Clan and Crown (29 page)

Clajak warmed at the idea. Egilka had
taught him a thing or two. Being on the bottom was not always an
awful thing. Sometimes it could be quite nice. However, the Dramok
still preferred to be in control. Having Bevau under him was a
fantasy he’d entertained for three days.

He looked at the smirking Nobek. Bevau
stood still, but he thrummed with energy. Clajak knew taking such a
man down would be a profound achievement. He needed time to figure
this out.

Stalling so he could do just that,
Clajak said, “Hmm. I’m not sure you have a valid point, my Imdiko.
Tell me, Bevau, what is the protocol for obeying dissenting orders
from two princes?”

Bevau cocked his head to consider the
question. “I would have to make a judgment call and serve the one I
believe to be the most entitled. That would be based on the
situation, not privilege of birth, by the way.” He gave Clajak a
narrow gaze.

A curl of excitement and dismay swirled
in Clajak’s gut. The Nobek had identified Clajak as the greater
physical threat of the two royals. Of course the warrior would want
to overcome that first, rather than the more intellectual
Egilka.

Clajak needed to think faster. If he
didn’t come up with some ruse that would outsmart Bevau, the Nobek
would get him in a compromising position. No doubt the prince’s
rogue of an Imdiko would be more than happy to go along with that,
hoping to get an opportunity to top as well.

Keeping his tone unconcerned, Clajak
asked, “Are you saying that I would be in the wrong?”

Egilka’s eyes danced with merriment. He
could tell which way the wind blew. “You, wrong? Perish the
thought.”

A frontal attack on Bevau was out. As a
trained soldier, a high commander of the ground forces no less, the
man would have Clajak on his belly and a cock up his ass before the
Dramok could land the first blow.

Still stalling for time and knowing he
was running out of that commodity, Clajak dropped onto a seating
cushion. Playing nonchalant, he eyed his companions. There was no
denying the predatory glint in both sets of eyes that trained on
him. Clajak’s nervous excitement edged up another notch.

He confronted the situation head-on.
“Ganging up on me, I see. And here I was thinking of pleasant ways
to while away the time until we can venture back
outside.”

Egilka shot Bevau a conspiratorial
grin. “That’s pretty much all he ever thinks about.”

“So I’ve heard. Such things have their
time and place.” The Nobek looked about the shelter. There wasn’t
much to look at. “With this being a new facility, no one has
thought to put distractions in here. With nothing else to do, this
place will see its share of such activities. We have the time. I
have the inclination.”

Bevau’s gaze fell on Clajak again. His
eyes had gone dark, and the look on his face had turned pure,
hungry Nobek. Clajak thought maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea
for him to put himself on the floor where he could easily be pinned
down. He thought if he tried to rise now, Bevau would be on him
like a ravening zibger.

Egilka didn’t make the situation any
better. Even the gentlest Imdikos could sense when prey was ready
to be taken. “You should know that Clajak is heavily afflicted with
the Dramok’s curse.”

Bevau grinned. His fang peeked out. “He
has to run the show, huh?”

Egilka sighed. “Unfortunately. I’ve
found it takes a great deal of craft to put him on the
bottom.”

The game was coming to a close, and
Clajak was on the losing side. He sat straight up, his eyes
narrowing at his clanmate. “All right, Imdiko, I know what you’re
playing at. Don’t even think about it.”

Egilka ignored him, speaking familiarly
to Bevau. “That means you’ll have to make that judgment you
referred to earlier. Who would you obey in this
situation?”

Bevau’s grin was pure deviltry. Clajak
knew the last play was at hand, but he didn’t have a decent move
left to him ... if he’d ever had one at all. With no strategy
making itself known to him, instinct took over. He tried to get to
his feet.

An instant later he was flat on his
back, laying on the long seating cushion. Bevau was on top of him,
holding him down, his rigid erections pressing against
Clajak’s.

The commander gave him an apologetic
smile. The expression of contrition was ruined by the fangs and
humor dancing in the Nobek’s eyes. “Your pardon, my prince ... I am
only obeying your consort’s orders.”

