The Whorehouse Oracle (11 page)

Khal took a deep breath. “I think … I
think he is your twin. I think your father sent him away because he
was born deformed. While you were raised a prince, he was raised in
poverty. Only when his power was found was he of use to your
father. He hates you, Agarri, but if the triad can free him and
open his heart, he can learn to put away that anger and he can
learn to love you, too.”

“
Hates me?” Prince Agarri
whispered. “How can someone I didn’t even know existed hate me? I
almost hope this isn’t true. I ache from the knowledge.”

Drayden lifted one of Agarri’s hands
to his lips. “We don’t know it’s true, love, not yet. The supposed
oracle has yet to prove himself to me.”

“
He has proven himself to
me,” Artim said firmly.

Khal squeezed Artim’s hand tighter,
strengthened by the male’s support.

“
And me,” Smythe
said.

Tyron gazed at his cousin. “Our mate
has done nothing yet to show him as dishonest. He helped your mate
and helped our triad heal. He is ours and we are his. That in
itself should be enough to prove his worth as our fated
mate.”

Drayden stared at Tyron as Khal fell a
little deeper in love.

Drayden stood slowly and walked over
to Khal. He stared a moment before shocking Khal by bowing at the
waist and taking Khal’s hand in his. “I am honored to meet my
cousin’s mate.”

Khal bowed in return and rose feeling
lighter than he’d ever felt.

Drayden inhaled deeply. “And who is
this mighty triad who is to free and claim this powerful twin of my
mate’s?”

Khal shook his head. “I don’t know
names. But one of the males is exceedingly large, with part of an
ear torn off.”

Drayden’s eyes widened. “Amaden? I
didn’t think that hard male would ever find a mate. He’s not the
gentlest of males. Perhaps this isn’t the mission for
him?”

“
It will take a strong
male to weaken Agarri’s brother and make him see reason. The other
two, one was of white hair, nothing like I’d seen before, and the
other had odd greenish eyes. They’re all strong of body and mind,
stronger than they’re given credit for.”

Drayden closed his eyes for a moment
before reopening them. “We’re to send a triad of misfits to find a
powerful shifter, who if exists, could be the end of us
all?”

“
Who you see as misfits
are only males misunderstood. Their differences are the thing that
will speak to Agarri’s twin. His deformity was viewed as a
weakness, him, a freak. They understand his pain all too
well.”

Drayden looked thoughtful a moment. “A
very wise summation, Oracle.”

Khal fought the smile that sprang to
his lips. “Does this mean you believe me?”

“
I’m a male who likes to
see proof. But between my cousin, his brothers, and my mate, they
seem to have plenty of faith in you, so who am I to argue? I will
send the triad to seek out this other male and bring him here.
We’ll see how right you are then.”

Khal lowered his head and bowed
slightly. “You’ll see. This will turn the tide. The end is
nigh.”

Drayden frowned slightly before
spinning on his heel and walking back toward Agarri. “Cousin, go
properly claim your mate. We’ll dine later and you can tell me more
about your trip to the planet.”

Khal felt a rush of excitement run
through him. His body was more than ready after three days of
almost constant play with one lover or another. Or two. But he’d
yet to have all three at once and he needed them all, to know he
was fully claimed and would forever be their male.

Chapter Ten

Khal knelt at the foot of their bed,
the bed they’d now share together, once he was officially mated to
the triad. Officially mated meant all three of the males would have
his body, and they’d join as one. Khal had never expected his life
to make such a drastic turn, coming from lowly whore to the mate of
a warrior triad. After such an inauspicious start to his life, he
now knew he’d go through all the hell again if it meant he’d be
gifted with such pleasure later on.

All those things he’d endured, his
past had made him who he was and had put him on the path to his
triad. No, he’d not been able to see his own fate, but that hadn’t
stopped fate from pulling the threads and putting him where he
belonged.

In their arms.

