Bee Among the Clover by Fae Sutherland, Marguerite Labbe Page A

different from willingness. He had to wonder how thin that line was, when at the moment the slave looked for all the world as if there were nowhere else he’d rather be.
“Roman, pretty one, do you see what sweet lips Aron has?” Wariness filled Aron as Wulfgar brought one finger up to brush over Roman’s lips, the thane groaning as his tongue slipped out to lick at that passing finger. “Kiss him, Roman.”
Aron barely noticed how Roman’s eyes widened at that command, his own snapping up to clash with Wulfgar’s. The thane just smiled at him, then looked down at Roman to give him a nod. That seemed to soothe him, and he leaned forward and offered his lips to Aron. Aron made no move to take them, his heart pounding in his chest. This was unfamiliar, and he wasn’t sure what to make of it, his hackles rising because if he hated anything, it was being caught unawares. Wulfgar had certainly done that.
And then his thoughts were washed away when Roman took the initiative and leaned in to close that last fraction of an inch between them and brushed his lips against Aron’s. Aron felt the contact down to his toes, his eyes closing on instinct, feeling his stomach tighten when Roman’s tongue slipped out to sweep across Aron’s lower lip. He couldn’t explain his reaction to it, the tremble that ran through him. He’d never reacted to any of Wulfgar’s kisses that way, and his heart pounded even harder as Roman tilted his head, his tongue slipping out again to nudge Aron’s lips apart, though he didn’t slip it inside.
Aron fisted his hands at his side, the urge to bury his fingers in Roman’s hair startling him. After a pause, Aron let his tongue slide out, touching it lightly to the other man’s, and that seemed to be the catalyst, their tongues tangling, lips sipping at each other before breaking apart. Aron met the slave’s eyes, confused, seeing the troubled look in Roman’s dark ones before he cast them downwards and nestled back against the thane.
“That is a beautiful sight.” Wulfgar’s rough voice broke the silence, and Aron lifted his eyes, the thane’s hand splayed on his back and the long fingers stroking his skin, searing like a brand.
Aron’s eyes narrowed, and he held his body taut, though it did him no good in avoiding contact. He was pressed flush up against Roman’s warm, naked body, with Wulfgar’s hand to keep him there should he try to pull away. He wanted to curse them both, especially with the way his body reacted to that simple kiss, his belly tightening and cock stirring.
Unfortunately, Wulfgar noticed, giving him a superior smile and stepping around to stand in front of them both, one hand sliding to Aron’s hip, the other cupping the side of Roman’s neck. For a long moment the thane just looked at them, his gray eyes sliding over Roman and then Aron, looking pleased with himself. Aron felt another shiver of apprehension when Wulfgar’s hand on Roman slid to his shoulder and, without protest, the slave sank to his knees.
Aron scowled when the thane’s eyes turned on him, his heart thumping hard in his chest at the amusement he could see on Wulfgar’s face.
“Join him, boy.”
Aron had never been so tempted to throw a fit, reluctance in every line of his body as he obeyed after hesitation. The thane tossed aside his tunic before reaching down and threading a hand each through their hair. Aron didn’t relax, but he couldn’t miss the way Roman tilted his head into the touch and smiled in obvious pleasure. Aron glowered at him.
“Undress me, both of you.”
Aron pursed his lips and began tugging at the crossties of Wulfgar’s boots, watching out of the corner of his eye as Roman did the same, though with more graceful, eager movements. Aron again had the thought that Roman’s line between capitulation and willingness must be thin indeed.
When Wulfgar stood proudly nude before them, Roman leaned forward without guidance and pressed his lips to the thane’s thigh, turning