The Whorehouse Oracle (7 page)

After living in the world
he’d been in for far too long, he wanted to succumb to the fantasy.
In his mind, he
was
their mate, and they were his mighty Kannomite warriors ready
to claim him, ready to lay down their lives to protect
him.

“
Please—” was all he could
spit out.

Tyron stepped even closer and lifted a
shaking hand to Khal’s cheek. He gently touched Khal’s lower lip
and then leaned in to kiss him as Smythe continued to languidly
stroke Khal’s cock. Khal sensed the male held his desire in check,
his body trembling with need. Khal sucked in a breath, overwhelmed
with emotion.

“
Are you
sure
you want this?”
Tyron asked, the storm clouds in his blue eyes showing Khal the
male was concerned.

The simple fact Tyron asked instead of
took spoke volumes about the kind of male he was. Khal knew it
impossible, but Tyron had already slipped past some of the cracks
in Khal’s armor. He looked up into Tyron’s expressive gaze, feeling
consumed in the heat he saw there. “Make me forget all the others.
Make me new again.”

Tyron frowned as he gazed down at
Khal. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“
I thought you wanted me?”
Khal asked, a moment of self-doubt filling him. Had he seen what he
wanted to see in Tyron’s gaze?

Tyron chuckled. “I think I’ve made it
more than obvious I do. I want all you’re willing to give me. But I
also don’t want Smythe pressuring you to give in before you’re
ready.”

Smythe stayed his hand. “I saw the
need in your eyes and only wanted to share your body. I knew we
could give you what you need. I didn’t mean to force you into
anything.”

Khal jerked his hips, urging Smythe to
continue. “I do … need. I’ve never wanted anything more. Please …
don’t stop.”

Smythe restarted his movements,
pulling at Khal’s shaft. Khal let his head fall back and felt Tyron
licking a fiery trail over his throat. His body tensed as the
sensations rocketed through him. Tyron grasped the back of his head
and forced him to look up. He quickly captured Khal’s lips and
speared his tongue inside. Smythe leaned down to nibble on Khal’s
neck as his hand grew more insistent, squeezing tighter and
increasing the pace.

Khal’s hips were soon moving of their
own accord as he let them take over control of his senses. His
knees weak, he wasn’t sure he could remain standing. Their hands
were everywhere, touching every inch of his skin, finding erogenous
zones Khal hadn’t even known he had. He was one large nerve ending,
every touch building the fire within.

The two males began moving him,
lifting him off his feet. Khal’s mouth was warring with Tyron’s, so
he couldn’t see where they took him. Soon enough he was laid across
one of the large boulders at the water’s edge, the smooth stone
under his body cooling some of the fire within.

Tyron climbed the rock and lounged
beside Khal. Tyron’s cock was large and engorged, the swollen head
pressing against Khal’s body. Smythe still stood in the water, his
face in perfect alignment with Khal’s hard shaft. Khal let out a
cry as Smythe took the head between his lips and circled the tip
before sucking most of the length down his throat. His body shook
with need as Smythe sucked him roughly.

Khal leaned to the side and allowed
Tyron to recapture his mouth. Tyron took full advantage, spearing
his tongue inside and tasting every inch. Tyron’s hands roamed all
over Khal’s body, massaging, making the sense of urgency within
Khal build to a fevered pace.

Khal leaned back and stared at Tyron a
moment. “I want to taste you.”

Tyron groaned and leaned in to kiss
Khal quickly before rising to his knees. Khal took Tyron’s cock in
one hand and pressed his lips against the base and ran his tongue
along the length. The male smelled of leather and musk, and the
salty pearl of fluid that had been on the tip exploded on his
tongue. He opened his jaw and let Tyron come into his mouth,
wrapping his lips about the huge member. Tyron was large, too large
for Khal to take more than a few inches into his mouth, but enough
to elicit moans from the male.