But not quite yet. In the days they’d
spent learning one another’s bodies while heading to the base, he’d
quickly discovered how much he liked the kiss of pain along his
flesh. His males had smiled, the dark lusts on their faces showing
Khal they appreciated his newfound desires. They’d spanked him and
paddled him, pushing his boundaries even farther.

Now, he knelt at their feet, his head
down, as he awaited their instruction.

“
Crawl to me, slave,”
Artim said as he sat in a chair across the room.

Khal obeyed, padding over to the large
male and stopping inches from Artim’s naked body. He’d learned he
couldn’t touch Artim without visions, so Tyron would have to come
to negate Artim’s effect.

Tyron sauntered over seconds later,
hovering behind Khal. “Lift your ass higher, slave.”

Khal did as instructed, a smile
playing across his lips.

“
You find this funny,
slave?” Artim asked.

“
And if I do?” Khal asked,
being naughty enough to tempt Tyron to use the paddle he held in
his hand.

“
I’d say he needs to learn
a lesson about being an obedient slave,” Smythe said as he walked
closer, hefting another paddle.

Khal shook all over, the need for them
to punish him intense. “And you think you’re the male to teach me?”
Khal asked Smythe.

A light glimmered in
Smythe’s eyes. “I
know
I’m the male to teach you, as are my brothers. You think
we’re not worthy to educate you in pain?”

Khal wiggled his ass against Tyron’s
hand. “Do your worst then.”

“
I think he talks too
much,” Artim said. “He needs a fat cock between his lips to keep
him quiet.”

Khal lifted one eyebrow at
Artim.

Artim glared at Khal and held the base
of his thick erection. “Suck my cock, slave.”

“
Make me,” Khal
whispered.

Artim reached forward like a shot,
grasping the back of Khal’s head. Before the visions could come,
Tyron grasped an arm around Khal’s midsection, facing away from
Artim and in perfect position to paddle Khal’s ass.

Artim shoved his cock against Khal’s
lips. “Open to me.”

Khal refused, all the while loving the
forceful play.

Artim growled. “Make him cry out in
pain, brothers. Make him open to me.”

Khal wasn’t sure who laid the first
paddle to his skin, but he thought it was Smythe. It didn’t matter,
as it wasn’t strong enough to get Khal to follow Artim’s
instructions.

“
Again!” Artim roared.
“Harder! He’s being unusually disobedient tonight.”

Khal smiled again just before Tyron
let down a hard swat to his ass. Khal cried out, his lips pulled
open involuntarily. Artim took advantage of the moment and pushed
his cock between Khal’s lips. Once inside, there was no reason to
fight any longer. Khal craved the taste of Artim’s flesh and began
sucking the huge member ferociously.

Artim’s heavy breathing and sighs of
pleasure mixed with the echoes of the paddles hitting Khal’s ass.
Khal lifted his ass as high as he could, needing every strike he’d
earned. Soon, his ass was heated and stinging, just as he loved.
The punishment continued, pushing Khal’s boundaries yet again. Khal
moaned, the pain nearing his limits. He’d never had two of them
working his ass over at the same time, so he reached the edge much
too quickly tonight.

He released Artim’s cock with a pop
and looked over his shoulder. “Mirror!” His safe word spoken, his
masters immediately stopped spanking his bottom and leaned in to
gently kiss the battered flesh on his rear. Khal turned back to
take Artim back into his mouth, but Artim turned him
away.

“
No, little one. It’s time
we filled your body and made this official,” Artim said.

Artim offered Khal a hand, lifting him
to his feet. Khal turned to look at the bed, where Smythe already
laid, his cock in one hand, ready for Khal to slide onto him and
impale himself on the rod.

Tyron held a tin of lubricant and
coated his cock before reaching in for another handful. He tossed
the tin to Smythe and reached for Khal, who went into Tyron’s arms
willingly. Tyron smeared the oil along Khal’s ass, sliding two
fingers inside to make sure he was well lubricated. “Go, get on
your first lover.”

