Free The Whorehouse Oracle by Kelex Page B

I
wouldn’t hate it after all. I can’t be sure.”
    Artim’s eyes opened wide, and he
suddenly didn’t seem so sleepy. Artim’s cock also grew slightly
firmer. “Disobey me and we’ll see how much you dislike it. Or
not.”
    Khal smiled. “I’d be very naughty if I
disobeyed you,” Khal looked over his shoulder at Tyron, who’d grown
very still and very quiet. “I’d be naughty to disobey any of my
masters.”
    Tyron rolled his hips, his cock
getting slightly firmer as well. “A naughty sub would have to be
dealt with, of course.”
    A tremor ran down Khal’s body, but as
he moved, he realized how sore his ass was from their dual
penetration. “I’ll have to be good today as you’ve both ravaged me.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be naughty so you can punish me.”
    “ I think we’ve gotten more
than we bargained for in our mate, Artim,” Tyron said with a
chuckle.
    Artim nodded, the first real smile
Khal had seen coming forth. “I would have to agree, Tyron. I think
we’re going to have to keep this one under lock and
key.”
    “ Chains. Even better,”
Khal added with a wink.
    Tyron pulled from Khal’s ass, and
Artim followed. After they’d left him, he only wanted them back
inside him, no matter how sore he was.
    Tyron rolled Khal to his back and
hovered over him. “All kidding aside, we’ve never truly talked
about this mate business. The assumption has hung in the
air.”
    Khal looked down, nodding. Doubt
swelled in his chest again. Would this be the moment when they told
him he wasn’t good enough?
    “ We’ve simply taken you,
assuming you’d … submit. From the moment I looked at you, I knew
you were ours for the taking,” Tyron said.
    “ I felt the same. I knew
who you were the minute I saw you,” Artim added. “No matter how
much I wanted to fight it.”
    “ I know I’m not what you’d
really want in a mate. I’m unclean.”
    Artim lifted Khal’s chin with a
finger, turning Khal to face him. “That isn’t the reason I fought
it. Taking you, claiming you, with Tyron and Smythe would be me
submitting to the triad’s will. I’ve been here, with them, their
brother in name only for so long. Not admitting I wanted you, and
was willing to share you to have you, was my way of fighting the
connection I shared with them, not the connection I shared with
you.”
    Khal felt a pain in his chest, and
knew the broken brother had destroyed the last of Khal’s defenses.
He was accepted, for the good and the bad, taken as their mate. He
would have his triad, three males to love and protect him, just as
he’d always wanted.
    Tyron cleared his throat. “Artim,
you’ve been more than my brother in name only on this trek of
ours.”
    Artim frowned. “I can’t necessarily
say the same from my side. I’ve been going through the motions from
the moment the three of us were paired. Now I see how selfish that
was. Thanks to Khal. And you.”
    Artim reached over and grasped the
back of Tyron’s head and pulled him forward. He pressed his
forehead to Tyron’s and closed his eyes. Khal felt the intimacy of
the moment and knew what he was witnessing was magical.
    “ Brother, I’m sorry I
denied you so long,” Artim whispered.
    Tyron lifted a hand to clasp the back
of Artim’s head. “As long as we have you now, that’s all that
matters.”
    After a second, the two males released
one another, the moment passed. But there was a calmness between
the two Khal hadn’t experienced before. Witnessing their bond grow,
knowing he’d played a role in developing their bond, Khal felt a
happiness he didn’t know was possible.
    But there was still another. Smythe
had been left out of the coupling and that needed to be rectified.
Khal wasn’t fully claimed until they’d all had him,
together.
     
    ****
     
    Smythe had sat on the bridge, having
heard the sounds of pleasure coming from the state room. Had Artim
submitted to the triad? Jealousy and happiness warred within
Smythe. He was glad if Artim had