Chapter Three

Adam

I try and control my movements as much as possible, wanting to appear like I’m completely in control. It couldn’t be further from the truth, but I’d still like to project that.

Cory is bouncing up and down like a horny puppy, and I think we’re going to start there.

I’ve never had the chance to dig into the urges I get because when it’s just me and Cory it’s a little tricky to balance them out with how sweet they are, how utterly soft and perfect even while they’re choking on my dick, but now that Delaney is going to play with us I think it’s time to see what fun I can stir up.

“Cory, I want you kneeling on the bed. Unbutton your pants but don’t take them off yet. I want you facing me and leaving enough room for Delaney to kneel beside you.”

I watch as Cory’s eyes light up at my bossy tone, and I find myself wishing I had a button up shirt on so I could undo it slowly for dramatic effect. “Delaney, are you comfortable without the blanket?”

“Why do I keep needing to remind people that I’m a bodysmith? I would be a nudist 100% of the time if it wasn’t illegal. Clothes suck.”

She drops the throw blanket and tosses it onto Jackson, who is…sitting on August’s lap. “Okay, what the fuck is this?”

I watch as August’s hands run up and down Jackson’s thighs, on the outside at least, and Jackson is just completely relaxed and leaning against his chest. “What is what?” Jackson asks with a smirk.

“Oh my gods, I just had the best idea. What if you two sat like that naked and I could have a double decker dick sandwich?” You’d think Delaney just got a million dollar idea based on how excited she looks.

“Yes, yes, you enjoy them very much; going to need you to focus that energy on what I’m trying to do, though. Delaney, get your ass on the bed.”

She salutes me as she releases the ponytail her hair’s been slowly falling out of, completely confident in her incredible curvy body.

She immediately turns Cory’s face to her so they can kiss, and I think all of us are holding our breath, listening for the sound of the wet smacking that happens every time they part a few millimeters. Cory is adorable and seems completely unsure where to put their hands, so Delaney takes charge, pushing them down until they’re on their back and she’s hovering over them, all without breaking the kiss.

“She’s such a fucking pro,” August whines.

Fuck. I was supposed to be bossing them around. “Straddle their legs, Delaney. I want to see that ass up in the air.”

Does she listen? Nope. She flips me off and pulls the shirt I discard over her head before it hits the bed. I imagine it’s still warm from my body and I’m suddenly jealous of the fabric. Then she pulls the collar up and sniffs it, inhaling deeply. “This feels like a covered titty occasion after all,” she says, and I think she’s doing it to help Cory feel more comfortable. I know she wasn’t lying about her comfort being naked, and I know she’d prefer that, but I also can see that Cory is trying their best not to get too overwhelmed and having a completely naked Delaney all up in them seems to be sending them into a panic-induced spiral.

The t-shirt does jack shit to cover her ass because she’s so damn tall, but it’s sexy as hell to see her ass peeking out underneath it.

I can’t say I’ve never seen her naked before because we’ve hung out a lot, but I doubt she knows I’ve seen her naked.

Fucking art form.

Once Cory is on top, I get on the bed and kick off my pants, not even caring if we take it further, just wanting to be close to my people and hold them without all the clothing barriers in the way.

I push them to their sides and plank above their bodies, my necklace dangling and kind of getting in the way, but I can’t take it off.

“What is that?” Delaney breaks her kiss with Cory when my necklace hits her arm and she reaches up to inspect it, gasping when it clicks for her. “You kept the friendship necklace I gave you when we were eight? I don’t think I even had boobs when I bought that. I’m actually impressed it’s still intact.”

“I might have gotten it enchanted to stay strong,” I admit.

“But…do you always wear it?”

Moment of truth. “Remember that denial I was talking about? I haven’t taken it off since you gave it to me. I just bought a longer chain so I could hide it. I like having it next to me, especially when I moved to campus and you couldn’t be here.”

“Come here.”

I lean forward, studying her facial expression and desperate to know the thoughts that are weighing on her mind.

Just when I think she’s going to be romantic and tame and do something that will ensure I know she’s feeling as sappy as I am, she leans a bit closer and flicks me in the middle of my forehead. “You’re so damn stupid! Are you kidding me right now?”

Fuck. She’s climbing out of bed, and I hate it.

