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Wide eyes stared at Tavarus for a moment before Elliot obeyed his order.
Soon there would be no hesitation as trust between them grew stronger.
“Lift your knees, little duck.” Tavarus pulled down the sheet covering Clay,
leaving it hanging off the end of the bed.
For the first time, Tavarus surveyed his gorgeous mates together and in all
their naked glory. Sweet Elliot’s legs were braced high and spread wide to
accompany Clay’s gauze covered torso. Tavarus reached out and fingered the
tempting sac peeking out between his slim legs. Oh, the things he could do
with that soft bag of fun.
“Tavy.” Elliot shifted back, pushing his testicles fully into Tavarus’s
hand.
Tavarus blinked, surprised at the nickname Elliot called him. He didn’t
think anyone in the world other than his tiny mate could get away with
calling him Tavy. Tavarus mentally shook his head, wondering what
else the little duck would spring on him.
He rewarded Elliot’s reactions to his playing by putting a little more
pressure on his sac. Elliot responded by throwing back his head and crying
out again. Pretty shivers rippled over Elliot’s golden skin.
“Kiss our sleeping beauty on the corner of his mouth, Elliot,” Tavarus
urged. “Show him what he’s missing by hiding from us.”
Tavarus watched as Elliot leaned down and placed a light kiss next to Clay’s
mouth. There was no reaction, which didn’t surprise him. It was going to
take more than a soft kiss to change the mind of their set in his ways bunny
leader.
“Taste our mate’s lips, and then come share with me.” Tavarus trailed his
fingertips down the inside of Elliot’s leg and over the top of Clay’s thigh.
Warmth pooled in Tavarus’s lower belly at Elliot’s enthusiasm. His small
tongue lapped at Clay’s lips until they glistened before going in for a deep
kiss. Satisfaction filled Tavarus when he saw bumps rise of along Clay’s
arms. Their mate was coming back.
Tavarus brushed his knuckle along the indent of Elliot’s spine until he
reached the crack of his ass. Dipping in, Tavarus found Elliot’s hole of
pleasure and pressed his finger against it.
Elliot broke the kiss and turned his head toward Tavarus. How delicious he
looked with lips shining and eyes begging for more. With quick efficient
movements Tavarus removed his clothing and left them lying in a heap on the
floor.
“Come, give me a taste, little duck,” Tavarus ordered and knelt with one
knee on the bed bringing him closer to his mates.
Elliot rose up on his knees and reached for Tavarus. Their lips met and
Tavarus pressed his tongue inside. Elliot’s familiar essence was now mixed
with a metallic taste and a peppery hint of Clay’s simmering strength. Oh,
how much fun Clay was going to be once he regained his strength. Tavarus’s
buffalo preened in anticipation of clashing and dominating their mate. He
couldn’t wait to give him everything he needed.
Elliot’s tongue darted forward before backing off, teasing Tavarus. He took
over and began probing, tasting, and exploring his mate’s mouth. Elliot’s
soft whimpers were his reward.
Reaching down he touched his fingertip to the end of Elliot’s prick. Precum
welled out, and his finger easily slid around and under the cap of Elliot’s
cockhead. Finding and rubbing the small bundle of nerves sent his little
mate into another erotic undulating dance.
Elliot leaned back and looked up through half closed glittering eyes. “Tavy,
I need.”
Tavarus enjoyed the site of his needy mate before saying, “Get back into
position so I can prepare you for me.”
After leaning up and giving Tavarus a quick kiss, Elliot smiled before
sinking back down onto his hands and knees. Tavarus was trying to figure out
that smile when the little imp reached under the pillow and pulled out a
bottle lube.
“Do you want to tell me how you used lube when you stayed in your duck form
all the time?” Tavarus asked as he took the bottle and opened the cap.
“No.” Elliot spread his knees apart a little wider and looked forward.
His buffalo’s temper spike at his mate’s denial, but the need building in
his loins had him pouring the slippery liquid over his fingers.
Putting a finger to Elliot’s hole, Tavarus ordered, “Love on our mate,
Elliot. Bring him back to us.”
Elliot bent his elbows and lowered his face next to Clay’s. This left
Elliot’s tight ass open and waiting for Tavarus to prepare him. He wasted no
time rubbing and softening the muscle guarding his mate’s opening. A glance
up and he saw Elliot lapping at the crook where Clay’s neck met his
shoulder.
Happy that Elliot was doing his part to drag Clay back to the land of the
living, Tavarus pushed a finger knuckle deep into Elliot. Lovely velvety
warmth squeezed around his digit. Adding more lube, Tavarus eased his finger
out before pressing back in. The sweet man opened so beautifully.
Tavarus added another finger and then a third. Soon he had Elliot’s opening
loosened and ready to take his substantial girth. Moving behind Elliot,
Tavarus straddled Clay’s legs and greased up his cock. Looking down, Tavarus
frowned and paused for a moment. Had he just seen one of Clay’s legs move?
“Tavy, I’m burning up.” Elliot braced his weight on one hand and with the
other pulled one butt cheek apart. “I’m so ready. Please, mate.”
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