Tragic King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 2)

“I – I don’t know. Yes...maybe. We’re working things out.”

Church shook his head, then laughed and shrugged. “You still can’t do anything halfway, huh? I can’t imagine having a poly relationship. One person trying to boss me around is more than enough.”

Severin opened his mouth to say no one was going to be bossing him around about anything then realized he almost fell into the trap of giving too much information. His brother was sneaky like that and knew him far too well.

“But if you and Minnow are still getting married in a few months?” he persisted. “What about him?”

That was a good question. One he didn’t have an answer for yet.

Before he could think of an appropriate response, the server came by with their food. The steak was good, but Severin’s appetite was gone.

*

They converged on her, Severin dragging her away from the kitchen counter while Rodrigo put ingredients back in the fridge.

“No Viking raids in the kitchen!” she grumbled, trying to pull her arm away. “I’m trying to get things done!”

“What the fuck are you doing, Miss Korsgaard?” Severin growled quietly in her ear. Her whimper made his body hum with approval.

“I was going to start making dinner, Mister Leduc. I won’t have dinner ready on time if you don’t let me get to work.” She wriggled in his grasp, trying to get away.

Rodrigo stalked to them, his hungry gaze on Minnow’s heaving breasts. “You don’t want to make dinner right now, Min. Loïc will only be gone for so long.”

“No!” She tried to kick at Rodrigo, but he caught her ankle, then the second when she tried again. “You two can’t just change the schedule because your dicks are hard! You’re going to make dinner late then punish me for it.”

Severin held her while Rodrigo stripped off her cute checkered dress, baring her braless breasts and exposing her white cotton panties that screamed ‘good girl’ yet showed a tantalizing amount of ass cheek.

“Would we honestly do such a thing?” Severin asked. “Again?”

Rodrigo shrugged, then dodged when she attempted to knee his groin. “Wow, she really holds a grudge. We haven’t done that to her in at least a week.”

They ran their hands over her body, kissing her mouth and neck until the fight left her.

“Did you really think we’d let you get away? Especially since you keep wearing these sweet little thigh-high socks you know drive us crazy.” Rodrigo purred, tracing the top of one then sliding a hand between her legs. Whatever he did made her go up on her toes, squeaking in dismay and forcing her back against Severin. She was so short compared to him that her ass didn’t reach his groin, but he grabbed her hips and held her tightly against him. “And they show the fucking brand we put on you,

which leaves me constantly rock hard.”

“Please...” She gasped. “You’re the ones who keep buying them for me. My dress covers everything too. It’s not my fault you know what’s under my dress! No...”

“No what?” Rodrigo moved his hand from between her legs to cup her breasts, grabbing her nipples roughly and tugging on the rings in them, drawing a moan of pain from her pretty mouth. When she didn’t reply, he kissed her, hard and deep.

Severin reached between them, sliding her panties aside to plunge a finger into her slick heat. Rodrigo’s jean-restrained erection brushed against Severin’s arm, but he was too distracted by Minnow’s efforts to fuck his fingers deeper to worry about that. Hot. Wet. As much as she’d protested, this was exactly what she wanted.

She laid her head back against his chest and Ro followed her down, meaning Severin was up close for the twining of their tongues and the girl’s small sounds of desperation. Not breaking their kiss, Rodrigo looked up at Severin, the lust in his eyes making him look half mad. Their gazes locked and he felt Minnow’s hands fumble with the button and zipper of his own jeans, then disappear to do the same to Rodrigo.

Their jeans fell into a heap on the floor, then one of her small hands wrapped around his rigid length, stroking him. He braced himself, gritting his teeth at the unexpected contact, but the pleasure quickly distracted him from his discomfort. From the way Rodrigo grunted in surprise, she’d done the same to him. Apparently their shy little submissive was feeling pushy today. Well, more grabby than pushy.

She lured Severin into their kiss then left him kissing Rodrigo as she sank to the floor between them. He ached, but was having trouble focusing on directing her with Rodrigo’s short, sharp breaths mingling with his own, their mouths hungry for each other. Reaching down, he tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged her closer to where he wanted her. Like a good girl she complied, her clever tongue exploring the head of his cock before she enveloped it in her hot little mouth. She sucked, the pleasure making him brace his free hand against the countertop behind him. Her lips moved off him and Rodrigo grunted into Severin’s mouth, then he swore eloquently in Spanish before offering Severin another kiss.

Severin stripped off Rodrigo’s shirt, running his hands over the lean muscle of his chest, down to his abs. He had a beautiful body, refined, and now he could touch him everywhere he’d always wanted to. His fingers explored the ridges and dips in muscle he hadn’t been able to ignore in their years of friendship.

Workouts and midnight swims and times they’d shared Min all came back to him in a series of images – stolen moments where he’d admired while trying not to, and wondered what Rodrigo would feel like under his hands if he ever allowed himself to touch him this way. It was so much better than the times he’d dreamed about him. He’d never allowed himself to jerk off to the idea, but in his dreams they’d done sordid things he never let himself think about later.

Like Minnow, Ro had learned to ask permission without words, and Severin let him to help him out of his shirt. Ro slid his hands over Severin too, and he allowed it even though the feel of another man’s hands on him made him grit his teeth. He needed to let this happen. He needed to get used to this, just like he had with Minnow.

Her mouth switched back to him, and he let himself be lulled by the slow seduction of her lips, the tight, building ache in his balls. Rodrigo sucked his tongue while Minnow sucked his dick. He felt ganged up on, pressed back against the counter as they pleasured him. Quiet sounds of desire filled the room, erotic and heavy. Time slowed, movements languid and sensual. Rodrigo’s touches, so different than Minnow’s, shifted from irritating to pleasurable.

Minnow’s mouth left his straining shaft, and her hand took over. Rodrigo shuffled closer and grunted, his forehead dropping to Severin’s shoulder as Minnow started to work on him again, her head more or less trapped between them. Severin wanted to shove Rodrigo away – to tell him he was too close, but Ro was lost in pleasure and unaware he was making Severin uncomfortable. But Minnow’s hand and the feel of Rodrigo’s mouth latching on to suck his neck kept him silent, and the slide of Minnow’s silken hair on his thigh was blissful.