“How many fucking signs do you need before you understand how fucking obsessed with me you are?”

I rub my face, a smile threatening to escape. “I knew I was obsessed with you; I just didn’t want to believe it was in a way that meant I wanted to play with your titties.”

She fakes a gag. “Gross. Why the fuck did you say it like that? I’m putting pants on. Cory, let’s figure out dinner. I think we have something we can put together. No other dicks allowed out there. I need peace.”

I look down at Cory, all splayed out and ready to go, completely sexually frustrated, then at my own body that’s ready to go as well and hate the way this is playing out. I can’t even say she’s wrong though, because she’s not. At all. “I’ll get you off later,” I whisper to Cory before they follow Delaney out to the kitchen.

“You’re a dumbass,” August casually says to me as Jackson stands and stretches, seeming to regretfully leave his brother’s lap.

“You guys are fucking weird.”

“We don’t kink shame in this household!” Delaney yells from the closet.

I look at the bed longingly as I stumble out of it, resigned to walking around half naked since she stole my shirt. When she comes out of the closet, she’s got it tied above her belly button, and I realize for the first time that there’s a tattoo on her hip I had no knowledge of.

“What the fuck is that ugly thing?”

“Dude,” Cory reprimands. “You’re really bad at this ‘being Delaney’s boyfriend’ thing.”

I feel a happy grin on my face. “Is that what I am?” I wrap my arms around Delaney’s bare waist and bury my face in her hair. “Am I your boyfriend?”

“Don’t make me gag again. You’re being mean.”

The twins look too happy though. “Come here, babe. We've got to show them what it looks like when all our cute matching tattoos are in order.”

“What the fuck? You guys got matching tattoos?”

“They’re definitely not matching. We just had a wild date night a few months ago and thought it was a great idea in our inebriated state to break out Jackson’s tattoo gun. Look at my masterpiece!”

She pulls up the shirts on the twins, exposing ‘Free’ and ‘Willy’ with fucked up letters.

“How does that have anything to do with yours?” I get closer, inspecting the planet with two moons orbiting around it. She bats her eyelashes and looks at her mates. “I’m their planet. The moons are them.”

“Whatever. I could do better.”

“I’m not taking that bait. You’re not getting anywhere near my tattoo gun,” Jackson declares as he pulls Delaney in for a kiss, shoving her between him and his brother. Do they even know how to show her affection singularly, or do they do everything together?

“Love you, baby. Don’t listen to that tool. The tattoos you gave us are perfect, even if it’s going to make things weird when your friend Wil sees them. He might think it’s odd I have his name on my hip.”

“At least somebody appreciates my art. You want to help me with dinner, Cory?”

“How come you’re sweet with Cory?” I ask, a little irritated I keep getting sassy Delaney. Maybe she just needs a good spanking.

“ They didn’t suppress their emotions for so long that it led to stunted emotional intelligence. You’ve been in love with me for years and instead of allowing it to happen, you’ve shoved it deep down and convinced yourself that we could only be friends. I’m allowed to be salty. Just because I’m getting on board with the whole ‘I want to play naked games with you’ thing, doesn’t mean our history isn’t going to come into play. Especially when we’re in the middle of horning me up and you do something that reminds me of something stupid you’ve done. Cory and I don’t have this big messy thing from our past to deal with, and they’re sweet. So, they get sweet Delaney. Simple. And my tattoo isn’t ugly, it’s perfect, you ass.”

I give them a few minutes to start pulling shit out of the cabinets and fridge before I deem enough time has passed and need to be around them again. August and Jackson can go suck each other’s dicks for all I care, I just want Delaney and Cory.

Besides, there’s something about earlier that is still bugging me, and I need to know if I missed anything. So I wander out to the main living area and watch Delaney dance around the kitchen as her and Cory start to chop things, not even caring what they’re making because I can’t get over how adorable they are together. If I can just understand that I need to be good to Delaney like I’m good to Cory, maybe I can stop putting my foot in my mouth. Easier said than done though when we’ve been best friends so long.

“So, Delaney, while we were out in the courtyard, I saw something strange. Any idea why the headmaster was staring through the window like a creep, focused on you?”

She freezes and drops the pan she was about to set down on the stovetop. Then she moves a bit too carefully, clearly deciding on what she should say. Eventually she shrugs and waves herself off. “I accidentally sucked him off. If he was acting weird, it was probably because of that.”

