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Igor clearly didn't like that answer. "Can you test me while we're on the road? I need to get back to him."

We both knew who he was referring to. Igor didn't like not having Wren in his sights, and yet for some reason, Wren had not accompanied them.

"He's not in immediate danger?" I confirmed.

He shook his head, though he still seemed worried.

"Let me talk to my partners about traveling," I said. "At the very earliest, we'll leave tomorrow."

Tonight was for the three of us, and I wouldn't let anything interfere.

Chapter Eighteen: Peter

The unspoken situation seemed to be that Igor, the large guard, was protecting both Awariye and Wren, and although Igor's shoulder needed to be looked at, he wanted to return to wherever Wren was, so we'd all depart in the morning to go see him. I wasn't privy to why Wren had not come with them, but both Ceridor and Marit made it clear we weren't to speak of Wren until we left the monastery, so I kept quiet until I could be filled in.

We ate dinner quietly in our rooms, Ceridor sharing his with Igor and Awariye. The little birdie hopped onto Awariye's shoulder when I bid them goodnight. I wasn't even sure who was aware of our visitors, or whether tomorrow's excursion would result in my lovers and me not being allowed to live at the monastery anymore. To push a talented medic and a skilled librarian into the world would be such a waste,but I would treasure them and help us find jobs somewhere.

"Peter."

I turned to find Corbi standing there. He took my hand, and immediately I calmed. "What is it?"

"Let's spend some time together tonight," he said softly, his blush giving him away.

Marit was waiting for us in our room, and when he opened his arms, I stepped into them. It was as natural as breathing.

"We don't have to do anything tonight," explained Corbi as he stepped behind me and sandwiched me between them. "We can bathe and then sleep if you want. Big day of travel tomorrow."

"I want this," I said, leaning into Marit and checking if he wanted this too.

I found a fire in Marit's eyes that said he'd waited long enough. He crooked a finger under my chin, tilting me close for a kiss. "Good."

We bathed together with a quiet reverence, then piled into our room that was nice and warm. We slid out of our clothes, careful but eager. I'd fallen in love with them so quickly, and over the three months I'd known them and slept between them in the bed, that devotion had only matured, ripening from the first sparkling poppers like fireworks on New Years to a slow burning flame that might just stand the test of time.

Marit slid onto his back and beckoned to me. On my hands and knees, I straddled his waist and leaned in.Desire and affection gleamed in Marit's pale-blue eyes. I combed his hair off his forehead and smiled, so warmed by our relationship, this bond that we'd fallen into and that now meant everything to me.

Without needing words, Corbi knelt between our legs and massaged my hips and cheeks and thighs. He grabbed the lubricating oil and swirled his thumb around my entrance. Marit touched my chin and pulled me into a kiss, our tongues dancing playfully and languidly. We had all night, and if our love was as true as it felt to me, then we had all the time that our fates allowed in our future together.

Marit and I made out while Corbi prepped me. I kept tightening up from the firm grip Marit held on both our cocks, plus his hot mouth demanding my attention, but Corbi would playfully swat my bum and tell me to relax again.

Corbi scissored two fingers inside me, stretching me open. When he crooked his fingers and found my prostate, I squeaked and nearly came, my cock leaking over Marit's fingers. Marit pulled me down so he could nibble on the side of my neck while he swirled my precum and kept us pressed together.

Three fingers now, and I was squirming, ready to go.

"Easy,Mausi," Corbi soothed. "Marit and I are large enough that we need to make sure you're fully prepped so we don't hurt you."

I knew they wouldn't hurt me. "I like a rough fuck."

"Nein," Maritscolded, biting my jaw and then licking where he'd bitten. "If you're sore, then you'll need a longer recovery time."

A shiver ran through me. "So there'll already be a next time, huh? Maybe I'll fuck you both in between for a few days."

Marit growled deep in his throat. "You can if you want, but I have two months of bottoming for you to make up for. Your ass is mine, Peter."

"With consent, of course," Corbi added softly.

I giggled, then yelped when Marit pinched me in jest.

"I think he's ready," claimed Corbi, withdrawing his fingers and patting my ass. "How do you feel, Peter?"