Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TORGRIND
When Jamal mentioned being friends with a prince, I’d thought the interaction would be more formal or at least calmer. I hadn’t realized he was friends with someone of such a high station because they both thrived off chaos together. And the prince wasn’t the only brat who showed up to the meal.
“You didn’t!” Jamal gasped, a huge grin on his face.
Simon grinned wickedly. “I did. I wanted to see if it was just a dry spell or if they really did have magic cocks. Was it my fault he took too long to wake up?”
Zakai didn’t look at all surprised by Simon’s story, a matching grin on his face as he nodded in agreement. “It is a great way to start the day. And if I want something I know he’ll protest, he’s more likely to say yes if he wakes up to me sucking his cock.”
I saw Uttin, the clan leader for the Northern Clan, reach past Simon to snag Zakai around the waist, dragging him around his friend and into his lap. I felt the need to mimic the move. Those three together seemed like trouble.
Ignoring the way Zakai protested until he was silenced with a passionate kiss from his bondmate, Simon leaned forward toward Jamal, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Have you tried it yet? I imagine you have your work cut out for you with two.”
Jamal stuck out his lip in a pout, shooting Brenek and I with an accusing look. “No. They said it was too hot since we woke in the afternoon while traveling at night. Big babies.”
Brenek twisted his mouth to hide a smirk, trying to focus on his conversation with Tyos who was seated beside him.
We both realized early on that the prince and his friend were bad influences on Jamal and stuck close, despite usually spending this time talking with old friends.
Something told me if we didn’t, Jamal would be drunk and causing mischief before the meal was even finished.
“If they really wanted it, they’d find a way,” Simon pointed out, raising an eyebrow in my direction. “Feigrind and I have fucked in all sorts of places. He never tells me no.”
When Jamal’s head whipped around, his eyes wide with indignation, I handed him another cup of ale and kissed his forehead to distract him. The brat, Simon, was trying to rile him up, and the only way to keep him calm was to supply him with alcohol.
Jamal took it with a scowl, spinning away from me again, but after a few sips of ale, he relaxed against me, his ire soothing as they switched topics to places around the settlement that the two troublemakers had snuck off with their bondmates for a tryst.
I’d switched between giving him water and ale to keep Jamal from getting too drunk, since I knew he’d be disappointed if we couldn’t give him the ‘dessert’ he’d asked for earlier, and Brenek would often hand him food while he was talking, encouraging him to eat without a word so he wouldn’t be drinking on an empty stomach.
It seemed to be working, as Jamal was relaxed but not drunk, but I kept an eye on his intake just in case.
“So how’d you snag two anyway? I wouldn’t have thought these guys would share,” Zakai asked curiously. He’d finally escaped his bondmate’s lap, unwilling to give up the conversation just yet. He’d been ecstatic when Jamal arrived and was pleased to share a meal with him again.
Jamal shrugged, his grin a little too smug when he said, “I’m just that irresistible. Had I known you were into males, I would’ve seduced you too when you still lived in the castle. We would have had fun together.”
The reaction was instantaneous. Zakai was snatched back to his bondmate’s lap again, Uttin shooting Jamal a glare of warning, while I grabbed Jamal and Brenek turned his full attention on our troublemaker, nipping his shoulder to get his attention and ensnaring him in a kiss.
I understood the urge and took my turn reminding him who he had fun with until he was dazed in my arms and no longer looking in the prince’s direction.
Simon started laughing, drawing Jamal’s attention his way. “Goddess, I like you. I don’t think when Orthorr started accepting male tributes that he realized the number of bold personalities that would join the clans. Just because we like males doesn’t make us soft.”
“Here, here!” Zakai agreed, lifting up his glass of ale.
The three shared a drink, and I started considering what options I had to get Jamal away from these two. He was going to get into trouble flirting with a clan leader’s bondmate like that.
“Sharing is one thing I won’t do with my bondmate,” Simon said once they’d settled again, returning to the subject he was curious about. “I’m selfish with his attention. How do you manage it?”
Jamal’s eyes lit up, and he leaned forward, expression eager to share his story. “Well, at first they would take turns, but last time–”
With the knowledge that all three clans that were at the settlement right now were sharing this meal, making this area incredibly crowded, I put my hand over Jamal’s mouth, leaning to whisper in his ear when he screeched indignantly.
“The community fire is a gossip mill, tavi. Save these kinds of conversations for when you’re alone with your friends. ”
I wouldn’t stop him from sharing, I didn't think I’d ever win that battle, but if I could encourage privacy, I would. I for one didn’t want our sex life shared with the entire clan, much less all three.
Jamal considered me with narrowed eyes, so I added, “It’s not as though you won’t talk to them again. Though, maybe it can wait until tomorrow? We still haven’t had dessert yet.”
I made my tone intentionally suggestive, and Brenek chose that moment to press a kiss against the pulse in Jamal’s neck, a sweet spot we both knew would distract him and move his attention where we wanted it.
I saw Simon’s eyes narrow as he watched us interact and hoped he’d keep his mouth shut long enough for us to get Jamal out of here.
Jamal’s eyes slipped shut, and he tipped his head, giving Brenek more room. I could feel his smile against my palm and when I released him, he tipped his head back to look at me, lips pursed for a kiss.
“Time for dessert?” Brenek asked.
