Free Dream Unchained by Kate Douglas Page B

the human pathways for finding the switch in Finn’s mind, which should make it easier to find yours.” He shrugged and Morgan got the feeling Duran was uncomfortable trying to explain himself to a mere human, but at least he was trying.
    Morgan almost laughed. He really needed to let the poor guy off the hook. It was bad enough that the three of them were standing here bare-assed naked, having this discussion. “So all you’re saying is that it’ll help if we all work on this together. I’m okay with that. Where do you want me?”
    Duran’s sigh of relief was almost audible. Almost. “With three of us, the bedroom would probably work best.” He led the way into Finn’s room. “On the bed, on your hands and knees.”
    â€œOkay.” Morgan took the position in the center of the bed. Bolt crawled up beside him, then rolled over and slipped beneath Morgan’s belly. His erect cock was right in front of Morgan’s face, the broad tip practically brushing his lips.
    He was leaning forward to take it in his mouth when Duran stopped him. “Not yet. Hold perfectly still.” He turned and walked back into the front room.
    Morgan dipped his head and stared at Bolt lying between his thighs. “He can say that because he just came. I’m hard as a post.”
    Bolt laughed. “I was thinking the same thing. You have no idea how much I want you to suck on me now.”
    Morgan’s laughter was a little tense. “Oh, I think I can imagine.”
    Duran returned with the lube in his hand. “Now,” he said. “Touch each other, but only with your fingertips.”
    Bolt’s fingers softly stroking over his sac rather than his erection caught Morgan by surprise. He gasped and his buttocks clenched. He heard Duran’s soft chuckle.
    â€œDid I mention I love control?”
    â€œI kinda figured that much. You know that’s a very human desire, don’t you? You remind me of my seventh grade math teacher.” Gritting his teeth, thinking of anything but what Bolt was doing to his already sensitive genitals, Morgan first ran his fingertips up and then down Bolt’s shaft, swirled one finger around his perineum and then rubbed gently against his anus. Bolt groaned. His fingers kept up their tickling exploration of Morgan’s balls and then slowly trailed the length of his dick.
    As if this wasn’t enough to have him crossing his eyes, Morgan felt Duran settling between his calves, kneeling directly behind him. He imagined the guy stroking that huge cock of his, and the visual made him tense every muscle in his body.
    Warm hands caressed his buttocks, thumbs traced a line along the cleft between his cheeks. He waited for the cool wash of lube.
    Instead, he got a warm, very mobile tongue. “Shit!” He gasped and sucked in a deep breath. “What the fuck are you doing?”
    â€œYou don’t like this?” Duran’s tongue circled the sensitive ring of his anal sphincter, pressing gently as if for emphasis.
    Morgan mumbled a reply as Duran’s tongue worked at the tiny opening, licking, stroking, and then pressing harder. Screw Duran’s orders. Morgan leaned over and sucked Bolt’s cock deep between his lips. He had to concentrate on something else, something that wasn’t his ass being licked and rimmed by Duran’s tongue or he was going to lose it right here and now.
    Nothing had ever felt like that. So intimate and yet not nearly enough of what he wanted. What he needed. Hell, they didn’t have time to screw around. He needed to learn to disassemble, needed to have time to practice forming and reforming, coming out of that state the way Finn had—body and mind sharp and ready for action. He sucked harder, felt Bolt’s answering groans and the hot suction of his mouth as he took Morgan deep.
    Felt Duran’s sigh against his ass. “I see you’re both ignoring me. Why am I