Hyacinth, Scarlet - Craving Owen [Tides of Love 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove) (19 page)

Kyllian’s heart hurt for the man. “The truth,” he answered. “He needs to know, to protect himself.”

Alcharr didn’t answer, apparently musing over his future conversation with his younger sibling. Yane, however, gave Kyllian an inquiring look. “Do you know where the crystal is?”

“Sandros showed me, yes,” Kyllian answered. It had been the first thing Kyllian asked. Even if the destruction of the current physical form of the crystal would not solve the root problem, it might help them with healing the king. Besides, he had a wedding to stop, and they didn’t have time for any other better ideas.

“It’s in the castle. It seems there is a passageway beyond your parents’ quarters.”

Yane groaned. “There’s no way we can get in there now. My father will most likely feel us.”

“We’ll have to wait until tomorrow then.” Kyllian had suspected that much already. “It will be better since everyone will be distracted with preparations.”

Yane got up. “Come on. We can sneak you inside the palace tonight and deal with the rest in the morning. We don’t have much time anyway.”

Kyllian agreed, and they left the inn, paying close heed to not to be seen departing together. As they progressed through the city, Kyllian stole the occasional look at his companions. They didn’t speak, and Kyllian didn’t try to initiate conversation. He followed behind Yane and slipped into the palace grounds. With his magic and the nymph as a guide, it was easier than Kyllian expected. True enough, they almost got caught once or twice, but they eventually escaped notice. Soon, they reached Yane’s room, whereupon Kyllian found himself facing two other men, a dryad and a young eagle.

“Finally,” the dryad said. “Where have you guys been? Who is this?”

Kyllian arched a brow. Apparently, Yane and Alcharr had made an unexpected addition to their group. “I’m Kyllian. And you?”

“Dorien, an old friend of Yane’s,” the dryad answered. “What are you doing here?”

Judging by Dorien’s comments, the man didn’t know about the situation. Kyllian decided to ignore the question and turned his attention toward the eagle. “And you must be Valderr,” he said. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you from your brother.”

Valderr offered him a shy smile. “Thank you for your help. We really appreciate it.”

“Did anyone come looking for us?” Yane inquired.

Dorien shook his head. “No, but there’s something going on. The guards seem more numerous than ever. With the wedding, security is strict, but it really increased tonight.”

“It’s okay,” Yane answered. “We’re back now. Go get some rest. Tomorrow is a big day.”

Dorien looked confused and reluctant, but Valderr pulled him toward the exit. Before they could leave, Alcharr stopped his brother. “Don’t trust Father, Valderr,” he said. “Whatever you do, don’t be alone with him. He’s being controlled by an outside force and he might hurt you.”

Valderr gave him a pained glance but nodded. “Thanks. I’ll remember that.”

Without further ado, Valderr and Dorien left the room. Kyllian plopped down on a comfortable armchair, studying Alcharr and Yane. “You didn’t tell him the truth,” he noted.

“With Dorien here?” Alcharr said in a disbelieving tone. “You must be kidding.”

“I didn’t say you should have,” Kyllian shot back, “just that you’ll probably need to do it sometime in the future.”

Alcharr sat down on Yane’s bed. “I’ll worry about it when the time comes.”

Yane joined the eagle and wrapped his arms around him. “It’s okay. We’ll save your father.”

Alcharr turned to look at Yane. Moments passed in silence as the two men just stared at each other. They seemed to have forgotten about Kyllian’s presence altogether, so Kyllian just remained silent and watched.

Slowly, gently, Alcharr lowered his lips over Yane. The mouths of the two met in a kiss that seemed more like a comforting caress than a lustful endeavor. But as the kiss went on, Kyllian sensed the atmosphere change. Alcharr’s hands started to explore Yane’s body. He pushed the nymph down on the bed, covering Yane’s body with his own.