“Fucking excuse me?” I stalk towards her, whipping my head towards the twins when they just start cracking up. “You had somebody in your mouth that wasn’t one of us?”

“It was an accident, okay? And it’s my fucking body.”

“Okay, I need to hear this story,” Cory says, clearly amused while still seeming slightly alarmed. Why is no one else freaking the fuck out?

“Look, you guys can’t tell anyone, okay? He was ready to go quit his job and tank his career over a stupid accident that was mostly my fault anyway. Did you know he has two dicks? That was a fun fact I did not think I needed to know about our headmaster.”

“He’s a naga,” Cory says. “His power base is what helped him secure the job. Nagas are scary but not necessarily evil. And they’re called hemipenes.”

Now I’m seeing red. “How the hell do you know about the headmaster’s dick? You have something you want to tell me?”

“Oh, calm down, you oaf. You know I like to learn things. The only dick I want is yours, and you know that. Stop acting like you’re being threatened.”

Delaney goes in for a high five with Cory, giggling at the way they handle me.

“I don’t think I like the two of you teaming up against me.”

“That sucks,” Delaney says immediately. “You introduced us and now we’re soulmates so you’re going to have to deal with it. Hey Cory, you want to have a slumber party tonight?”

“Ooh, yes! Yes!” They’re jumping up and down as I stare at her couch, hoping it’s comfy enough because there’s no way in hell I’m sleeping in my dorm if they’re both here.

“Okay Delaney,” August says, wiping tears from his eyes, “only you could accidentally give the headmaster head. How the hell? Please enlighten us.”

“I cannot stress enough how much this needs to stay in this room, though. I'd feel terrible if he lost his job because of me and my bad decisions."

“But you’re a conduit,” Cory says helpfully. “It’s not against the rules to court students if they’re conduits. Can’t really turn down who the goddess handpicked for you,” Cory says as they narrow their eyes at me.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m a dumbass. Continue.”

Delaney winks at me and leans over the counter to pat me on the head and call me a good boy. “Positive reinforcement is supposed to be good, right? Keep admitting you’re a dumbass when you’re being a dumbass, and we will be far better off.”

She turns back to pour some soup base into the pot and stir it, talking while she works. “We need to keep an eye on his sister, Shelly— Wilford was saying to be careful around her because the headmaster is like really protective over her or something. Shelly complained to the headmaster that August and Jackson couldn’t live in the dorms, not realizing we were mated now, but really just wanted them gone because goddess forbid, I have something she doesn’t. She’s on a power trip.

“Even though Mr. Aspis gave me special dispensation for August and Jackson to live here when I applied, he felt like he was being pressured to retract that. I let him know that it’s all above board since we’re mated now.

“Guys, I felt lust pour off of him, but it wasn’t the kind I normally sense. It recharged me a bit. So, there’s something going on there that we’ll have to face at some point, when he’s ready to address it. I don’t know. Maybe not.

“He was perfectly respectful, didn’t make me uncomfortable, I promise. We had our talk and I left, but I only took a few steps away from his office before I realized I left my sweater in his office. I spun around and opened the door without thinking, and he was…”

“You better continue that sentence,” I growl when she pauses.

“Can you pass me the pepper over there, Cory? Thanks.” She kisses them on the cheek, and I watch Cory’s cheeks flush. Adorable. “He said he was just yelling at his body to calm the fuck down; he must have been squeezing himself to wrangle himself under control or something.”

“So, when you say you felt lust, you mean you felt lust , right? Like the kind you feel from us?” Jackson asks as he pops a tortilla chip in his mouth.

“I could tell he didn’t want to be in the position he was in, but whatever. I tripped on his rug as I stepped towards the chair where my sweater was, and I somehow fell perfectly on top of him. My face landed in his crotch because of course I’m an idiot and fell hard enough to knock us both over, and while moving, his hand that was in his pants shifted so that his entire double dick delight was exposed, right where my mouth was.

“We both were shocked and frozen for a sec because what the hell do you do in a situation like that? Then we scrambled apart, and he started profusely apologizing. Honestly, I didn’t hate it.”

“That’s because you’re obsessed with dick,” Jackson says as he pops another chip in his mouth.

