Manning turned to look at Seraphina full on. “Is there something I should know other than Tore’s sighting?”
Seraphina’s ear twitched and she blinked her golden cat eyes at him. Her tawny fur still intrigued Manning as much as it had when they’d first met over nine moon-cycles ago.
She nodded once, her lips pursing then pulling into a feral grin, not a happy one either by her accompanying sharp hiss. Seraphina beckoned for Manning to lean closer. She met him halfway, positioning her mouth near his ear, and whispered, “Tore has made friends with the Fenrir.”
Manning jerked upright to stare at her. “Surely you’re mistaken.”
“Vidar!” Seraphina slid from the couch to the floor, kow-towing at his feet. “I would never intentionally lie about something like this. My sobroke—”
Manning touched her shoulder. “Stop. You’re right. I know you wouldn’t lie about their involvement, but I do have to question how accurate your information is. Volé has never had contact with them before.”
Seraphina lifted to gaze at him. “That you know of.”
Manning scoffed, tugging on her arm and pulling her to sit beside him again. “True. Do you think my father was aware of their presence?”
“Moondrake, what is going on here?” Kayluth loomed beside Manning, Brandt behind him while Orm knelt next to his mate. His fathers-by-marriage huddled closer, as did Bjorn and Tyr.
Manning shook his head slightly, staring Seraphina into silence. “Tomorrow will be soon enough.”
“Ssu, Vidar. After we break our fast, I will tell you what I have learned. It can wait, there is no need to wreck the celebration.”
“Good, because I need to see if I can do better than Reykos and Raisa at that contortion game.” Manning stood and snagged Kayluth’s hand. “I’m told the taller you are, the harder you fail.” He winked at his sobroke as those around him groaned at his misquote.
Chapter Four
Kayluth
Kayluth did indeed fail horribly at the children’s game, and not for lack of trying. It might have had more to do with his sobroke cheating by calling out hard to reach for spots, or getting their children to knock him over when he balanced precariously. His sides hurt from all the laughter, but seeing Moondrake’s broad smile was worth any discomfort. As they saw the last of their guests off for the evening, Kayluth’s excitement grew for a new reason. The babes were off with theirtassair, who would undoubtedly spoil them rotten, but it would be worth it to not have to control themselves in bed. Kayluth had some ideas how he wanted the night to proceed, but he’d defer to the birthday celebrant if Moondrake so desired.
Sundrake had already slipped away to prepare. They hadn’t been able to give their boy as much attention as he deserved. With that change in mind, they’d been more than ready to pawn off their children on whomever wished in exchange for a night of freedom, and Kayluth was more than ready to explore where that freedom lie… in bed, in the shower, on the floor.
Kayluth turned away from the door to find the entryway vacant. A surprised huff burst from him. Where had his sobroke disappeared to?
“Well, isn’t that a pretty sight.” Moondrake’s voice drifted from the hallway, leading Kayluth towards their bedroom.
His mate stood in the doorway, his feet braced apart, showing a set of bare knees kneeling between them. Moondrake’s pants sagged to his thighs and a strangled moan tore from him.
“Sstarting without me, my ssobroke.”
Moondrake twisted to look at him, his gold-flecked, cobalt gaze fond and hazy. He held out a hand to Kayluth, who quickly advanced to take it and press his chest against Moondrake’s back. His sobroke’s other hand was curled around Sundrake’s head, holding him in place as he worshiped Moondrake’s cock.
“Not pretty. Beautiful. The two of you together sstealss my breath every time.” Kayluth covered Moondrake’s hand on the back of their sobroke’s head and helped him guide Sundrake’s motions. “Wordss esscape me when I ssee you, my heart beatss wildly when you are near. I look upon you az giftss from Dracco and wonder what good I did to earn hiss regard.”
Moondrake grabbed a handful of Kayluth’s braids, pulling him into a messy sideways kiss. Kayluth kept one hand on Sundrake while using the other to slip beneath Moondrake’s disheveled tunic to find skin. He lightly scraped down Moondrake’s back, groping a handful of flesh when he reached his mate’s ass. Moondrake pushed into his grip, dragging his cock away from Sundrake’s mouth. Sundrake whimpered and tried to pull him back.
They pushed Moondrake back and forth between them, but allowing Moondrake to come in Sundrake’s mouth wasn’t how he foresaw their evening going, nor did he think Moondrake wanted that either.
“Tell uss what you want, my ssbroke, hussband,daragoyof my heart.”
Sundrake let Moondrake’s cock fall from between his lips, wrapped his fist around the length, and continued stroking it. “Whatever you want, my king, my husband, master of my heart.”
Hearing Sundrake’s similar declaration, Kayluth’s love for him grew. He didn’t know how that was possible but it did. Moondrake was all they said: mate, partner, precious, ruler, and master. A rare gift for them to treasure.
“I’ve had enough of frotting and hurried blowjobs. I want to take my time and take Brandt apart, piece by piece, than I’m going to open you up, Kay, with my cock before letting Brandt have you while I fuck him into you.”
“Gods,” Sundrake whispered. “I almost came hearing you say that.”
Kayluth smirked because while he wasn’t close to coming, his cock twitched mightily. He pressed his groin harder against Moondrake’s hip, seeking friction to start. Minds and bodies in agreement, Kayluth untied Moondrake’s belt, its braided length a surprise.
