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  He smiled to himself as he breathed in Conall’s scent, then began nipping up the shaft to the head. There was already a wet spot on the fabric, that his tongue made even wetter.

  “Brogan! Bloody hell!” Conall cursed.

  Brogan looked up to see him and Onalee both watching him with glazed expressions.

  “Do it, Brogan,” Onalee encouraged. “He tastes so good.”

  Where was the shy virgin from just a few days ago? Now she was a golden temptress.

  With a sly smile, Brogan pulled off Conall’s underwear and buried his face in the male’s groin. He’d only stolen glances at Conall’s manhood before, but now he looked his fill. The male’s shaft stood proud, amid course, curled red hair. His two balls were nearly hidden by the thick strands.

  “I’ll trim it,” Conall quickly told him. Brogan looked up to see his face reddened by a blush. “I haven’t done it in a while, but I used to.”

  Brogan ran his fingers teasingly through the hair on Conall’s balls. The male shivered. “Are you referring to this?”

  Conall nodded.

  “You’ll do no such thing,” Brogan demanded. “I love it.”

  To emphasize his point, he took one of the orbs into his mouth, and rolled it around on his tongue. Conall cried out, his back arching. Brogan switched to the other one, before he stroked his tongue up the length of Conall’s shaft to the tip. He swirled his tongue around the head and flicked the slit.

  “Stop!” Conall cried out.

  It surprised Brogan enough that he pulled back, worried that maybe he’d hurt the male. But Conall looked fine. He was flushed, breathing hard, and clutching Onalee at his side. The look was of a man in passion, not pain.

  “Are you alright?” Brogan asked, needing to be sure.

  Conall nodded. “Aye, but it’s my turn. Can I try? You have no idea how badly I want to do that to you.”

  There was no way for Brogan to deny him. He wanted that more than he cared to admit.

  Conall moved to kneel on the bed, and pushed Brogan into the spot he’d just vacated. Brogan acquiesced, although he wasn’t too happy about being forced to stop exploring Conall. But once his back hit the mattress, Onalee began kissing him, which made up for it.

  He wrapped his left arm around her back, and ran the other down her body. She pulled back slightly.

  “He wants to explore you,” she whispered to Brogan.

  They both looked down his body to see Conall sitting on his knees between Brogan’s legs, his eyes looking up and down his splayed body. His own body was rigid, and a pang of alarm went off in Brogan’s head. He sat up and took Conall’s face in his hands. Conall’s eyes went to his.

  Brogan kept his voice soft. “I only want you to do what you’re comfortable with.” He punctuated the point by kissing Conall’s lips once. “Okay?”

  Conall nodded. “Alright.”

  They smiled at each other, and when Brogan laid back down, Conall followed him until he was lying atop Brogan, his weight pushing the male perfectly into the mattress.

  Conall kissed first one, then the other of his lovers, before he began kissing his way across Brogan’s jaw and down his neck. He licked, kissed, and nibbled Brogan’s nipples, then continued down.

  Brogan’s cock was rock hard and begging for attention, but he tried to ignore it. Instead of reaching down to give it a few strokes, his hands played with Onalee’s erogenous zones. The hotter Conall made him, the more passionate his caresses, until she was restless. He dipped his hand down to her core and found her dripping with arousal.

  “Damn female,” he growled. “Get up here!”

  She didn’t know what he meant, so he maneuvered her where he wanted her—positioned right over his face. She gripped the headboard and looked down at him with uncertainty in her features.

  “Brogan? Are you sure about this?”

  “Abso-fucking-lutely,” he growled.

  At the first touch of Conall’s mouth on the tip of his cock, Brogan buried his face in Onalee’s pussy. All three of them made sounds of passion and arousal. In the back of his mind, Brogan hoped that Conall had locked the door.

  Brogan lapped at Onalee, then swirled his tongue around her engorged bud. She cried out, then moaned in satisfaction as he added a finger into her channel.

