Chapter Twenty
Sage
Sage enjoyed the dinner, although watching Nic and Luc and how they reacted to each other and toward him was really interesting.
Sage noticed that both men seemed to like touching each other, even if it was just a brush on a shoulder, a hand on the other’s lower back.
Nothing overtly sexual, just a reassurance of sorts that they both knew each other was there.
They included Sage as well, and while Sage didn’t have super amazing paranormal senses, and didn’t have a clue how touching him made them feel, he knew how it had impacted him.
The best and worst kind of anticipation.
The fake yawning was also funny. They were all sitting on the couch.
There was a film playing on the television.
Everyone acted as if they were watching it, but no one was.
Luc started first. A little yawn, quickly covered by his hand.
A few minutes later, Nic did the same thing.
“It must be catching,” he said with a laugh.
Or it could be a giant-sized hint. Standing up, Sage stretched. “I’m going to have a shower, and then I’m heading for bed. I wasn’t sure if you’d decided to share a room with me, but I’ll take the bedroom on the left. I’ll leave you to make your arrangements.”
He couldn’t look at them. Sage’s face was already hot, and he knew it would be bright red. He wasn’t someone other people hugged very often, or touched, and Nic and Luc’s attention was arousing enough without the touching. I definitely need a shower.
Patting both knees, because Sage was finding he quite liked the touching business as well, he went through to the bathroom, which was large and well-equipped.
Taking his time, he stripped off his clothes, taking care to shake them out so he could wear them again in the morning, and made sure his glasses were safe on the counter before getting into the shower.
The water was hot and plentiful. Standing underneath the stream, Sage let the worries of the day flow out of his skin and down the drain. His parents, that poor squid, even the concerns about being seen with such recognizable krakens... None of that mattered in the moment.
Somehow, in some way, the Fates Nic and Luc mentioned had noticed insignificant Sage Stirling, too. Not only had they noticed him, but they’d paired him with the two men who had been the main characters in any fantasy Sage had concocted in his private time.
Claiming is special, he reminded himself as he shampooed and rinsed out his hair.
Those two are claimed mates so they wouldn’t touch me if I weren’t their third.
Sage started soaping, paying particular attention to his crotch and ass.
He wasn’t what one would call sexually adventurous or even sexually experienced, but he knew enough, especially about the prep process.
Shutting off the water, Sage opened the door of the shower box, surprised to see Nic and Luc both naked. Cocks hard, they were holding up towels, clearly waiting for him.
“We thought you might need a hand,” Luc said.
“We did say we would spoil our mate,” Nic added. “Did you want to step out, or should we join you?”
Seeing as Sage already knew Luc and Nic had showered as soon as they’d checked into the hotel room, he stepped out and was immediately enveloped in warm, fluffy towels.
The touches were gentle at first. Luc rubbed over his hair, his neck, and down his back, while Nic gently wiped his face dry, before trailing his towel down Sage’s torso and his legs. He even knelt, drying Sage’s feet, before standing again. Only Sage’s cock was neglected.
“I could get used to this,” he groaned as Luc’s hands were massaging his butt and Nic was rubbing the towel under his armpits. “I can barely stand up.”
Nic swept him into a bridal embrace. “We can’t have you falling over.” He grinned as he took Sage back into the bedroom. Luc was already there, turning down the blankets and laying out a towel.
“None of us wants to sleep in a wet spot.” Luc winked before climbing on the bed. “Bring our third here.”
Nic laid Sage on the mattress with such care that Sage felt as if he were the most precious object in the world. It was Luc who kissed him first. Soft brushes of full lips against Sage’s own, tasting him, teasing him, while Nic was there, pressed up against Sage’s other side.
There were so many hands – Nic was busy tracing over Sage’s body without the towel this time, sliding his hand all the way down Sage’s leg and back again. Sage’s body was twitching and arching into every stroke.
He wasn’t sure what to do with his own hands.
One minute, he was gripping Luc’s shoulders as the man kissed him hard.
Next he was fingering Nic’s curls as the man showed him sexy kisses that didn’t have to be on the lips.
The men were working together, stopping every now and then to kiss each other.
But even then, their hands were busy, driving Sage’s arousal into overdrive.
If this is what being a mate is like, I’m surprised anybody gets anything done.
The random thought wafted through Sage’s head as he was rolled so he was facing Nic’s front.
Nic was kissing him, holding his cheeks hostage in firm hands, while Luc was gently stroking down his back, massaging his butt cheeks, even dipping thick fingers into his crack and then stroking over that tender bit of skin between balls and hole.