All of Clajak’s Dramok instincts rose.
His need to be in control brought his own set of fangs down. He
snarled, “You two bastards are going to—”

He never got to finish his threat.
Bevau’s mouth sealed over his. His tongue invaded Clajak’s mouth to
swirl sinuously around its twin. The spicy scent of arousal washed
over the prince. Bevau’s aroma was wilder, heavier than Egilka’s, a
heady elixir that stopped all Clajak’s thoughts. The kiss was
mind-stealing too; a sweet plundering that shoved all of the
Dramok’s strength into his groin. His arms and legs lay lax, weak
and shaky before the delicious assault.

Bevau’s callous-roughened fingers
stroked down Clajak’s neck as he kissed him, the touch sending
wriggles of excitement down his flesh. The Nobek’s hands moved
across his shoulders, investigating the bunched muscles, traveling
on to stroke down his biceps, on to the forearms, his fingers
circling the prince’s wrists...

Too late, Clajak remembered to
struggle. Bevau already had him at a disadvantage, pinning him
down. The commander broke the kiss to gloat.

“What’s the matter, my prince? Used to
having your way with your subjects?”

“They rarely regret letting me enjoy
them. I’m sure you’d feel the same way,” Clajak said, knowing
bargaining was not likely to get him far.

“Perhaps, but it’s against my nature to
surrender just because a Dramok wants me to. Even when that Dramok
is a prince. Still, I do wonder if I’m overstepping my bounds with
you.” Bevau looked over his shoulder. “Perhaps my other prince
would be so kind to do what I would not presume?”

“Gladly.” Egilka stepped into view and
knelt beside the two. “Just keep holding him for me.”

“As my prince commands.”

Clajak growled at Egilka. “You are
going to pay for this, you know.”

“Don’t I always? It’s still worth it to
get your surrender,” the Imdiko snarked back.

He grabbed a handful of Clajak’s hair
and turned the Dramok’s face to one side. Clajak knew what was
coming. He bucked with all his might against Bevau’s firm hold and
weight. His angle was all wrong, and he had no way to break free,
however. All he succeeded in doing was to drum his feet against the
cushion and rub his avid groin against the Nobek’s.

“Oh, please keep doing that,” Bevau
enthused. “That feels wonderful.

“It won’t be so wonderful when I –
fuck!”

Clajak’s threat was cut off by the
sudden pain of Egilka’s fangs sliding into his throat. The piercing
hurt almost immediately subsided. The knowledge that his clanmate’s
intoxicant flowed through the hollow fangs, joining with Clajak’s
bloodstream, was much worse than any hurt.

“Damn it, I hate you
sometimes!”

“Hush, handsome Dramok,” Bevau crooned
to him. “Be nice to your Imdiko. You know he has your best
interests at heart.”

Egilka laughed with his mouth plastered
against Clajak’s neck. The Dramok rolled his eyes to glare at the
commander, who smiled down at him.

“Best interests, my ass. The man is
always looking for an opportunity to dominate me.”

“Does he? That’s interesting. I guess
he doesn’t get many chances.”

The first throb of euphoria’s siren
call filtered into Clajak’s brain. All at once he was
excruciatingly aware of the body covering his, of his Imdiko’s
mouth on him, of warmth, of mingled scents of masculine arousal, of
his helplessness against two beautiful men. His cocks
jerked.

“No, I don’t give in easily. I know
Egilka has his needs, but have you looked at his ass? It’s
irresistible.”

“I have looked at his ass, and I agree.
Yours is equally tempting. It was a tough call to decide which of
you I wanted to get inside first.”

Clajak realized he no longer resisted
the pair. Awash in desire, his body had given up the fight before
his brain had. Egilka’s venom took hold, blurring all but his sense
of arousal.

The Imdiko rose, releasing the bite. He
licked the tiny smudge of Clajak’s blood from his lips. “I think my
Dramok will play nice with us now.”

