25. Fletcher
Chapter 25
Fletcher
“ C lose it,” I said.
Daren followed the command and locked it for good measure without being told.
“You’re Luca Mandeville?” I asked, staring out the window instead of at either man unfortunate enough to find himself alone on initiation night in my room. I’d reluctantly pulled the curtains back, my gaze unsure of where to focus.
“Yes,” he answered.
Daren cleared his throat. “Can I clean your back now?”
I reached behind me, picking dried blood off my spine with the tips of my fingers. Bringing my hand around to the front, I frowned down at the red and brown flakes beneath my nails. “Is it bad?”
“It’s not good.”
I rubbed some more grime off my skin, this time a patch nearer my shoulder blade. It wasn’t anything a hot shower wouldn’t fix, and I was assuredly not going to let Daren tend my wounds in front of Gideon’s deputy like I was some kind of helpless bitch.
“Bellamy put up a fight,” I said, sitting down in an old leather armchair in front of the window. Dirt puffed off my clothes, particles floating in the air around me before settling or disappearing entirely. I’d never been so envious of something so insignificant. I would have given up nearly anything to be allowed to simply vanish in front of someone’s eyes.
“You persevered,” Daren said softly.
“Did he fight you?” I asked, crossing one leg and resting my ankle on top of my knee. My stare drifted between the two men in front of me who stood far closer than friends would, let alone rivals. “When you fucked him, I mean.”
The only tell was a twitch in Luca’s right eye I would have missed if not for the glare on the lens of his glasses.
“He didn’t fight,” Daren answered, swallowing hard.
“Will Luca fight?” I asked neither of them in particular.
“No,” Luca answered me before Daren could.
“Good.” I drummed my fingers against the outside of my knee, making sure the move I was about to make was the right one. It was a crapshoot based on a twitching eye and a lack of space between two people that I recognized from my past. “Prove it.”
Luca stepped away from the wall and reached back to pull his shirt over his head. He dropped it at his feet, revealing a massive tattoo in the middle of his chest. A mimic of the fresh brand I’d seen over Gideon’s heart when we met up to trade in the clearing. I didn’t think Luca’s mark was mandated, and I wasn’t sure if a willing scar was better or worse.
He dropped his hands to his belt and made quick work of his fly while kicking out of his boots and using his feet to shove them against the wall with the rest of his clothes. If Luca had any qualms about modesty, he did good at hiding them from me because his underwear was the last thing to go before he righted to his full height and turned his hands back, palms facing me.
“So quick to do what you’re told,” I murmured, admiring the thickness of the cock that had already started to swell between Luca’s legs. “Handed off like cattle, stripped down like a whore.”
Luca shivered, his dick twitching at the slander. “I’m here to serve,” he said.
“I wonder if your counterpart is as keen to bend the knee,” I said, stare flickering to Daren who looked like he either wanted to vanish into the wall or throw me out the window. When he realized I was watching him, he tore his stare away from Luca’s ass, expression quickly settling into a mask of apathy.
“You know I am,” Daren said.
“Prove it,” I repeated the command to him.
With the same smooth efficiency, Daren stripped out of his clothes and moved them out of the way. He came to stand alongside Luca, and the sight of them together was enough to make the slightest inkling of my anger toward Gideon melt away. Luca was lanky where Daren was slightly more built. Almost the same height, but Luca was there with his glasses and his golden hair and Daren beside him with soft waves on his head and a delicate pink foreskin around his cock. Even with space between them, both of their fingers twitched outward, searching for something I wasn’t supposed to know existed.
My anger surged forward again with such violence it took my breath away. Why was it the two of them had been allowed a life, even if it had been temporary, even if it had been short-lived, where they were allowed to know each other with such a perfect level of intimacy? They breathed in sync, chests heaving in time. I imagined if I closed the space between us and pressed my hands against their sternums, their hearts would thump the same way.
I should have made them both suck my cock. Choke them on it to wipe all that want from their faces.
Regardless, I was hard from the sight of them, the smell of them, precum and arousal thick in the air, but I didn’t want either of them to taste the latex on my dick from the condom I’d worn with Bellamy. Rules were rules and condoms were never allowed as part of the initiation, but I’d never gone without and I had to be permitted at least one secret of my own.
The longer they stood together, the harder all three of our cocks became. Finally, I pulled mine out of my pants and gave a slow stroke from root to tip. Luca’s eyes went wide, nostrils flaring as both of them turned their attention to the erection jutting up from between my legs. My cock was thick like the rest of me, hard to get my hand around, and hot to the touch. I spit in my hand and gave another stroke, spreading my legs to get more comfortable.
Luca’s breathing stuttered, falling out of time with Daren’s for the first time since I’d realized they were aligned. They might be hiding the fact they were in love with each other, but there was no denying Luca would have climbed onto my lap and rode me to completion while Daren stood in front of the door and watched.
That was what I should have done, what was expected of me. That would have been the display of power, of control.
But I was tired, and Bellamy’s desperate fight to push me off was still too fresh in my mind, tangled with the cold shoulder from Gideon and the absolute lack of ownership I had of my own life, of the lives of the people I was meant to be responsible for. I couldn’t claim another man who didn’t want me.
Another man who wasn’t Gideon North.
“Daren,” I said.
I needed to bear witness to the outcome of this night.
I needed them to be aware I knew about them, to understand that the only secrets in this house were mine. Spitting again on the top of my dick, I used my fingers to smear saliva down the length of my cock, not bothering to hold back from the way I leered at them both. If it had been another night, I would have gladly taken the two of them at the same time, but having four men on my mind was three too many.
“Yes?” Daren asked, his voice pulled taut as his foreskin now was.
I grunted, hole clenching when I tightened my fingers around my dick.
“Fuck him until he comes, but don’t let him come until he cries. I want to watch.”