Chapter 15
Chapter
Fifteen
Jamie stared at the two men who had become his companions in this strange world, heart beating faster than it should.
Corin crawled onto the bed to lie between him and Azelon, amber eyes bright with anticipation and something like nervous energy.
The fae's usual theatrical confidence had given way to something more genuine—want mixed with uncertainty.
Jamie felt it seep through the tether that connected them, that thin link that longed to grow stronger.
It tugged at him, wanted him to reach out and touch the fae's smooth skin. It was a yearning that welled up from deep inside of him. A yearning that seemed to be shared between the three of them.
The tideborn wasn't immune to it either.
Azelon's markings pulsed with that soft blue glow, his gaze moving between Jamie and Corin as if he couldn't quite believe this was happening. All the walls he'd constructed around himself evaporated, leaving him looking almost vulnerable.
Jamie's mouth went dry.
They didn't just want each other, they wanted him as well.
Jamie hadn't come here looking to get entangled with two men. There was never any space in his life for anything like this, and especially not now.
"I don't..." Jamie began, then stopped. Through the new bonds, he could feel their emotions—Corin's barely contained excitement, Azelon's desire warring with ingrained restraint.
Corin reached for him, fingers tracing along Jamie's chest. An impossibly light touch. "You don't what?"
Jamie wasn't even sure what he'd meant to say.
I don't know if this is the right thing to do?
I don't know if this is what I should be doing?
The words wouldn't quite pass his lips.
Corin's emotions flickered around them, a soft shimmer of warmth that made the air feel charged. His usual chaos was muted but present, seeking direction.
Jamie knew what he needed.
An anchor.
Not just magical grounding, but someone to contain him, to give his energy somewhere to go. And Azelon needed permission—to touch, to want, to let go of the rigid control he'd maintained for so long.
Ceasing all further thought, Jamie moved and settled over Corin.
The fae's eyes widened, pupils dilating as Jamie's weight pressed him into the mattress.
Yes.
That was good.
"Stay still," Jamie said, letting his voice drop lower than usual.
Corin's breath hitched, but he obeyed. The shimmer of his projection steadied, finding focus in Jamie's command.
Jamie looked over his shoulder at Azelon, who was watching them with barely concealed hunger. "Behind him," he said. "Hold him."
Azelon hesitated for just a moment, old habits warring with new possibilities. Then he moved, settling behind Corin, his blue skin a striking contrast against the fae's paler tones. His arms came around Corin's chest, holding him securely.
The effect was immediate. Corin melted between them, the wild spikes of his magic evening out as he found himself perfectly contained. A soft sound escaped his throat—relief and arousal intertwined.
It was intoxicating.
"Better?" Jamie asked, though he could feel the answer through their bonds. Corin's contentment washed over him, warm and golden.
Jamie exhaled with it, encouraged. He was doing the right thing, making this good for the fae.
Following his instincts, he slipped one hand under Corin’s shirt to reveal smooth, flushed skin.
He dragged the fabric up slowly, savoring the sight of Corin’s chest rising with every breath, the little gasps he made when Jamie’s thumbs grazed over his nipples—already hard and begging for attention.
Attention that Jamie was only too happy to give to him.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, leaning down to flick his tongue across one sensitive peak. Corin’s whole body jerked in response, caught between a whimper and a moan. Behind him, Azelon groaned low, clearly turned on by what he was seeing.
“Jamie,” Corin gasped, hips rolling forward again, this time without shame. The hard bulge of his cock strained against the seam of his pants, aching for friction.
“I’ve got you,” Jamie said softly, brushing a kiss over Corin’s sternum. “You don’t have to hold back.”
He kissed down the center of Corin’s chest, nipping at the hollow between his ribs while his fingers worked to open Corin's pants.
Azelon helped, sliding one hand around to undo the buttons, their coordination wordless.
Corin’s pants slipped away, leaving him bare between them. The fae whimpered. It was a needy sound—sharp and vivid and immediate.
Jamie curled one hand around him, watching Corin’s eyes flutter back as his head dropped onto Azelon’s shoulder. The first stroke was slow, testing. The second had Corin gasping and thrusting into his grip, helpless with want.
Behind him, Azelon mouthed at Corin’s neck, dragging his teeth along the curve but never biting. His hips rocked forward in time with Jamie’s strokes.
It was so clear what he really wanted to do.
All he needed was a little more encouragement to let that last wall come down.
"He needs you," Jamie said, meeting the Tideborn's gaze. "He wants this just as much as you do."
Azelon's gaze darkened. The next moment, he moved, one hand caressing Corin's chest while the other dipped low to slip between his cheeks.
Corin let out a sound that was all need, body caught between stimulation and surrender.
Jamie kept stroking, guided by the feedback in their bond—every pulse, every spike, every begging plea. Corin’s legs trembled, cock leaking into Jamie’s palm.
“Does that feel good?” Jamie murmured, nipping at his collarbone. “You want to be filled, don’t you? I’ll keep you steady.”
Corin whimpered, the bond echoing back a desperate yes .
Azelon seemed to hear it too, because he pulled back for just a moment, reaching for a jar of oil from the nightstand. He slicked his fingers quickly and returned, teasing lightly over Corin's hole until the fae squirmed, trying desperately to press closer.