“Yes?” Bevau looked into Clajak’s eyes.
“I wish for you to lie here and not move, my prince. Upon my honor,
I swear I will make it worth your while.”

The Nobek’s honor meant much less to
Clajak than the order to be still burning its way into his brain.
He groaned, unable to move to defend himself even when Bevau
released his wrists and sat up to look over his prize.

“Such a handsome thing,” Bevau said,
his gaze roaming over Clajak with an undisguised aura of
possessiveness. “I can see why you’d want to put him under you from
time to time, Prince Egilka.”

“Oh, I don’t mind him being on top, not
really. I have my alpha moments, but for some reason it feels more
natural to have my Dramok in control. When I insist on topping,
it’s usually to piss him off.”

Bevau bellowed laughter at that. “You
two sound like you butt heads more often than not.”

“But he loves me. How could he not?”
Clajak sighed, wishing the other two men would get naked. Just
because he wasn’t in control didn’t mean his libido suffered. Not
one bit.

“And you love him,” Bevau
noted.

“Of course. Wouldn’t you if you were
me?”

Bevau looked from one prince to the
other. “I think you two are lucky to have each other. And I think
if Prince Clajak will be a good boy and stay right where he is—”
the words were a command and not a request, leaving Clajak unable
to defy the Nobek “—then I will make Prince Egilka every bit as
helpless.”

With that, Bevau yanked the startled
Imdiko close to him. Egilka had a moment to yell before the Nobek
burrowed his face into his neck, biting to put him under his
control.

“No fair!” Egilka yelled, pummeling the
commander as he fought to escape.

Bevau wrapped his beefy arms around his
captive, pinning Egilka’s arms to his sides. All the Imdiko could
do was groan as his will fell prey to the Nobek’s venom.

Clajak lay frozen, watching his
clanmate succumb to the big, beautiful savage. Egilka shuddered
every few seconds, a testament to desire battling the instinctive
need to resist. Clajak’s cocks pushed hard against the fabric of
his shorts as his excitement climbed. He’d never realized how
enticing it could be to watch the Imdiko he adored taken by
another. It was damned thrilling to see Egilka surrender to the
other man, to watch his body soften to the brute claiming
him.

* * * *

Egilka couldn’t figure out if he was in
heaven or hell. He’d thought he and Bevau would team up against
Clajak, playing with his handsome Dramok until all three of them
were satisfied. It had been an enthralling fantasy, one he had
looked forward to. He hadn’t anticipated Bevau turning the tables
on him once Clajak was under control.

Now he was held helpless against the
Nobek’s strong, perfect body. The arms circling him were iron. So
were Bevau’s cocks, hot even with their clothing between them. They
pushed against Egilka’s lower belly, branding him with heavy
demand.

The feeling of the commander’s mouth on
his neck, feeding intoxicant into his veins, was sensual. Egilka
didn’t want to escape and that scared him. After all, he and Clajak
knew little about Bevau, save for what was in his service records.
All pointed to a man trustworthy and loyal to the Empire, which by
extension made him loyal to the crown princes. But there was always
the chance a zibger had hidden himself in kestarsh
clothing...

Bevau climbed to his feet, carrying
Egilka up with him. The Imdiko had the sensation of being taken a
few steps away from Clajak, of being turned around. And then he was
lowered, his legs flopping almost bonelessly on the billowy surface
of a cushion, his rump making soft contact, his back settling into
the pillow.

Bevau let him go and loomed over him.
The Nobek looked over at the prone Dramok, who watched them with
parted, wet lips.

“What do you think, my prince?” the
commander asked, a rumble in his low voice. “Is it exciting seeing
your clanmate with another man? Or do you often watch while he
enjoys a Nobek?”

“I’ve never just watched,” Clajak
admitted. “Since we clanned, I’ve been a part of all his encounters
with Nobeks. I always want Egilka, especially when he looks the way
he does with you.”

Bevau’s gaze turned to Egilka. The
Imdiko moaned, anxious lust ignited by that dark, demanding stare.
“I see what you mean. It would be torture to see this lovely man
being fucked and not able to join in.”