  Wet heat engulfed the head of his own cock, and Brogan’s hips arched unconsciously. Conall pulled back but only for a moment. That delicious heat was soon back, along with Conall’s fist on the main part of his shaft. Brogan groaned, and tried to focus on Onalee to stave off the orgasm he knew was quickly approaching.

  It didn’t work. The more he focused on her, the more Onalee moaned and cried out, then the more her cries encouraged Conall to work Brogan. It was a losing battle.

  Onalee came on his face a moment before he was forced to pull back and yell at Conall to pull off. Conall obeyed, and Brogan shot his cum all over his own stomach.

  Onalee rolled off of him to crumple onto the bed at their sides. Conall reached over and ran his hand over her sweat-covered skin, a smile on his face.

  Brogan could barely move. He was covered in his, and Onalee’s, essence, but he needed one more thing. He sat up and was eye to eye with Conall. Brogan glanced down at Conall’s engorged length.

  “Can I help you with that?” he asked. Conall nodded.

  Brogan reached out with his right hand, the one still covered in Onalee’s arousal, and encircled Conall’s shaft. The male groaned, and braced himself on Brogan’s shoulders to steady himself.

  “I’m not going to last long,” he professed.

  Brogan smiled, and reached his other hand to play with Conall’s firm balls. They were already tight against his body, just waiting to spill his seed. Brogan wanted it.

  He leaned forward and nuzzled Conall’s neck, his ear, anywhere he could reach. When Conall raised his head, Brogan melded their mouths together. Conall pulled back right away.

  “You taste like her,” he murmured, before he locked their lips back together, his tongue diving into Brogan’s mouth.

  Brogan groaned, and circled his hand around Conall’s tip, gathering the pre-cum steadily leaking from the head, and using it to slick his way down the shaft.

  When Conall’s body began to quake, Brogan’s fingers traveled back behind his balls and rubbed the area. Conall’s surprised eyes shot to his, and Brogan added more pressure.

  “Holy shite!” Conall cried out. “Oh, yes… I’m coming!”

  He clung to Brogan’s shoulders as he shot jets of hot seed onto Brogan’s body. He watched it mix with his own essence, and felt a sense of satisfaction.

  When Conall calmed, he gently removed his hands and guided the male to lay next to Onalee. She opened her arms for him, and he eagerly fell into her embrace.

  Brogan watched them for a peaceful moment, before he got up and headed to the cleansing stall.

  CHAPTER 21

  “There’s a transport requesting permission to approach the main house.”

  Iliona’s voice was low through the communication device embedded in Brogan’s ear canal. He engaged the three hidden pressure points, in their correct order, behind his ear, to activate the receiver that would allow Iliona to hear his response.

  “Identify.”

  “Transport’s registered to Forkan Cormikan,” she replied.

  Brogan sighed. So much for enjoying their afterglow. He stepped out of the cleansing stall, and toweled the water droplets off his hair.

  “Let him through. I’ll meet him at the front door,” Brogan answered.

  He exited the bathroom to find Onalee and Conall still entwined together on the bed, twin looks of satisfaction on their faces.

  The last thing he wanted to do was interrupt the moment, but he didn’t think either one of them would like to greet her brother in nothing but skin and smiles.

  He pulled on clothes, then crawled onto the bed and planted a kiss on each of their cheeks.

  “It’s time to get up and dress
ed,” he told them softly.

  Onalee groaned, and snuggled her face into Conall’s chest. Neither moved to obey. He gave each of their asses a light smack.

  “Come on. We have company arriving any moment.”

  That perked them up.

  “Who?” Conall asked.

  “Forkan.”

  Onalee gasped and sat straight up, a look of shock on her face. “He’s here?”

  “He will be in a moment. His transport just entered the property.”

  He’d never seen Onalee move so fast. She jumped from the bed and headed straight to the closet.

  “Mind your leg!” Conall called after her.

  If she heard him, she didn’t answer. She grabbed a dress and streaked for the bathroom. The males gave each other strange looks.

  “You’d better get dressed too,” Brogan told him. “Last thing I want is for another male to see you in all your naked glory.”