Khal smiled and crawled on top of
Smythe, straddling his mate’s lap. He pushed his ass against the
thick cock and reached down to help direct the tip inside him. Once
the head was a fraction of an inch inside, Khal moaned and slowly
let his ass swallow the shaft. In an instant, he was filled with
Smythe’s cock, the first puzzle piece laid in place.

Artim climbed into the bed and knelt
at Smythe and Khal’s head, again offering his length to Khal to
suck. Khal didn’t wait, hungrily taking his lover between his lips
as Tyron pressed the tip of his cock against Khal’s greedy hole.
Surging inside, Tyron and Khal moaned aloud, the final piece in
place.

Khal sucked Artim as deep as he could
and a sense of wonder filled him. They were now one, made
physically whole.

Artim clasped Khal’s head with both
hands and began to move his cock in and out of Khal’s mouth, all
while Tyron moved in and out with heavy thrusts of his cock. They
worked in tandem, one retreating as one entered, Smythe below,
taking short, measured strokes in time with Tyron. Khal was
overwrought; the union he felt to the three males, along with the
emotion of the coupling, was just too much for him. His body shook
with need and his orgasm raced toward him much too
quickly.

Tyron’s pounding only made the flesh
on his ass burn all the more brightly, and reminded him of his
decadent punishment at their hands. It also reminded him of their
quick retreat at his safe word. Knowing he could trust them,
something he’d innately done, was more than he could ask for.
They’d always been rough with him, but within the boundaries of
what he could take, and never, not once, had they pushed too hard
without stopping when he’d demanded it.

The males surged inside his body,
giving Khal everything they had and then some. Khal held on to the
frayed edges of his control, hoping he could ward off the impending
orgasm, but it built to fever pitch too quickly, no matter how Khal
tried to hold it back. His body jerked, and then buckled under the
pressure. A shot of pleasure raced up his spine seconds before his
cock shook, and cum shot from the tip and spread between him and
Smythe.

His reaction caused a domino effect.
Smythe was first, his body stiffening within a few strokes after
Khal’s release. Smythe cried out, lifting his hips as he filled
Khal with his seed. He continued to pump into Khal, milking his
cock and emptying his load.

Artim soon followed, pumping a heavy
load down Khal’s throat, spurt after thick spurt. Khal raced to
swallow it all, but some escaped and trailed down his chin and
neck. He sucked Artim dry, cleaning the thick cock of all the
remnants of Artim’s orgasm. Tyron came moments later, filling Khal
with his second load in his ass. Heat flooded Khal’s bottom,
marking Khal as theirs.

The males carefully pulled from Khal,
gently lowering him to the bed below. Tyron and Smythe lay on
either side of him and Artim lay at the head of the bed, not far
from where he’d been during their lovemaking. All three of the
males lazily caressed Khal’s flesh, drawing circles with their
fingertips, unable to stop touching him.

They loved him. He knew it in their
touch; he felt it in their stares. But the words had yet to come.
He wanted to say those words as well, but was afraid to be the
first, in case he’d only seen what he’d wanted to.

But now, after being joined together
in the most primal way, the words bubbled forth. He opened his
lips, the phrase pouring forth. “I love you. I love you
all.”

Khal was shocked at the vehemence the
words had come and was almost embarrassed by their alacrity. He
turned to his stomach and grasped Artim’s cock, attempting to put
his mouth to good use to prevent him from saying something stupid
again.

Artim pulled his cock away, refusing
Khal’s advance. The massive warrior leaned down and pressed his
lips against Khal’s while the other males stopped moving their
hands, but didn’t retreat from touching him.

“
I love you, too, little
one. You’ve made me whole, and I can’t express how much I feel for
you,” Artim whispered against Khal’s lips.

Khal was overcome, the emotion behind
Artim’s words nearly breaking him. Before he could respond in any
way, Smythe leaned up on his elbows and kissed Khal gently. “You’ve
made us all whole, tying us together in a way I never expected. I
love you, Khal.”