“Not cool. So not cool.”
Krakken was still laughing. Cloud looked up to see if anyone noticed. Yup. His table was in the center of the ballroom. Since he was now officially the guest of honor among the dragons and staff, that’s just the way it had to be.
Cloud thought it was more of an attempt from the owner of the building to further humiliate him by making him the center of attention.
Deimos leaned in, kissed his cheek, and those who were sitting at the tables around them made awwwing noises at the sight. Mostly that seemed to be the women. The dragons clapped their hands and whistled.
At least the noises they made meant they weren’t likely to hear what Deimos had to say in Cloud’s ear.
“We’ll make it up to you.”
It was a combination of the kiss, the words, and the warm breath that ghosted over Cloud’s skin that made him shiver like that, despite how hot his body suddenly felt. His dick jumped. Cloud clenched his teeth, forcing himself to get a grip.
“If you keep on doing that,” he warned. “I’m gonna humiliate myself, and you’re going to have to spend a long time making up for that.”
He wasn’t sure if he meant time in bed, or just in general.
“You want us to take you upstairs?” Krakken asked.
Cloud clenched his fists, then winced since he forgot about his hand in a cast. “Yes, I do.”
“Careful, Krakken, I think he might just stab you if you tease him anymore.”
“What?” Cloud looked down at his hands. Oh. He was clenching them around the fork and knife. Well, the hand that held the knife was just barely holding on with the cast getting in the way. That probably explained why Krakken was smirking over the potential threat. It wasn’t easy to look threatening when his fingers could barely hold the knife with the damned cast on. Great.
Despite warning Krakken, Deimos leaned in again, doing that sexy, warm whisper-in-the-ear thing that was making every hair on the back of Cloud’s neck and arms stand up. “Want us to take you upstairs and handle your little problem?”
Cloud snorted. “Little, he says. That’s easy for you to say. You’ve been dealing with the mating heat every summer for like a hundred years. You’re used to it.”
“You know we weren’t going into heat when we were children, right?” Krakken asked, smirking behind his wineglass.
“You know what I meant.”
Deimos sighed, grabbed on to Cloud’s hand beneath the white tablecloth, and brought it to rest between his legs.
His mind was so fogged up with lust and frustration, that he was ashamed to admit it took him a couple of seconds to realize what that huge hard thing was Deimos was making him touch.
“Does this feel like I don’t suffer for you?”
Cloud swallowed hard. He shook his head. “I…I guess not.”
“Wanna touch mine while we’re playing this game?” Krakken asked. “Never been into public shit, but this could be fun.”
“I’m fine,” Cloud squeaked, pulling his hand back and sitting in his seat. He tried to push it back and stand, but Deimos pulled him back.
Cloud blinked at his mate, confused. “What? I thought we were going to go upstairs?”
And now he needed it more than ever. Touching Deimos’s cock like that hadn’t exactly done anything to help Cloud’s cock. In fact, he was pretty sure he was going to have to hold a book in front of him or something to hide the white spot that was no doubt forming on his crotch at this very minute.
He just had to get his hands on a book, first.
Deimos shook his head. “Finish your dinner. Then we’ll take care of the rest of your needs.”
Krakken reached across the table and snatched a shrimp out of an elaborate white bowl, popping it into his mouth. “Just trust us that you’re going to need your energy for what we do to you.”
Cloud’s breath got caught in his throat. His breath actually got stuck in his throat. That sort of thing just never happened.
He dug into his meal, slicing his steak and shoving delicious pieces into his mouth. Because it was cooked properly, not dry, he could eat it quickly without worrying about pieces getting stuck in his throat, like when he tried to cook pork chops for himself, Elliot, and his uncle.
Geoffe always bitched about his cooking skills.
Krakken laughed and said something to Deimos over Cloud’s head, but he was too busy scarfing down his veggies and salad next to notice.
“At least take your time on the wine, sweetheart,” Krakken said.
Nope. Cloud was going to ignore that warning. He downed the wine, and his head didn’t spin or anything. It might later on, but he wasn’t going to worry about that right now.
“I’m ready,” he said, wiping his mouth with a fancy-looking napkin, the kind that needed to be washed instead of disposed of.
He’d just pushed back his chair, but Deimos and Krakken pushed theirs out faster, and there was the sound of cheering when Deimos reached down and pulled Cloud up into his arms.
“Let me enjoy this, sweetheart,” Deimos said.
More heat in Cloud’s neck and face, and then there was more loud cheering and whistling as Deimos walked through the tables, toward the door.
Krakken stood where he was a moment and addressed the crowd. “Thank you for allowing us to honor our mate. May you all find yours in due time, but, you know, we kind of want to be alone with ours right now.”
There was laughter as Krakken turned to run and catch up with Deimos. Cloud saw red.