But I’m seeing red. “How the hell are you two okay with her touching another man? Like, how is that okay? Why aren’t you pissed? Why aren’t you ready to storm across campus and pound his face in and put him on blast?”

“You’re being a dumbass again,” Delaney warns.

“Let’s get one thing clear,” August says as he steps into the kitchen. He carefully pries the spoon out of Delaney’s hands and puts it in Cory’s and then carries her to the corner so he can put her on the counter and step between her legs.

“We’re in her life because we’re fucking hers. She doesn’t get off on the overprotective bullshit. She’s an adult and a fucking conduit and gets to touch whoever the hell she wants to touch.” He’s talking to me, but he’s facing Delaney, making sure she knows the truth in his words.

They’re difficult words to agree with, though.

“I can’t even say it’s the bond that we’ve solidified that makes this easy to accept because even before we fully claimed each other, I felt the same way. I think Jackson is on the same page.”

Jackson nods as he keeps munching on his snack like we’re just talking about what to watch on tv later.

“We trust her judgement. We understand that what we have with Delaney is separate from whatever she has with anyone else. This is where you keep fucking up,” he says as he turns to look at me.

“You don’t get to own or control her. If you want to be in her life, that’s how it’s going to be. If you’re going to be in her life, then you have to understand that means you’re fitting yourself around her.

“That’s why she’s the planet and we’re the moons. She’s our fucking mate, and we know the goddess gave her a lot of mates because she needs them. She’s the only one for us, so we need to support any decision she makes. Otherwise, we lose her. So yeah, we’re not pissed because she said it was an accident and we believe her.

“If she wants to kiss or fool around with you and Cory, she can absolutely do that and we’re not going to feel betrayed, even though you’re not even officially courting.” He turns back to Delaney, running his hands up and down her legs until he gets to her waist and wraps them around her lower back and pulls her into his chest, cradling her. “Whatever affection she chooses to share with others is her business, because we know she won’t give it freely. She’s only going to give it willingly to people she feels comfortable with, those she feels deserve it, or have earned it. We know she’s a conduit and we’re just two of the many mates she’ll take. We don’t know what it’s like to balance multiple relationships, we haven’t been raised to do that, have never wanted to do that, so we leave those decisions up to her.

“Even if she had felt a moment with the headmaster and they decided to fool around on purpose, and she told us, we wouldn’t be upset, because she has to feel free to explore things with people so she can make informed decisions on who to invite into her life permanently. We know she’s always coming back home with us.”

He helps her off the counter and kisses her on the forehead before striding right up to me and getting in my face. “Remember that. If you make her feel like she has to check in with you and ask for permission on everything, she’s not going to want to come to you when she needs affection. She’s going to feel nervous and wary and like she has to hide things from you if you teach her you’re going to react badly.

“She’s a conduit. You said you were okay with having that in your life, and this is a big part of it. You don’t get to be mad when she touches other people because the goddess told her she was allowed to. Pretty sure the goddess trumps your whiny ass. Now you’re going to help Cory finish dinner so my brother can eat her out. You stressed her out and I need to hear her scream.”

Chips abandoned, Jackson carries Delaney out of the kitchen, shoulder checking me as he leaves. Her bedroom door closes, and I’m left standing there, feeling empty.

“We’re going to figure this out,” Cory promises as they wrap their arms around me. I feel their soft curls brush against my neck and smell the lingering scent of pear from Cory’s favorite soap on their skin, and I soak up the moment.

It takes me a minute to muster up the bravery to admit what I’m really thinking out loud but at some point, I need to just fucking bite the bullet and stop trying to keep everything about her to myself. “I don’t know if I can learn to share her.”

Cory grabs my face, and then full-on licks me from chin to hairline. “That sucks. You’re going to do it anyway.”

And then Cory turns around and starts barking orders at me, jarring me out of my own head so I can try and keep up with whatever they decided we’re having for dinner.

It takes a bit for me to understand Cory’s genius, how perfect they are for me that they’re able to just snap me out of my spiral before it gained any momentum, and I find myself smiling as we finish throwing things together and start on dishes while everything cooks.

It’s not domestic bliss yet, but we’re going to get there as long as I have all these people in my life that will keep pushing me where I need help getting to.