Smythe played with Khal’s sac with one
hand while his other hand roamed over Khal’s abdomen, massaging his
body as he swallowed him whole. Khal’s back arched, the pleasure
too much. After so many months of being forced to pleasure others,
having a male focused on his satisfaction was incredible. Sex was a
shared experience, not a one-sided gluttony. Smythe was giving him
something his body had yearned for.

Tyron caressed Khal’s chest, neck, and
face, murmuring words of endearment, not garbled demands for
more.

Khal felt his sac grow tighter, closer
to his body. His orgasm hovered on the edge. Fire danced in his
veins as the sensation grew. He let Tyron’s cock pop from his lips
and he looked down at Smythe to give a warning. “I’m
coming.”

Smythe only sucked harder, increasing
his pace. Khal drew in a deep breath, unable to release it.
Smythe’s hot mouth was heaven, dragging him closer and closer to
the void. Soon, his body clenched, and he screamed as cum shot from
his cock to flow down Smythe’s throat. Smythe swallowed it all,
milking every last drop. Khal’s body trembled in the aftermath. He
was completely overwhelmed by the depth of his release.

Once his heart stopped beating hard
enough to shatter him, he turned back to Tyron and took his cock
back into his mouth. Tyron smiled down at him and brushed a hand
through his hair.

“
This is not going
far?”

Khal heard Artim’s growling voice and
released Tyron’s cock to look past the male. Artim was standing at
the entrance to the cavern, his hands on his hips with anger etched
on his face.

“
I’ve been trying to call
you over your comms for a while now. I worried something had
happened, rushed out to look for you three, all for nothing,” Artim
said before spinning on his heel and leaving the cavern. “I
should’ve known you were rutting like animals.”

Smythe headed for the corridor. “Wait,
Artim!”

Tyron sat down on the boulder and
sighed.

“
I sense a lot of anger
from Artim,” Khal said, hoping to learn more about the
male.

“
Artim is much too serious
for his own good,” Tyron said cryptically.

“
There has to be more to
it than that,” Khal added.

“
He didn’t want to be a
triad member, but after his eldest brother died in the Xakarrian
Invasion, his family pushed him to complete the ceremony for their
family’s honor.”

“
His family’s honor? I’m
sorry—most shifters don’t participate in triads any longer. The
ceremony is somewhat lost on me.”

“
To not be in a triad is
viewed a weakness in Kannom. It’s a sign of timidity, since males
not in a triad are claimed as submissives. A Kannomite warrior is
not weak, and to be considered so is a disgrace. Artim was neither
weak nor submissive, but he doesn’t play well with others and
didn’t want to be grouped with other males. His family turned a
blind eye to his choice until Akim’s passing. Then he was pushed to
join us, against his will. He does his best to be on his best
behavior, but his patience is short, understandably so.”

Khal looked to the opening to the
passage, thoughtful. He wondered if Smythe would be able to calm
the male. Khal stood, knowing it wasn’t Smythe’s job to do
that.

It was his.

Perhaps he could be the glue to bind
them together. And maybe then, they’d never let him go.

Chapter Six

“
Can you not feel he’s
ours? Khal is our mate,” Smythe said to Artim. “Our
fated
mate.”

Artim growled, angered to have found
the three of them playing when there was danger in the air above
them. He gripped his ion torch tighter and aimed the light on the
craggy ground. “You two share him all you want. I’m not
interested.”

Smythe cocked his head to
one side. “I think you lie, brother. I think you
are
interested in Khal.
You sense it, don’t you?”

Artim wouldn’t admit anything, but he
had felt the pull to the little shifter. His cock stiffened the
moment he saw Khal and the need to push inside his body had rocked
Artim to his core. The need to protect Khal was driving him to
insanity, especially since he wanted to protect Khal from even his
own triad brothers.

Artim didn’t share well.