Sage had never been much of an ass man, but only a fool would turn down his men’s attentions. There was the snick of a lube cap - gods’ only knew where Luc got that - but Nic had his hand hooked over Sage’s thigh, pulling Sage’s leg over his hip and spreading his butt wide open.
Gods yes. Sage had a history with toys of various sizes – he loved to feel the burn when something large penetrated him.
But that had been a while ago, and he gasped as Luc’s finger pushed inside him.
Trying to breathe out when someone was kissing him wasn’t easy either, although Nic must’ve realized the issue and pulled his lips away, soothing him with long strokes over every inch of body he could reach, as Luc added a second finger.
“I want in there so bad,” Luc growled against Sage’s ear. “Tell me to stop if you aren’t ready for that…tell me now.”
“Don’t stop. Do it.” Sage was looking at Nic, but he knew Luc could hear him. “I want this claim.”
Nic grinned, and as Luc grabbed him by the hips and set Sage on his knees, Sage realized he was positioned perfectly to make Nic happy as well.
Nic’s cock stood out from his abs, its red tip already shining with juices.
Taking care with the head - Nic wasn’t cut - Sage gently eased the foreskin back, so he could suck at the pre-come.
Nic’s groan was deep and loud, and the hand on Sage’s head pressed harder, although Nic wasn’t trying to choke him.
Reality is so much better than fantasy. Sage focused on the sensations.
The tremble of Nic’s thigh against his shoulder, the feel of Luc looming over him from behind.
When a slab of meat slapped against his butt crack, Sage tensed for just a moment before pulling off Nic’s cock.
Resting his cheek against Nic’s cockhead, Sage let out long, slow breaths as Luc breached his body.
Okay, not necessarily slow. There was some panting going on, too.
“You’re just going to love this. Our beloved Sage was made for us,” Luc growled, grabbing Nic’s neck so the man bent over Sage’s head, the two men kissing each other hard.
Now he had his breath back, Sage focused back on Nic’s cock, taking care that his teeth didn’t catch anything it shouldn’t as Luc started to move.
Both men quickly found their rhythm with Sage gloriously suspended between the two of them.
No fumbles, no missteps, just three men working together to achieve a mutual end.
Sage’s brain was totally disconnected – he’d never felt so alive or loved in his life.
It didn’t take long. But when Luc yelled and stuttered, slamming his hips flush against Sage’s butt cheeks, his teeth sliced through Sage’s neck as Sage felt his orgasm rush through him at the same time.
Nic pulled out of his mouth and quickly grabbed the tip of his cock, as if staving off his orgasm. “Turn around, turn around,” he said, out of breath, with urgency in every syllable. “I want this claim, too, and I’m ready to blow.”
Luc pulled out carefully and then moved quickly, helping Sage, who was still groggy from his orgasm, shuffle around on his knees.
Nic barely hesitated, pushing in the space that Luc had vacated.
“Oh, gods, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. You’re mine, too.
” Nic’s teeth found their home on the other side of Sage’s neck.
Sage felt something shift, and then it was as if a blanket settled in his soul – it was warm, protective, caring, and came with a feeling of belonging. Is that what I’ve been missing all my life, he wondered as his cock tried desperately to climax all over again.
Worn out, Sage slumped so his shoulders were on the mattress, his butt still in the air.
He turned his face, so his cheek was resting on the sheet.
He felt Nic ease out of his body and scrunched his nose up as a sticky trickle rolled down his inner thigh.
They can clean their mess up, he thought as his eyes closed.
“Hey, babe,” Luc said as he and Nic climbed back on the mattress a few minutes later. “You still with us?”
“Ugh.” Sage was barely awake.
“You were incredible.” Nic was on his other side, gently kissing his forehead. Sage wasn’t sure how he knew with his eyes closed, but he was feeling a lot more comfortable now that his butt wasn’t waving in the air.
“So were you. Both of you.” Sage was fairly sure the words were said out loud. “So much better than my fantasies.”
“The kraken claiming will be even better, babe,” Luc said, and Sage could hear the humor in his tone. “Nic and I only have four hands and two cocks between us, but you imagine what it’s going to feel like, tangled up in our tentacles?”
“That’s my New Year’s resolution, remember,” Sage mumbled. “You guys had better not let me down.”
“As if we would.” Sage wasn’t sure which one of his mates said that. He was already half asleep. If he wasn’t physically smiling, he should’ve been.