Page 31 of Triadic

That night at dinner I was thrumming with energy, so much so that Ceridor teased me mercilessly about needing more chores. It was like I'd been awakened somehow; a dormant part of my manhood had been brought to life. I'd done two morningworkouts—one with Corbi, then another with Marit, though my versions were abbreviated to not stress my healing stomach—and then after walking the halls and doing my daily meditations, I'd helped the cooks with lunch and then dinner, plus resetting the kitchen in between. I'd even helped scrub the laundry before the dinner shift started, and yet still, after a quick nap in the late afternoon, I was raring to go.

I was going to get laid tonight, after getting an earth-shattering blow job this morning, and my body knew it.

I'd kept myself physically active the entire day, which was supposed to help me funnel this energy that wanted to be satiated sexually. Yet my quick nap had totally recharged me, and I felt like I could don my snow boots and tromp around the monastery without tiring. Or rather, even if I took a rest, I'd recharge. It was like I was standing in the river and knew I'd always have water.

By the time I finished helping the kitchen crew after dinner and the three of us went for our bath, my hands were shaking with anticipation. It was practically vibrating off me. Corbi and Marit shared private smiles that I could still see and pretended to have a regular bath, as if nothing were amiss. It was all I could do to get through our bathing and into my robes before getting hard.

In our bedroom, Corbi shut the door and banked the wood stove to get it nice and toasty. One of them had warmed stones and placed them under the covers.

Suddenly I was shy, embarrassed. "We don't have to do anything tonight. Just because I want to doesn't mean we have to."

Corbi chuckled and shook his head, disbelieving. Marit sent me a smirk. "Peter, we can sense your energetic flow. We've been so close to you ever since you arrived that we're starting to become attuned to you. If you think my body isn't revved up after this morning, not to mention the pheromones you're giving off right now, you're very wrong."

Corbi propped himself up on the bed, his back against the wall. He held his arms out to me. "Come here,Mausi."

Marit nearly choked on air. "What was that?"

I kneed onto the bed and crawled into his embrace. Corbi pulled me in and kissed my hair. "He's as skittish as a little mouse. I'll call himMausi."

"Can I fuck you?" I whispered, reverently flattening my palm against his chest.

"There it is," said Marit with some mirth. "How's that for your little mousey, darling?"

"I guess I'm the one who gets to go first," answered Corbi, cuddling me close again.

"What I really want is for you both to top me, one after the other," I blurted, but I knew what Corbi the doctor's response would be.

Yet he shivered around me and took a moment to answer, which in turn set my nerve endings alight. Maybe he was looking forward to that, too.

"Not until your stomach feels better," Corbiordered. "When you can do all the diaphragmatic breathing exercises for our magical tradition without your tummy hurting, then you can bottom for us if you still want to."

Oh, I'd definitely still want to.

Marit jumped in. "Peter, watch how I prep Corbi, and you can prep me the same way."

Indeed, I didn't have much experience with it, since my one faux-boyfriend-cheater-jerk hadn't been good about prepping me and had instead prioritized just getting what he wanted. But I shoved those unhappy memories aside and focused on what was in front of me, my new life and this relationship that was so incredible I couldn't believe they wanted to be with me.

We wriggled out of our clothes, and Corbi stretched out on the bed while Marit snagged some lubricating oil and got to work. He stretched Corbi open with lubed fingers, and I copied his movements and opened Marit up.

"How often do you tend to…" I trailed off, my cheeks burning.

Corbi smiled. "Have sex? Whenever, but it's not every night, because our magical rituals and workouts can tap into a lot of that energy. During planting season and harvest, we're so exhausted all we can do is sleep."

"Honestly, with Wren, we'd usually just swap blow jobs or jerk off together," Marit tacked on. "Anal penetration is a lot of work and requires cleanup."

I froze. "Oh, I'm sorry. We don't have to—"

"Oi."

I jumped and met Marit's gaze. "Ja?"

His sharp look softened. "I want you to fuck me tonight, Peter. And whenever you have the urge to. You better believe I'm topping you as soon as Corbi the doctor signs off on your recovery."

I still didn't see how I wasn't a burden in all this. "But if it's easier to just blow each other and sleep?"

"It's different with you," said Corbi, his cheeks flushed with arousal. "I can barely restrain myself when I wake up to you lying on me and rubbing that cock of yours into my side."

Marit nodded. "It really is different. Not to diminish what we had with Wren before, of course, but just from that blow job this morning, I could tell. I don't know how to explain it, but I can hardly wait till you finish healing, Peter."