  Conall stood up and planted a kiss on Brogan’s lips. “Naked glory, eh?”

  Brogan growled in warning, and Conall appeared to melt in front of him. He placed his hand on Brogan’s chest to feel the lingering vibrations.

  “You’ll have to do that again later,” Conall murmured. He kissed Brogan’s jaw once, then began pulling on his clothes.

  Onalee exited the bathroom, clothed, and trying to work her long hair into a braid. She tugged harshly on the strands, and Brogan winced. Spending time with Forkan couldn’t be all that bad, could it?

  Brogan didn’t like the male, mostly due to his arrogance, general demeanor, and over-familiarity with the royal trio. But even that didn’t mean he was a bad person. Brogan went to her side, and smoothed his hands up and down her arms.

  “It’ll be fine,” he soothed. “I’ll go meet him at the front door and bring him to the suite’s sitting area. That way you can have another few minutes to get ready.”

  She nodded and took a deep breath. “Thank you.”

  He planted a kiss on her lips before walking out. Her reaction was uncharacteristic, but since a lot had happened the past few days, he could see how Onalee might respond strangely to her brother’s presence.

  Her entire life had revolved around him for more than a decade. Now she was in love, and about to mate two males. That was bound to change anyone’s life.

  Would she tell Forkan about him and Conall? Was that why she was so nervous? If so, that would explain things.

  LINK opened the front door automatically for him, and Brogan stepped out to greet their guest. No one else was present, which was strange. The house was full of people.

  “LINK, where is everyone?” Brogan asked.

  “Oliver is in class. Clare, Artair, Reus, and Ashlyn are outside moving plants into Clare’s new greenhouse. Conall and Onalee are in her bedroom. Rebus and Oset are on duty in the eastern forest. Anders is sleeping after his night shift, and Iliona is patrolling the western grid. Do you want their exact locations?”

  “No, thank you. Is Forkan alone?”

  “Yes.”

  Brogan nodded to the AI, and walked forward to greet the transport, which stopped on the driveway.

  Forkan emerged from the open door, and Brogan stopped on the walkway. In the time it took the male to approach, Brogan used the opportunity to look him over.

  Forkan’s clothing was deceptively casual, but Brogan could tell his shirt and pants were handmade. Much more costly, and trendy, than replicated clothes. He had circles under his eyes, lines of stress around his mouth, and his brow was pinched: all signs of stress, aggravation, and exhaustion. The past few days had not been kind to Onalee’s brother.

  “I assume you’re Brogan? The Guard?” Forkan asked once he was close.

  “Yes, I am.”

  “My sister told me about how you saved her during the attack on the cruise ship.”

  Forkan stopped a few feet away, and bowed deeply. “You have my eternal gratitude. Onalee is the most important person in the entire universe to me. I’ll be forever in your debt.”

  Brogan bowed his head in acknowledgment. “I’m glad that I was there and able to help.”

  That was the truth.

  Forkan straightened smiling brightly. It made the lines of stress partly disappear, but he still looked tired. “I’m here to visit her. How is she doing?”

  “She…” Was recently crying out my name in bliss… Is hurrying to put clothes on after Conall and I ravished her delectable body… Is likely to become my mate, as soon as I get the opportunity to ask her properly…

  Brogan cleared his throat. “She’s feeling much better.” He turned to lead Forkan up the walkway towards the house.

  “I’m glad to hear it. Has the doctor visited?” Forkan asked as they stepped through the door.

  “Yes, he was just here. He removed the brace from her thigh, but told her to go easy for a few days. I’ll take you up to her room to see her, instead of making her walk through the house.”

  Forkan nodded in agreement. “Of course. I wouldn’t want her to exert herself.”

  Brogan kept a straight face as they walked, but his mind was picturing Onalee resplendent in pleasure, as she “exerted herself” beautifully while she rode Conall.

  He had to force his thoughts away from memories of the last few hours before his groin began to tighten. Now was not the time. He’d need to control his thoughts more carefully now that he had two sexy people in his life.