In turn, Yane started tearing at Alcharr’s clothing, rubbing against the other man wantonly. Kyllian’s cock went rock hard as he watched them. Careful not to make any noise, he undid his breeches and cupped himself in his fist. He moved his hand up and down his dick, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on the men in the bed.

Clothes flew off in a flurry of passion, and Kyllian bit his lip against the moan that threatened to come at the first sight of his companions’ naked bodies. Alcharr broke the kiss between him and Yane and licked down Yane’s torso, lapping at the other man’s skin. He lingered over Alcharr’s nipples for a few moments, then went lower down, following the treasure trail of dark blue hair to Yane’s hard cock.

The moment Alcharr took Yane’s dick in his mouth, the nymph’s eyes shot open. His gaze met Kyllian’s and he gasped, finally remembering Kyllian’s presence. Alcharr must have sensed something was wrong, because he moved away from Yane.

Immediately, Kyllian got up and walked toward the bed. “Don’t stop,” he said. “Continue to suck him. Now.”

Alcharr stared at him, at first seeming shocked. But then, he once more turned his attention to Yane and lowered his mouth over the nymph’s cock. For a few moments, Yane looked like he wanted to protest, but what man would refuse a blow job? Kyllian smirked as he sat next to Yane on the bed. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “Just enjoy it.”

Yane moaned in reply, and Kyllian could no longer hold himself back. He pressed his lips to Yane’s, swallowing the nymph’s gorgeous cries. Yane tried to wrap his arms around Kyllian, to pull him closer, but Kyllian held him down, immobilizing his arms with one strong fist.

He tore his mouth away from Yane’s. “Oil?”

“Nightstand, I th—” Yane panted out. A moan swallowed the rest of his sentence as Alcharr did something with his mouth that seemed to drive Yane wild.

Kyllian followed Yane’s instructions and found a bottle of oil in the bottom drawer. He placed it on the bed within Alcharr’s reach. “Alcharr, get him ready.”

Instantly, Alcharr obeyed. Never once stopping his motions on Yane’s dick, he reached for the oil and poured some on his fingers. Yane spread his legs, exposing himself for Alcharr’s exploration. Kyllian’s mouth went dry at the sight. He couldn’t resist the guilty pleasure of watching Alcharr’s fingers invade Yane’s body. Releasing Yane, he made his way to the back of the bed, giving the two men room to maneuver.

Yane’s moans were increasing in volume as Alcharr’s digits pierced his body, so Kyllian threw a shield around the room, just in case. He caressed the curve of Alcharr’s back, sweeping his hands over the smooth feathers. Finally, when he realized Yane was seconds away from coming, he squeezed Alcharr’s hip. “Stop. Move away.”

Yane let out a cry of protest as Alcharr released his cock and stopped the finger-fucking. “What? No!”

Kyllian just smirked. “You’re doing what I say now, little nymph. Got that?”

Yane gulped, his beautiful face flushed and his eyes gone stormy with frustrated pleasure. As their gazes met, the nymph nodded. Kyllian suppressed a chuckle. He’d never expected to find such delicious submissiveness in two men with such strength. “Now, get Alcharr ready.”

As he spoke, he used a spell to lift Alcharr’s body in the air and flip him over. The man’s bulk made maneuvering somewhat awkward without magic, and his wings, while beautiful, took some getting used to. At any rate, Kyllian didn’t intend to press Alcharr and Yane into bondage play—not yet. Flying beings in particular weren’t really receptive to that sort of thing, although Alcharr could be the exception. They would explore the possibilities later, not now when the two lovers were hardly in an emotional state to consider such a thing.

Kyllian hoped they would accept. He hoped he and the others would live long enough to try to make it work. Because he knew that such a relationship would need to involve the other three men, as well. He’d lived too long to not recognize genuine affection when he saw it, and there were clear bonds between Owen, Hash, Sassaki, Yane, and Alcharr.

