He didn’t. He’d seen Beez and Carter kiss. He’d heard the moans. He’d heard Carter cry out when he lay with Beez, and heard Beez call Carter’s name.
Why shouldn’t I have that too? Just this once? Is that asking too much?
He’d done this for millennia. He’d been at the beck and call of humans who wanted intelligent conversation. Who wanted to snuggle. They never summoned Alcy because they desired him—
—and what filled Beez’s eyes was desire. Forhim.
And just this once, Alcy desired something for himself.
He stood on his toes and brushed his lips against Beez’s. He’d expected Beez to respond with fervor, to ravish him, to make him breathless. Instead he walked Alcy backward until he felt the wall behind him, and returned the kiss, with a gentleness Alcy hadn’t thought possible.
“See? Nice, isn’t it?” Carter whispered. He slid his hand down Alcy’s arm, and the light touch spread ice over his skin. Yet Beez’s lips on his set a fire blazing inside him.
What is happening to me?
“My turn,” Carter said.
Alcy tried to move, to make room so Carter could have his turn with Beez, but instead Carter tugged Alcy away from the wall and down toward him, kissing him more forcefully than Beez had.
“Open for him, Alcy. See what he can do,” Beez rumbled.
Alcy didn’t hesitate. He opened his mouth, and Carter swept his tongue inside. His hands tightened on Alcy’s arms, dragging him closer. Alcy lost himself in the overwhelming sensations—and then Beez stepped in behind him, pressing his body to Alcy’s.
Oh my—Alcy ground back against Beez’s hard cock. He broke the kiss and stared beseechingly over his shoulder. “Please.”
“You beg so nice, my angel,” Beez murmured. “I think it’s time we all found out what the three of us can do together.”
Carter left the two staring at each other as he went to shower. As the hot water sluiced over his body, his mind went to whatever was happening in the bedroom. Were they getting hot ‘n’ heavy? Making out? He dried himself off hurriedly, then dashed back—and ground to a halt in the doorway.
What the fuck?
It seemed as if neither had moved. He watched for a bit.
Seconds ticked by.
More seconds.
Why are they just… standing there, looking at each other? Why aren’t they all over each other?
It was time for Carter to step in. Because God help him, Beez and Alcyneededhim.
He rolled his eyes. “You two…. You’re positively hopeless.” When they both jerked their heads and gaped at him, he smiled. “I do understand.” He pointed at Beez. “If it isn’t simply giving in to primal urges, you can’t think outside the box. And as foryou…” He gave Alcy a hard stare. “You’re just too freaking sweet for your own good.” Carter folded his arms. “So isn’t it lucky that I happen to have a mental folder absolutelyfullof sexual fantasies that could easily adapt to three people.”
“You do?” Alcy asked with ill-concealed incredulity.
Carter burst out laughing. He held up his left hand. “See this? The only long-term relationship I had was with this hand. We were quite intimate, and you wanna know why? It never got jealous of my fantasies about Tom Daley, Idris Elba, Henry Golding, Ryan Reynolds… Man, that list was pretty near infinite, and Handy here saw me through all of them.” He smirked. “And let me tell you… Me, Thor and Deadpool? Yeah, that’s pure jack off fodder there.” He peered at Beez, his head tilted to one side. “How long have you thought about this?”
Beez swallowed hard. “About what?”
“Having Alcy here, being able to touch him, see him naked? Watching his dick fill, and knowing you’re the cause of it?” Beez’s jaw was almost on the floor, and Carter laughed. “Come on, you can tell me. Decades?”
“Centuries,” Beez admitted.
“And you, Alcy?”
“Not long after he was created.” Alcy couldn’t take his eyes off Beez.
“Howlong after, exactly?” Carter pressed.