The Power of Three(3)By: Kate Pearce
He was twenty-six. Old enough to understand the power the other male had over him and want to put it to the test.
He’d never turned his back on a challenge but this was damned hard. With a sigh, he got up, wrapped a towel around his hips and headed back across the now- deserted main living area to Ash’s bedroom suite. He knocked on the door and waited until he heard Ash’s reply before going in.
His First Male sat in a chair by the fire. From the look of his long damp blond hair he’d also showered. He wore a white silk robe knotted at his waist and his feet were bare.
He looked up as Esca entered. “Is something wrong?”
Esca gathered his courage and went to kneel at Ash’s feet. “I have a confession to make.”
“You don’t want this assignment? I can—”
Esca wrapped his fingers around Ash’s ankle. “If you use your influence to protect me, I’ll bloody kill you. It’s not about that.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” Esca managed to look up. “I kept wondering which of our guests you were dating—or—or fucking, or—”
Ash touched his hair. “I haven’t fucked anyone since we were formally mated.”
“That’s almost eight years ago!”
He shrugged. “I was convinced you would be worth the wait.”
Esca groaned. “Frek, I wish I could say the same, I’ve fucked way too many females. I didn’t know you’d wait.”
“No, you’re the only one I’ve ever—” He swallowed hard. “Ever wanted that way.”
“Well, that’s good isn’t it?”
Esca kissed Ash’s elegant foot. “So will you fuck me?”
“If that is what you wish.”
“Why this sudden rush?”
“Because I keep thinking about all the time I’ve wasted because of my own stupid pride, all the psychic power I’ve denied you by refusing to complete our bond.”
“I’ve done fairly well without you.” There was a hint of amusement in Ash’s voice that made Esca relax. “But additional psychic power is always appealing to a man of my political appetites.”
“Then will you take mine?”
“With pleasure.” Ash stood and headed for his bedroom. “Come, then.”
* * *
Ash led Esca into his bedroom and closed the door. At first sight, the Oracle couldn’t have chosen a more unlikely mate for him than this hardened soldier, who still looked rather unsure of what he’d let himself in for. Esca wasn’t a man used to submitting to anyone—his sheer strength of will and physique shouted that. Even at eighteen, his arrogance and courage had impressed Ash. At twenty-six he was breathtaking. Ash considered the flex of his Second’s muscles, the tight abs and long legs. He’d waited a long time to lure his mate into his bed, and he was determined not to frek it up now.
“Sit.” Ash pointed at the side of the bed and Esca did what he asked. He sat like the military man he was, feet spread wide, shoulders back and his hands on his knees.
Ash approached and put his hands on the other man’s shoulders, felt his own shock at the intimate contact echoed in Esca’s mind. Gods, he wanted this man. Reaching out with all his senses, he slid his hands down over Esca’s arms and muscled chest, letting him access his mind in a way he allowed no other, letting him feel what he was feeling.
He stroked over Esca’s nipples until they were hard against his palms and then used his fingers and thumbs to make them even harder.
Ash smiled as he noted Esca’s cock filling out and pushing against the confines of his towel. He kissed Esca’s nose and then his forehead.
“What did you imagine it would be like, Second Male?”
“Like this,” Esca whispered against Ash’s lips. “Like I wouldn’t want to stop, that I’d end up begging you to do anything you wanted to me.”
Ash’s own cock thickened at that admission, and he bit gently at Esca’s lip. “Are you hard for me?”
Ash dropped his hand lower until he grasped Esca’s hard cock through his towel. “May I see you?”