Smiling to himself, Kyllian held Alcharr in his arms. The eagle met his gaze dead on, pressing his naked body to Kyllian’s. Kyllian suppressed a groan as Alcharr reached for his dick and wrapped a strong fist around it. A small smirk appeared on Alcharr’s lips, and Kyllian wanted to give the man a lesson he would never forget—a lesson in pleasure.

“Take my clothes off,” he told Alcharr.

The eagle shuddered visibly but proceeded to do as ordered. Alcharr leaned back and allowed the other man to work his boots and pants off. His shirt went next, and Kyllian gestured for Yane to wait until Alcharr finished. At last, the three of them were naked together on the bed and Kyllian surmised it was finally time to have his way with the two men.

With a brief nod, he silently told Yane to continue. The following second, Alcharr gasped, his fingers digging into Kyllian’s shoulders as Yane’s fingers pushed inside him. From his angle, Kyllian couldn’t see too well what Yane was doing, but judging by the trembling of Alcharr’s wings and body, the eagle must be enjoying it a lot.

Alcharr pushed against Yane and back toward Kyllian, as if unable to decide where he wanted to be touched most. His cock leaked pre-cum on Kyllian’s thigh, and this time, Kyllian no longer held back. He pulled Alcharr close and pressed his lips to the eagle’s, greedily demanding entrance. Alcharr opened for him and Kyllian invaded the other man’s mouth, tasting him, delving deep, massaging Alcharr’s tongue with his own.

A groan from Yane reminded Kyllian he needed to involve the nymph as well, not that he had forgotten. He broke away from Alcharr and flipped him over once again. The man let out a sound that seemed to convey surprise, dismay, and annoyance, and Kyllian decided to give him one last chance for an out.

“I want to fuck you, Alcharr,” he said. “Would you like that?” He stole a look toward Yane. “Do you two want to share your bond with me? Decide quickly.”

Yane just nodded, while Alcharr answered, “Yes. Yes, please.”

“Good answer.”

With that, Kyllian placed Alcharr on all fours and caressed his naked hip, waiting. “Go on. I want to see you fuck him.”

Alcharr didn’t wait for further encouragement. He maneuvered Yane in a similar position, murmuring soft words of encouragement and endearments. Oddly, Kyllian didn’t feel left out, but privileged for being accepted in such a special moment.

In one single thrust, Alcharr slid home. Yane’s gasp mixed with Alcharr’s moan, the two echoing each other’s pleasure like only longtime lovers could. Kyllian would have been humbled, and in a sense, he was. At the same time, though, he knew that, in spite of the connection of the two, he himself shared a bond with them. He could feel it, sense it calling out to his magic.

The eagle stilled inside Yane’s ass, and Kyllian didn’t delay in taking the offered opportunity. Without giving Alcharr a single warning, he pushed inside. The cries of his two lovers were even louder this time, and Kyllian distantly realized that his own grunt had joined them.

Alcharr’s ass was hot and tight around his dick, and only the ages of discipline and control Kyllian had lived through kept him from coming on the spot. He tightened his hold on Alcharr’s hip when the eagle would have tried to move and, with his other hand, traced the texture of one of Alcharr’s feathers. It provided enough of a distraction to keep him from exploding like a youth of barely fifteen winters.

When he thought he could move without embarrassing himself, Kyllian pulled out of Alcharr and thrust back in. Into this motion he put all the strength of his inner self and all his frustrated desire for the men he’d never actually thought he would have. Over and over, he pushed in and out Alcharr’s channel, aiming for his man’s prostate. Alcharr and Yane moved with him, and they fell into a perfect rhythm of carnal pleasure, pushing, pulling, grinding, groaning, again and again, until Kyllian thought he would lose it.

On instinct, he slapped Alcharr’s ass as he rode him. Alcharr went wild, howling as if he were a canine shape-shifter, not a Golden Eagle. Kyllian increased the pace even more, delivering well-placed strokes on Alcharr’s buttocks and thighs. He loved the red glow that appeared on Alcharr’s ass and distantly made a mental note to test some of his special crops on it as soon as they made some clearer arrangements.