“Mm. Absolutely,” Jamal breathed.
Zakai and Simon snickered, but their amusement didn’t dissuade Jamal or get him to change his mind. He allowed me to scoop him up, throwing his arms around my neck as I turned in the direction of our tent.
“Have fun!” Zakai called after him. “We want details later!”
Jamal leaned over the back of my shoulder, absolute delight in his voice when he agreed, “Tomorrow?”
“If you can walk tomorrow,” Simon replied with a laugh.
Maybe if we kept Jamal busy all night, he’d be too tired tomorrow to sneak off with those two. I just knew if I left them alone, there’d be trouble.
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We’d been careful not to let Jamal get too drunk while socializing with his companions.
Neither of us was willing to take advantage while he was in a drunken stupor, and he’d already told us how he wanted the evening to end.
He didn’t even notice us feeding him and giving him water, though he’d probably notice in the morning when he wasn’t as hungover as he usually was.
Eating and spacing drinks with water was how I prevented a hangover when I was needed on duty the next morning and didn’t want to be hungover while protecting my clan.
There was some alcohol in his system, but not enough to cause him to be off balance. The moment Torgrind set Jamal down in his tent, he jumped at me, pulling me down for a sloppy kiss while tugging at my trousers.
Chuckling, I toed off my boots, picking him up and distracting him with kisses while Torgrind did the same for himself and Jamal.
When I laid the gorgeous male on the bed, stripping his tunic off at the same time, he arched his back, giving us both a beautiful view of the lines of his body and all that soft skin.
“I want you both,” he purred, putting his hands above his head with a sultry look that would bring any male to his knees. “At the same time.”
I remembered his suggestion to suck Torgrind’s cock while I fucked him and grinned at him. “We can make that happen, varakai. Just relax. Let us take care of you.”
He moaned in response, his cock already hard and drawn to his belly when I pulled his trousers off and tossed them aside.
Since the only way I knew to prep him together with Torgrind was to repeat the first time, I turned him on his side, fetching the oil while Torgrind laid beside our little troublemaker and distracted him with kisses, grinding them together with a grip on his ass that opened Jamal up for me in just the right way.
“Mmph!”
Jamal cried out into Torgrind’s mouth when I used my tongue against his hole to soften him for me.
His hips bucked, one hand reaching back to tangle in my hair and tug me closer, silently demanding more.
I gave it to him, loving watching him squirm and moan, knowing it was because of what I was doing to him.
Torgrind pulled his lips away from Jamal, his voice tight with restraint as he demanded, “Hurry up, you little shit,” while glaring at me.
I hadn’t even noticed that Jamal’s writhing movements were grinding his cock against Torgrind’s, making them both moan.
I ignored him for a little while longer, letting him suffer holding back his release, knowing he couldn’t let himself come unless he wanted to ruin Jamal’s plans for the evening.
It was when Jamal’s moans got higher, and I knew his release was close that I finally pulled my mouth away from him, giving him a moment to breathe while I slicked my fingers to properly stretch him.
Torgrind’s hands on Jamal’s ass spread him a little wider, and it surprised me to find him watching me, his eyes locked on my fingers disappearing into Jamal’s body. It was a gorgeous sight, I’d give him that.
“Please, please, please!” Jamal whined, trying to thrust his hips to get more of what he wanted but being unable to move in Torgrind’s grasp. “Ah!” He wailed as I pressed against the key to his pleasure, his body tightening like he was once again on the edge of release.
“Brenek,” Torgrind warned. When I shot him a glare, he gave a significant look at Jamal, who looked close to tears. Guilt made me pull back. I wanted to make him feel good, not push him past his limits.
“You said you wanted Torgrind’s cock in your mouth,” I reminded the little male, giving him a light tap on his ass to get him moving. “Focus on that.”
Jamal didn’t hesitate, shoving Torgrind onto his back and sucking him down like he was starved for it.
Torgrind let out a shout, taken by surprise by Jamal’s frantic attentions, and I let the two play for a moment, enjoying watching the pink in Jamal’s cheeks from his arousal begin to spread, his eyes shut as he gave himself over to the task of driving Torgrind insane.
My cock twitched at the thought of him doing that to me.
Perhaps we needed to switch places next time.
If he wanted us both to touch him, this was the perfect way to do it.
While Jamal was distracted, I lined myself up at his entrance and pushed inside, groaning at the tight squeeze of him around my cock. He moaned around Torgrind’s length in his mouth, making my clan brother throw his head back on a gasp.
It was hard to watch them and not feel arousal from the image.
I moved my hips in time with the bobs of Jamal’s head, watching Jamal’s body contort in pleasure, and thrust a little harder when I heard the strain in Torgrind’s voice as he fought to hold back his release.
My mind supplied images of Jamal’s beautiful mouth on me instead.
Combined with the reality of him squeezing my cock, I knew I wouldn’t last long.
It was Jamal who came first after I tipped his hips in the right way to brush against the key to his pleasure again.
His scream made Torgrind follow him, and the clench of his body around me dragged me along as well.
For the second time, I was too lost in what was happening to pull out in time, and I knew the minute Torgrind found out, he was going to be pissed.
I’d gladly be the one on my back for the next few times to make it even, though.
Something made me think the experience with Jamal’s mouth was just as enticing as the rest of him.