"Please," Corin begged. "I need... I can't--"
He trailed off into another moan when Azelon pushed inside. One finger became two, and then three, stretching him wide. Corin writhed in his arms, pinned between the men that held him steady and the waves that threatened to overwhelm his senses. Jamie watched, mesmerized.
It was beautiful.
Jamie's pants were far too tight now, his own erection aching with desire.
But he could wait. This was about them. About what they needed, and how Jamie could provide that for both of them.
Azelon's fingers slipped away, and Jamie expected him to loosen his own pants to free his erection, but instead...
The Tideborn positioned his tail at Corin's entrance. Jamie could see now that the skin around the tip was slightly darker than the rest of Azelon's body, almost purple-tinged and glistening with a slick substance that Jamie realized must be some sort of lubricant.
Was this how Tideborn mated? With their tails?
Jamie couldn't tear his gaze away as Azelon pressed inside, inch by agonizing inch. Corin arched off the bed, hands clutching at Jamie's shoulders like his life depended on it.
"Breathe," Jamie whispered, stroking his thumb over Corin's cheek and watching the way his eyes glazed with pure pleasure. "We've got you."
The moment Corin relaxed into the feeling, Azelon pushed deeper, drawing a strangled cry from the fae's lips. Azelon's breathing too came in harsh gasps as his tail twitched and undulated with its own rhythm.
Corin shuddered between Jamie and Azelon. He'd gone utterly still, save for the tremors that shook through his frame as Azelon moved inside of him. The fae's eyes slid closed, his face slackened, lips parted.
Jamie had never seen anything so stunning.
He reached to stroke his hand along Azelon's tail where it met with Corin's skin, tracing along that slick seam. It was smooth beneath his fingertips and warmer there. Azelon groaned, twitching slightly at Jamie's gentle exploration.
"Don't stop," Corin whispered, voice hoarse as if he'd been screaming. "I'm so close--please..."
Jamie kissed his words away. Corin was close, yes, but Azelon was not quite there yet. Jamie wanted the two of them to come together.
So he wrapped his free hand around Corin's straining cock and squeezed just hard enough to keep him from falling too soon.
Corin keened into the kiss, hips stuttering forward. Jamie swallowed all his noises, drinking in everything the fae gave him. Corin trembled in his arms, so beautifully responsive.
Azelon's tail moved faster, thrust deeper.
Corin cried out, hands almost clawing at Jamie now, his whole frame taut and shaking as he teetered on the edge. But Jamie held him firmly, keeping his release out of reach.
"Please," Corin begged, tears leaking from his eyes.
Jamie kissed his cheek, tasting the salt of his tears. "Soon," he promised. "Just a little longer."
Azelon was close too, his breathing ragged. Jamie could feel it through their bond. Almost. Almost.
He reached to cup the Tideborn's cheek, turning Azelon's face toward him so their gazes could lock, and then he leaned in to claim the Tideborn's mouth.
Azelon groaned against Jamie's lips, the last of his restraint shattering.
Corin screamed.
And then they both came apart. The wave broke around them and crashed into Jamie, sending pleasure surging down every nerve. He held them steady through it, letting them ride out the storm while he drank in every gasp, every cry, every shuddering breath.
It was perfect. They were perfect. And for one shining moment, everything felt right with the world.
Even the fact that Jamie had somehow become entangled with two magical creatures seemed entirely natural.
He closed his eyes and released a breath.
The next moment, his two lovers turned on him.
Strong arms lifted him, flipping him onto his back. He opened his eyes again to find himself staring up into Azelon's intense gaze.
"Your turn," Corin purred in his ear at the same time.
Before Jamie had time to protest, Azelon stripped him bare and pinned his hands above his head. A moment later he felt Corin shift, settling between Jamie's thighs, his tongue lapping gently over Jamie's balls before moving higher.
Jamie groaned and arched off the bed. He wasn't going to last long either. Not like this, not when Corin's hot mouth enveloped his achingly erect cock. Azelon tightened his hold on Jamie's wrists, pinning him down as he bucked up into that wet heat.
Corin hummed in satisfaction, sucking harder until Jamie thought he might explode with the sensation.
And just when he thought things couldn't possibly get any better—Azelon bent to capture his lips again. The kiss was hungry, almost possessive this time. Like the dam had broken completely and nothing could contain Azelon's need.
Jamie moaned into it, hips jerking forward. His climax hit like lightning, stealing his breath. Corin swallowed everything he offered, licking Jamie clean with slow strokes of that sinful tongue.
Only after Jamie lay boneless between them did Azelon finally ease his grip.
Jamie stared up at them both, dizzy and sated.
"Fuck," he muttered.
Corin grinned and kissed his cheek. "I think we just did." He sounded so damn proud of himself.
Azelon chuckled softly and brushed a kiss over Jamie's knuckles.
Jamie let his eyes fall shut, trying to get his heartrate back down as his lovers settled around him.
Corin curled against his chest, already half asleep. Azelon was at his back, one arm slung around his waist, tail coiled lazily over both their hips like the final thread tying them together.
The store had gone quiet, peaceful, and Jamie almost felt like he could sense contentment in the air.
It was nearly as vibrant an emotion as the bond that pulsed gently beneath Jamie's skin, a slow, steady echo of them .
Of belonging .
“Still with me?” Azelon murmured against his neck.
Jamie didn’t answer with words. He just tightened his arm around Corin, reached back to squeeze Azelon’s hand.
For the first time since arriving in this strange new world, he didn’t feel like a visitor.
He felt like he was home.