Chapter 16

Sixteen

Mara's words prove to be true. The moment I open the door, Torren grabs me and swings me up in his arms. His lips find mine, and I cling on to him instinctively, wrapping my legs around his waist. Then Morg is there, hugging me from behind, so I'm pressed between their hard, muscular bodies.

"I'll see you the day after tomorrow," Mara calls.

I peer over Torren's shoulder, face heating. "Sorry! Yes, I'll see you soon."

She laughs at us, although a twinge of something dulls her eyes. I make a note to ask her about it another time, when my overbearing mates aren't present and trying to devour me in the middle of the corridor. She waves and disappears back into her office, leaving us alone in the hall.

I'm about to suggest that we head straight to Torren's room when my stomach rumbles loud enough for even me to hear.

"Dinner," Morg snaps between kisses he presses to the side of my neck. "You'll need the energy."

My body goes pliant with desire, and I lean my head to the side to give him better access, even as Torren palms my ass to lift me higher up his body.

"Can't we just skip it?" I whine. "I'm not that hungry."

What I want is them, naked in Torren's bed. I don't know where this intense need is coming from, but if I don't taste them soon, I'll surely die.

"Morg is right," Torren says. "We are not letting you starve, Jasmine."

I groan and release his neck, thinking he'll set me down so we can walk to the great hall together. But Torren keeps me snug to his chest, his arms like iron bands around me. He starts walking, and Morg falls in step with us. He throws his arm around Torren's shoulders, as if he can't bear being even a breath away from us.

"Gods." I squirm as Torren's fingers brush that sensitive seam between my ass and thigh. "You can't carry me in there. Everyone will know."

Morg drags in a deep inhale. "Aye, they'll know. They'll smell your need, love, and they'll know how lucky we are that we're the ones who get to take you to bed afterward."

I bury my face in Torren's tunic. "There will be kids," I complain weakly. "This will scar them for life."

"This is the natural way of things," Torren argues. "And we won't do anything inappropriate in public."

I could argue that smelling like lust and need is inappropriate in itself, but from what I've seen of other orc couples, everyone is likely used to such things. Orc noses are much more sensitive than ours, so I suppose they get used to scenting all sorts of things.

We arrive in the great hall. No one pays us much attention, which relaxes me further. Torren sets me on my feet, though he doesn't let go of me. He leads me between tables to where several orcs are already sitting. I've met Ozork, Torren's friend, while working with Mara, and he gives me a kind smile that stretches his scarred cheeks.

But he doesn't even try to engage me or my mates in conversation—and neither do the other orcs seated at the table. From the way Morg and Torren are piling food on our plates, it's clear they're on edge. They sit on either side of me, their thighs pressing against mine, and I'm so warm between their bodies, my neck and face are flushed with heat. I bite back a grin when a younger orc, Neekar, asks me politely to pass him the butter dish, and Morg snarls at him, then passes it himself.

I place a hand on Morg's thigh under the table and give him a gentle squeeze. "It's all right," I whisper. "I'm here with you."

He lets out a low moan and nuzzles his cheek on my temple. "I know, love. But perhaps coming here wasn't such a great idea after all."

Torren pushes another yeasted roll at him. "Then stop talking and eat."

"Yes, sir," Morg says, his back snapping straight.

Torren gives him a heated look that has Morg flushing a deep green. I giggle, covering my mouth with my hand. Gods, what fun we'll have, I can already tell.

I eat enough stew and bread to satisfy my hunger, then take a juicy purple plum from a basket in the middle of the table and bite down on it, the sweet taste exploding on my tongue.

The next moment, I find myself being plucked from the bench, Morg by my side.

"That's it," he growls. "Dinner's over."

Torren stands as well and stacks our dishes neatly on a tray to take back to the kitchens. He joins us a moment later and leads the way, making a path for us through the crowd while Morg keeps his arm firmly around me, guiding me.

When we reach the less crowded corridor leading from the great hall, Morg swings me up in his arms like a bride. The orcs quicken their steps, and I realize how much they usually slow down for me. Now, they're marching fast down the hallways, past many crossroads and turning points, past rows of doors. We reach the tunnel where their rooms are situated. Morg walks right past his own bedroom and stops in front of Torren's door, waiting for the older orc to unlock it.