  “Her room is just through here.” Brogan gestured for Forkan to precede him into the central room of Conall’s suite.

  Onalee sat on a lounger near a wide set of windows that overlooked the backyard. Conall was at her side. They both stood when the males entered.

  Forkan rushed forward with his hands out. “No, don’t stand up, Lea. I don’t want to cause your leg any pain.”

  Onalee remained standing while she smiled at him, and wrapped him in an embrace when he got close enough.

  “Forkan, I’m fine. The doctor said that I’m healing well, and that I’m to use the muscle so that it can regain strength.”

  “You’re not in pain?” he asked once he pulled back. He looked her up and down.

  She shook her head. “No, I’m not. There’s no need for you to worry.”

  Forkan turned to Conall and gave a deep bow. “I want to thank you in person for what you did in saving Onalee.”

  He straightened, and Conall bowed his head.

  “There’s no need for you to thank me,” Conall replied uncomfortably.

  “Both of you are too modest!” Forkan told him and Brogan with a smile. “I’m indebted to you both, no matter your claims.”

  He guided his sister to sit on the lounger, and he sat at her side. The other two remained standing.

  “I’m afraid I must ask something else of you both,” Forkan told the males. “I would like to speak to my sister alone, if that’s alright?”

  “Sure,” Conall mumbled. Both his and Brogan’s eyes were on their female.

  Her smile dipped, but she nodded to them, and they headed out of the room. The door to the suite closed, and they both stood for a silent moment.

  Brogan didn’t like leaving Onalee, and it was clear that Conall didn’t either, which was silly. He was her brother: her only family. He’d taken care of her since she was thirteen years old. There was no reason for either of them to be reluctant to leave her alone. Brogan shook off the feeling.

  “I’m going to go check in with my team,” he informed Conall.

  “Okay,” Conall replied, but he made no move to leave the hallway.

  “Why don’t you go see how Oliver’s class is going?” Brogan suggested. Maybe giving the male something to do would make him feel better about leaving Onalee.

  “Aye, that’s a good idea,” he agreed.

  They walked together down to Oliver’s classroom, but Brogan stopped him when he would have opened the door. He gave him a soft kiss.

  “I’ll see you soon,” he promised.

  Conall smiled, an
d dove back in for another kiss, this one with a bit of tongue.

  “I’m looking forward to it,” Conall rumbled when he pulled away.

  Before Brogan could give him a cheeky reply, Conall entered Oliver’s classroom. Oliver looked up from his history lesson and waved to Brogan from his seat. Brogan smiled and returned the gesture, his heart light.

  Once the door slid shut, he headed towards the small command center his team had established, eager to find out if there was any news on the investigation, and on Lukas’s recovery.

  The High King had made it through two surgeries to repair the multitude of injuries the energy weapon had torn into his body. The good news was that he was still alive, and the doctors’ prognoses were hopeful.

  Brogan hoped things stayed on their current upswing.

  *****

  Conall managed to stay away from Onalee for a good half hour before he couldn’t stand it any longer. Oliver was in the middle of a history lesson, and had no need for him to be hovering over his shoulder while he was in class. He knew he was irritating the lad, so he left and went to the kitchen.

  He made a plate of finger-food—since he’d missed lunch—and decided to take a tray to Onalee.

  Forkan had asked to speak with his sister alone, but half an hour was surely enough time. Conall hated leaving her alone with him for any amount of time. The ruse of taking her food was a perfect excuse to pop his head in and see how things were going.

  Balancing a tray of food and a couple of drinks, Conall made his way back upstairs to his suite. He was about to ask LINK to open the door—so he didn’t have to balance the tray precariously with one hand—but Forkan’s partially muffled voice stopped him in his tracks. Conall hadn’t known that the sound barriers they’d installed in the private rooms didn’t extend into the central living areas of each suite.

  Good to know, he thought to himself.

  “You’ve done an excellent job ingratiating yourself with the Earthers, but now it’s time to change your focus,” Forkan told Onalee.

  Conall froze, ears straining to hear Onalee’s reply past the loud thumping of his heart.