain’s waist and then tugged him down for a kiss.

Their mouths met in a passionate tangle, their groans joining the soft, wet sound of Dain’s cock spearing Nikolas over and over.

“Harder,” Nikolas rasped against Dain’s lips. “Make me feel it tomorrow.”

Dain’s growl rattled the night. Rearing back, he grabbed Nikolas’s wrists and pinned them above Nikolas’s head with one hand. He used his other to shove one of Nikolas’s legs higher. Then he drove into him with punishing thrusts, each punch of his dick drawing grunts from both men.

“Like this?” Dain demanded, snapping his hips.

“Fuck, yes,” Nikolas gasped, tossing his head on the grass. “Just like that.”

Dain fucked him harder, water droplets flinging from his hair. The slap of their bodies grew louder, the smacks echoing sharply.

Nikolas’s cock, which had been soft against his stomach, began to harden again. With each of Dain’s thrusts, it bobbed and swelled until it stood proud once more.

“Look at you,” Dain panted, releasing Nikolas’s wrists to wrap a tight fist around Nikolas’s shaft. “So greedy, getting hard for me again.”

Nikolas bucked in Dain’s grip, his mouth open on a gasp. He dug his fingers into the grass, clinging to the ground like he worried he might fly away. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not,” Dain grunted. “I’m giving you what you want.

” He bent over Nikolas, his blue eyes sheened with possessiveness.

“And you want everything, don’t you?” Dain pumped his hips— slap, slap, slap —delivering three vicious thrusts that made Nikolas cry out.

“You want a big dick in your pretty hole and a tight fist on your cock. Isn’t that right? ”

Nikolas squeezed his eyes shut, his features twisted in ecstasy as Dain continued working his shaft. “Yeah. Oh fuck, yeah. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Me too,” Dain grunted. “Fuck, here I come.”

They cried out together. Creamy ropes spurted from Nikolas’s dick, semen splashing Dain’s hand and Nikolas’s chest. The sight seemed to tip Dain over the edge, because he gave a hoarse bellow before shuddering as he pumped against Nikolas’s ass.

For a long moment, they stayed liked that, panting and trembling. Then Dain pulled out and collapsed beside Nikolas on the riverbank. They lay shoulder to shoulder, chests heaving as they stared at the stars twinkling in the sky.

“You weren’t kidding about making me feel it tomorrow,” Nikolas said with a breathless laugh.

Dain turned his head, his expression soft. “You asked for it.”

“I did.” Nikolas looked at Dain, the move turning his face away from me. But his tone was affectionate as he tangled his fingers with Dain’s. “And I’ll ask for it again.”

I lowered my hand from my mouth. At last, the voice in my head persuaded me to leave—to stop intruding on the conversation that was somehow more intimate than sex.

My legs shook as I picked my way toward camp, braced for a shout to signal that I’d been caught. But no sound came, and I stumbled back to my bed of ferns with a guilty conscience and two thoughts buzzing in my head.

I hadn’t thought of Corvus once as I watched the men.

And things had just gotten a whole lot more complicated.