We slip inside, into total darkness. Morg walks forward, yet I can't see a thing. He doesn't stumble and instead carries me right to the bed, where he sets me down on the covers.

"One day, we'll fuck you just like this," he promises. "In the dark, so you won't know whose cock will fill your pussy."

The wicked promise sends a shiver of delight through me. But I reach up to palm his cheek, somehow feeling exactly where he is in the darkness, even though I can't see a thing. "I'll always know. I'd know you anywhere, Morg."

He groans and leans down to capture my lips with his. I close my eyes, and a moment later, light filters through my eyelids. I blink, drawing back. Torren has lit a small lantern, giving me just enough light to see.

"I want you to see us tonight." His voice is a deliciously low rumble. He closes the distance between us and adds, "I want you to look me in the eyes when you come on my cock for the first time."

I gasp at the crude words, ones I'd expect from Morg, not him. But it seems that need has pushed my gentle mate to the edge.

"What do I do?" I whisper. "You'll have to show me how you want me."

Morg takes my chin and kisses me again, more slowly this time. "Don't worry, love. We'll take care of you."

He undresses himself with quick, efficient movements, then sits on the bed next to me. He undoes the laces on my dress and loosens the fabric around my chest. I help him by drawing my arms out, then stand so he can push the dress past my hips and to the floor. Torren stands by the foot of the bed, watching us, until I motion at him to join us in bed. He removes his clothes gratifyingly fast, and something rips when he pulls his tunic over his head. He curses and flings it to the floor with an uncharacteristic lack of neatness. My belly squeezes pleasantly at that, at the proof of how much he wants to be here with us.

"We need to make sure she's ready," Morg murmurs at Torren. "She's so small, and I don't want to hurt her."

Torren nudges me to lie back on the pillows. "Aye. And you'll enter her first. She'll take your knot more easily than mine, even though you're longer."

Morg gapes at him for a moment. I think at first that he's offended that Torren is clearly comparing their sizes.

But his voice is a low, breathless rasp. "You'd let me be her first?"

Torren pauses with his hands on my ankles. He'd been inching my legs apart, and I whine a little when he stops to cast a long, serious look at Morg.

"Aye," he says slowly. "Would that please you?"

Morg swallows thickly. "More than you can know. I-I don't know why it should matter." He turns to me suddenly. "Gods, forgive me. We should have asked you. I didn't?—"

"Morg." I sit up again to palm his cheek. "It's all right. I don't care who is first tonight, as long as I get to have you both."

I know this isn't how these things normally go. I should care very much about this, but as I said, I only want to know that it's both of them, with me, right here. Nothing else matters but the three of us.

He leans in and kisses me deeply, his ragged breaths mingling with mine. Then he breaks the kiss and pushes me to lie back down.

"I will be your first," he rumbles, "but you have to give your first climax of the night to Torren. He will make sure you're ready for me, love."

I relax into the pillows, anticipation coursing through me. "All right. But how will this work? Will you wait until he's finished with me, and you'll take turns, or…?"

Now that I think of it, my mind can't let go of the conundrum. The more I try to imagine how this will play out, the less confident I am that I'll know how to do this. We'd played around before, but we took care of each other, and now they're talking of being first and second, and I just?—

"Would it please you better if Morg held you while I licked your pussy?" Torren asks. "Like we did the last time?"

I clench my fists in the covers, then force myself to relax my fingers. "Yes?" My voice sounds unsure even to my ears, so I clear my throat and repeat, "Yes. I don't like the idea of anyone being…left out."

Morg brushes my hair back from my face. "I wouldn't feel left out." Then he hooks his arm under me and lifts me, making room for himself. "But I will never turn down the opportunity to hold you, Jasmine."

The moment I'm wrapped in his arms, my mind goes blissfully blank. This is what I was missing, and now everything is right in the world. It's just like the last time, when he held me while Torren took me apart with his clever fingers and rough licks of his tongue.

The only difference is that the last time, Morg was fully dressed, and now he's stark naked, his skin warm against mine, no barrier between us anymore.

Torren spreads my knees as far as I can comfortably stretch them and settles between my legs. Now he's lying between Morg's spread legs, too. I know they're both thinking of it. Torren wraps one hand around Morg's ankle and caresses the skin there with his thumb. I see how Morg's skin erupts with goosebumps, the reaction so human, I can't bite back a smile.