He reached out to swipe at the man, but missed, and Krakken was still laughing as Cloud was carried out of the ballroom like a bride.
His kisses were always so sweet, always so comforting, despite how gruff Deimos could be. It was one of the things that eased the anxiety within him, that made him look forward to what they were about to do to him.
“We’ll be gentle and slow,” Deimos promised.
Cloud shook his head. “I don’t want to be gentle and slow.”
Krakken chuckled. “Trust us, right now you do. We’ll work our way up later, but for now we’re going to take our time.”
Cloud groaned, but he nodded. Fuck. He knew they were right. If they both just shoved their cocks into his asshole, they were going to rip him wide open. They would hurt him, and that would probably put a damper on the mood.
Cloud heard the cap of the lube being opened. He turned his head to the other side as Deimos kissed and gently bit down on his throat. Krakken poured the lube onto his fingers. He was very generous with the amount he used. Then he pressed his fingers to Cloud’s hole.
Cloud hissed at the unexpected cold, then settled as it warmed.
“Sorry,” Krakken said.
Cloud shook his head. “I wish I didn’t need it. Wish I made my own like you, too.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Deimos said, still petting, still kissing. “It’s more intimate this way.”
“Besides, some dragons still use it. It’s not like there’s no reason to ever buy this stuff just because Deimos can shove away at me, y’know?”
Cloud felt his face and body go warm. His blush probably extended all the way into his chest this time around, and he couldn’t seem to make it go down.
Krakken laughed at him. “God, you’re so cute. I can’t believe you’re still a blusher.”‘
“I can’t either,” Cloud muttered.
Deimos laughed this time as well, but it felt better when his mate leaned forward for a kiss while Krakken pressed his fingers into Cloud’s hole.
He didn’t think he needed too much preparation. He’d had a fairly healthy sex life—more than healthy—ever since they’d taken him as their mate. He wasn’t loose. He was pretty sure he was still tight. That’s what Krakken and Deimos said anyway, but it was getting easier for him to loosen up, to relax and accept their cocks whenever they fucked him.
Cloud moaned, pushing his ass back against those fingers that hooked and scissored inside him.
“Eager,” Krakken said.
“Very.” Cloud sighed, and he clenched his asshole around the fingers inside his hole just to prove it.
He felt the buzz of lust that rippled through Krakken’s body. He felt the heat of the other man rise up. He could usually feel these things whenever they were in bed together. It was as if he was able to sense his mates’ reactions to him, to everything around him, so much better than he should have been able to. He was so in tune to everything they felt, even the pleasure.
Deimos stroked his cock slowly, watching the show as Krakken pushed his fingers back and forth, adding a third, and then shocking Cloud when he pulled out, added more lube, and pressed four fingers inside him.
Cloud hissed. Krakken paused. “Too much?”
Cloud forced his body to relax. Thankfully, it did fairly quickly. “I’m okay. I’m good.”
He heard the soft sigh that came from Krakken. “Good.”
“Don’t push yourself if you can’t,” Deimos said.
Cloud looked at him. “H-how the hell can you sound so calm and…and collected when you’re stroking your cock like that?”
Deimos smiled through the red on his face, and the way his eyes were half-lidded, his lust apparent, just made Cloud all the more eager to get both of these men inside him.
Then he thought of something that nearly made him panic. “You’re not going to shove your whole hand in there are you?”
Krakken burst out laughing. Cloud could feel the way his body and his fingers shook, especially considering those fingers were still inside his ass.
“N-no, no. Not unless you want me to,” Krakken said.
Cloud thought about it. He shook his head. “Not. Not ready for that.”
While having both Deimos and Krakken’s cocks inside him at the same time might have been about the size of a human fist, Krakken’s hand was enormous, and Cloud was nowhere near ready to have that bad boy shoved inside his hole.
“Maybe we can save that for our ten-year anniversary,” he said, puffing out his words through the lust that was taking over.
Deimos shook his head, but leaned in for another kiss.
Cloud couldn’t take it anymore. It felt like Krakken would be busy back there, stretching him wide for another few minutes, and Cloud wanted to do something for Deimos.
“Sit in front of me,” he said. “Put your legs on either side of me. I want to suck on your cock.”
He was aching for it. He wanted to hear Deimos moaning in pleasure, and he wanted to put his mouth to good use while Krakken got his hole ready for their use.
Deimos’s eyes almost seemed to glaze over. He did as Cloud suggested, adjusting his body, putting his knees on either side of Cloud’s shoulders so that as Cloud was bent over the side of the mattress, he was also at the perfect angle to give Deimos the pleasure he needed.
Deimos stroked his hands through Cloud’s hair, gently scratching at his scalp, in just the way Cloud liked.
“Do it. Suck on my cock,” Deimos said, taking his heavy prick in hand by the root and pressing the tip to Cloud’s lips.