The thought of Smythe and Tyron
touching his little shifter made him jealous and angry. He was
supposed to share with his triad brothers. They were bonded as one.
A bond Artim struggled to hold on to every single day. He was a
loner, through and through. Over the years they’d been together,
Artim had learned to like his triad brothers, even care for their
well-being. They’d shown Artim nothing but love and brotherhood,
and Artim could admit he’d found some peace in that.

But Khal threatened that precarious
connection because Artim wanted the oracle to himself.

“
You’re jealous, aren’t
you?” Smythe asked.

Artim began walking out again, not
ready for this argument and the truth Smythe wouldn’t want to
hear.

“
You are! You want Khal
but can’t admit it,” Smythe cried as he followed Artim down the
corridor. “You want him, without us, is that it?”

Artim stopped and spun on his heels,
jabbing a finger in the middle of Smythe’s chest. “I didn’t want to
sign up for all this, but I’ve done it and work hard every day to
be a good triad brother. Don’t push me, Smythe.”

Smythe grabbed Artim’s hand. “Just be
honest with me. Share what you’re feeling for once. That is how you
forge bonds. Tell me the truth. What lies in your heart,
brother?”

Artim stared down at Smythe. “My truth
would only hurt you.”

“
Then hurt me! I can take
it, Artim. We’re your brothers, forever bonded. And if you continue
to hide everything away from us, then how are we to strengthen our
connection?”

Artim let out a sigh. “Fine. You want
me to hurt you, then so be it. Yes, I want Khal. Without the two of
you to interfere.”

Smythe smiled. “Then you feel the
call. He’s our mate. Do you not see how important this
is?”

Artim was shocked at Smythe’s
reaction. Why did the male stand there with a silly smile
stretching his face? Artim growled, not understanding his brother.
But then, when had he ever truly understood either of them? “Why do
you not seem upset?”

Smythe only smiled wider.
“Yes, it hurts you want to keep us out, but after all these years
of being pushed away, that is nothing new. You now ignore the fact
all three of us sense our connection to Khal. We
share
the same desire
for him. Our bond is true, do you not see that? And seeing that can
only give me hope you’ll let us in eventually. I love you, brother,
and I only want you to open yourself to us. You’re not
alone.”

And if I want to be
alone?
“Always one to see the silver
lining in any pile of shit, aren’t you, Smythe?”

Smythe laughed. “Grunt and growl all
you want, brother—I still love you. As does Tyron. Khal is ours,
and now we claim him.”

“
He’s
my
mate. I don’t want him to
be
ours
.”

Smythe eyed him close before leaning
in to talk lowly. “We share this life. And like everything else, we
share a mate.”

“
Artim?”

Artim looked over Smythe’s shoulder to
see Khal standing there, naked. His skin glistened with the
luminescent water, making him look almost ethereal. Artim’s cock
began to swell and thicken, ready to claim his mate.

Smythe glanced over his shoulder and
then turned back to Artim. “I’ll give you two a moment alone.”
Smythe walked back to the water, gently kissing Khal before moving
on.

“
What are you doing here,
Oracle?”

Khal took another step closer. “I fear
we share something, you and I.”

“
What’s that?”

“
Tyron tells me you were
forced into this triad.”

Artim clenched his teeth for a moment,
a little angry that Tyron had told Khal his history. It wasn’t
Tyron’s place to give Artim’s story to the oracle. “Yes, but I’ve
learned to accept my place with them.”

“
I know a little about
being forced to do something you didn’t want to do.”

Artim looked at Khal for a long
moment. He ached for what Khal had had to do to survive. He was
jealous of Tyron and Smythe’s touches upon Khal’s skin, but he was
a raging monster at the thought of males paying to touch his
mate.

His mate.

Yes, Khal was his.
No.
Theirs.
Artim
wanted to scream, to howl with fury. He didn’t want to share this
beautiful male with another.

Khal took another step closer. Artim’s
body shook as the ragged edges of his control tattered all the
more. “Don’t get any closer.”