It vanishes the moment Torren brings his lips to my pussy and parts me with two fingers. His hot breath fans over my already slick lower lips, and he traces the tip of his tongue lightly around my pearl.

"Fuck, your taste," he groans, then licks me in earnest, dragging the flat of his tongue over me. "I've never had anything so sweet."

Morg moves his hands to cup my aching breasts, and when he pinches my nipples between his work-roughened fingers, I cry out, the first tremors of that long-anticipated climax already stirring. What's driving me even higher is the sensation of Morg's hot, thick cock pressing between my ass cheeks, the knot at the bottom throbbing in time with his heartbeat. It would be so easy for him to just take me, right here, and I want it so much, I can barely breathe.

"Torren!" I wrap my fingers in his hair as he sucks on my pearl. "Please, please…"

"What do you need, beautiful mate?"

Morg's growl is more vibration than actual sound, but his words echo right through my chest. I know that they will give me anything I ask for, without judgment.

"Wait," I breathe.

Torren stops immediately, staring up at me. "What is it?"

I gently peel Morg's hands off me and maneuver myself a little, then reach between my legs and grasp Morg's hard cock firmly in my hand.

He shouts, his hips rocking up from the bed. "Jasmine!"

Biting my lip, I look up at Torren, who's watching me, a calculating gleam in his eyes. "Do you think I'm wet enough? Will you help me?"

He gives me a curt nod. "You can take him, sweetheart. And I'll help. I'll help you feel so good."

"What?" Morg is panting behind me. "Gods, I don't want to embarrass myself. Please, Torren, you have to make her?—"

His words are cut off on a low, guttural groan. I notch his broad head at my opening. He's hot and hard, but now that I've smeared his precum all over his length, he's also slick—and so am I.

"Breathe," Torren instructs me. He watches me with slitted eyes, then touches the pads of his fingers lightly to my pearl. "Let me know if it's too much."

"I will," I promise. Then I glance back at Morg, who's staring at me with such wonder in his expression. "This might take me a moment. You're—you're very large."

He huffs out a strangled breath and puts his big palms on my hips. "Take all the time you need, love." His throat bobs. "I will wait for you. I know what I said just now, and it will be hard to hold back, but I'm here for you. Don't hurry."

Torren circles my pearl lightly, and I grow wetter still, coating the head of Morg's cock. I breathe, just like Torren instructed, and manage to relax enough to let the broad head slip inside me. My body balks at the foreign sensation, and I squeeze up, earning a groan from Morg.

He doesn't complain, only rubs his palms all over my skin, soothing me. Gradually, I manage to unclench the unfamiliar muscles enough to sink down another inch. It feels like nothing I've ever experienced, the thick head now nestled in my pussy, nudging at some place I didn't know existed.

"Oh!" I scramble to hold on to something, suddenly unsure.

Torren must sense my spiking panic, because he kneels in front of me. He takes my hands and puts them on his shoulders, anchoring me. His face is close to mine, his fingers still on my pearl, and a sense of safety washes over me immediately.

Following his example, Morg sits up behind me and wraps his arms around me. The warmth of his body is wonderful, and the angle between us changes suddenly. I glide an inch lower on his cock, and my pussy clenches up, pleasure shooting through me.

I come, the tension in me breaking without a warning. It's an avalanche, a blinding force so unexpected, I try to simultaneously scramble away from it and sink down into the joy to keep it inside me for longer.

Morg roars with his release, and I feel the hot jets of cum coating my pussy, adding to the sensation of having his hard cock push deeper inside me. I'm trembling, my entire body sparking with such happiness, tears spring to my eyes. I choke back a sob, biting my lip hard enough to taste blood. Then Torren is there, kissing me, holding me tight as Morg and I come down from our high.

"Fuck." Morg buries his face in my neck and shudders, his arms clenching around me. "Jasmine, that was incredible."

I thought he was going to flop back down on the bed after his climax, but he stays with me, inside me, caressing me all over. He doesn't soften either. This must be something orcs can do, because I've definitely never heard of this happening with a human man.

"Can you go again, sweetheart?" Torren smooths my hair back from my sweaty forehead and brushes a soft, reverent kiss over my lips. "Can you take his knot?"