Chapter 10

Chapter

Ten

Triton and Cerran were going to drive him mad.

From the moment they had all touched hands, the two big warriors had been…well, hunting him. Stalking him.

Tracking him down and flaunting themselves at him. Like at the pool the other day. They had arrived without swimsuits, but that hadn't stopped them from stripping down and joining him.

No shame at all—not that they had any reason to be ashamed. They were absolutely beautiful, muscular and strong, perfect specimens of dragons. Naturally, Elowyn desired them. Practically everyone who saw them did with the possible exception of Rowan.

But when he had seen others look at them at the pool, he had wanted to flame their eyes out.

It was unreasonable, really.

He was a healer, not a burning-other's-eyes-out-er.

Or even a scratcher, for that matter, but he had almost clawed a pretty little omega who had bumped into Cerran in the pool.

Really, he was going to have to speak sternly to them.

Clothes at all times in public.

Or in pseudo-public, which was when he was in their apartment. No walking around with all their parts hanging out for him to ogle. Which he did when he thought they weren't looking.

Because they made him incredibly happy in the deep of the night, when his hand was around his cock. He could pull out all the visions he had of them, all the incidental touches they'd given him.

All the wild fantasies of being able to be surrounded in their need.

Elowyn pulled in a deep breath. No. Nope. No way. Okay. What did he need to clean next?

Maybe he needed to sweep the baby's bedroom again.

"Elowyn? Are you here, omega?" Triton came through the main room, wrapped in a robe, which was…what was that about?

"R-right here, alpha." He could smell the ozone of Triton, and it was addictive.

"Ah, there you are. Come and have coffee on the deck with me and Cerran." Triton grabbed his arm and swept him along.

"I was going to—" Oh, it was a beautiful day out here, and Cerran was…wearing very little.

"But you have cleaned everything within an inch of its life, and we would like to see you." Propelling him, Triton steered him outside.

He was sat between them, and they were both so very close.

Cerran smelled of wind and hot skin, and Triton of that lightning storm that was always within him.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" Cerran asked.

"I—the baby…"

"One glass of wine a piece. No one will be impaired."

"And she is down for her afternoon nap," Triton added.

"Oh. Oh, then, yes. I—I would. Yes."

"Good, good." Cerran reached over to grab another glass and pour him some delicious-smelling wine. They had good taste in it, both of them. Triton preferred dry, Cerran a little more fruity, but both were lovely.

"It's a beautiful view."

"It is." Triton was staring right at him.

Elowyn tried not to squirm. "So how was training today?"

"It went well." Cerran beamed.

"I'm glad…" He had no idea what to say.

"How was your day?"

"Good. Good, Leilani is trying to learn to crawl, and she burped sparks when she wanted her rattle." It was adorable, and proof that she was using her will.

"Ah, the process of learning to use and hold fire…" Triton chuckled, then his face fell. "My brother took a very long time to keep his in."

Cerran stiffened, and Elowyn wondered what that meant.

Actually, it didn't matter. He turned to Triton and pressed his hand against Triton's bare chest. "I would ease your pain."

"Oh." Triton put a hand over his, those quicksilver eyes widening.

"Thank you," Cerran murmured. "His brother was banished from the keep many years ago. No one has heard from him since."

"How awful." He put more effort into easing the tightness in Triton's chest. "So much you two have been through. You don't have to carry this alone. You can release it into the wind, little by little."

"I have tried, hailee. You make it easier."

They both called him hailee often now. It was such an affectionate term, and it made him blush every time.

"I—" His fingers curled, and he caught himself licking his lips. He wanted to know how Triton tasted.

Cerran leaned in close on his other side, and he felt steam slide over his neck. "Mmmm. You smell good, Elowyn."

"I—do…do I?" His entire body shivered.

"Yes, hailee. I can smell your need." That low voice slid right down his spine, making him moan.

"It's intoxicating." Triton pressed the advantage as he swayed, leaning to kiss his forehead.

His body tightened, and his cock filled in a rush. "I don't know what to do…"

"Don't think so much, Elowyn. We will not hurt you." Cerran nibbled along his neck, and he jumped.

"Oh! But I don't want to—to make a mistake."

"This is no mistake." Triton sounded so sure.

"Not one bit," Cerran said. "This is perfectly wonderful."

"Yes…" It was, but it was also so scary. What if he made them angry later and had to leave? It might break his heart.

Triton brushed his hair away from his face. "Shh…no. You will not, hailee. You have my word."

"And mine," Cerran agreed.

"I want to believe that. I'm not the most…experienced dragon."

"You don't need to be." Now Triton kissed him in earnest, lips closing over his.

He gasped, pure electricity flooding him and making his entire body tingle. Yes!

Oh, hailee. You are so fine.

That was Cerran. He knew it. And he wanted to hear that voice in his head forever. So warm and happy and wicked.

He's perfect. He smells like ours. Triton's voice buzzed through his brain.

He is ours.

All Elowyn could do was pant, letting Triton take his mouth. Until Cerran pulled him around to take a kiss from him as well. He might explode.

Triton's hands dragged over his body, and his cock filled, bobbing and begging for attention.

You are wanting, hailee. Let us touch you.

I—Am I meant to be working?

Not now. Triton slid both hands down his back, lifting him into Cerran's lap.

You are not our employee. You are our beloved hailee. Cerran's need suffused him. You are ours.

He reached up to grab Cerran's shoulders, letting Cerran press him back against Triton. Oh, he felt—He could just fly, he was so happy. His body knew what he wanted even if his mind was uncertain. And he didn't want them to let him go.

They seemed to agree, and somehow four hands felt like twelve, twenty, more. They touched him everywhere, pushing into his clothes, stroking him.

There was no hiding from this, and Elowyn arched up, begging with every muscle in his body.

When the kiss broke for air, Cerran smiled at him, steam coming from his nose. "I love how you taste."

"You taste good too. Both of you."

"He is good, no?" Triton leaned on him to kiss Cerran, the pressure perfect.

He'd never seen anything prettier than Triton adoring Cerran, and Cerran loving him back.

Then Triton was turning him to kiss him, and it went on and on. There seemed to be this…melding of the three of them.

His entire body felt as if it were on fire, his energy swelling and spinning. Light seemed to infuse him, surrounding the three of them in a glow.

They shone together.

Yes.

That wasn't two thoughts, or three.

It was one—theirs.

Elowyn moaned, his body bucking, and he was very afraid he was going to come from just this. Just kissing and rocking against them.

What if you do?

We'd never tell.

Who would we tell? We'd know.

He panted, his body straining like it did late at night when he was dreaming about them. About them in his bed.

Ours is bigger. Cerran nibbled his ear, making his eyes cross.

Oh. He arched so hard he worried his spine would snap. He shot, his hips bucking and sawing back and forth.

Tears flooded his eyes, and he held on, shaking with his emotions.

Hailee. Both of their voices blended into a low, happy sound that echoed in his mind.

He leaned on them, not sure what else to do. He would have to go get Leilani soon, and?—

"Come shower with us." Cerran lifted him off them and stood, then pulled him up.

"Oh. Yes. Thank you." He was sticky.

And the water would wash away his panic at what came next.