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

his head to nuzzle at his balls as well. Aron sat back on his heels, jaw dropping in shock. He couldn’t believe that Roman voluntarily did such a thing, and he quickly became determined that he would be damned if he ever was so eager. He could not explain the lurch in his belly as he saw a tongue, soft and pink, slip out to lick.
Aron’s attention was pulled away when Wulfgar’s hand tightened in his hair, drawing his gaze up. Aron saw the pleasure flicker across the thane’s face and knew Roman was using his mouth on him, but he refused to look. Instead, he kept his eyes on Wulfgar’s, and the thane must have seen the challenge, because he gave him a slow, knowing smile.
The thane’s voice was firm as he guided Aron’s mouth to his balls. “I’m sure you’ve had this done to you before, boy. You know what to do.”
Aron knew, yes, but that was no preparation for doing it himself. He could hear the quiet sounds of pleasure Roman was making so close to him, could feel the brush of silky hair against his bare shoulder as the slave bobbed his mouth on the thane’s cock. Aron closed his eyes and hesitantly slid his tongue out to touch the tip of it to the thane’s balls.
He didn’t taste much, really, but just the knowledge of what he was doing clawed at his pride and made him want to rebel. The scent was strong, and, while not unpleasant, as Wulfgar bathed regularly, it was unfamiliar and a powerful reminder, even with his eyes closed, of where he was. On his knees using his mouth on another man.
It seemed to go on forever, Roman’s moans beside him, the thane switching them off. One moment Roman sucking him, the next Aron, back and forth, and Aron found himself drifting, finding it odd that it wasn’t the thane he was paying attention to, but more Roman. He heard every moan, felt every brush of Roman’s skin against his own as the thane moved them how he liked. He could smell the slave over the musky scent of Wulfgar’s arousal.
When the thane drew them both away, Aron caught the pout of Roman’s face and wondered if the day would come when he himself felt the way the other man did about servicing Wulfgar. And then he pressed his lips together. No, that day would never come, he was sure of it.
Wulfgar tugged them both to their feet, and Aron watched out of the corner of his eye as the thane kissed Roman, watched the way the slave clung and whimpered needily into it. And then the thane was kissing him as well, and Aron compared this kiss with the brief one he had shared with Roman, again wondering why it seemed so different. It wasn’t unpleasant, but there was no fluttering in his belly as there’d been when Roman’s lips had touched his own.
The thane began to move, guiding the three of them back to the bed and stretching out, Aron on one side, Roman on the other. Aron glanced across the thane’s chest to Roman, meeting his eyes briefly, but the slave averted them in favor of cuddling close against Wulfgar and nuzzling his chest.
Wulfgar chuckled and leaned down to brush his lips against Roman’s ear. “I want you to show the boy how a mouth should be used.”
Roman’s eyes widened and flicked up to the thane before he smiled and nodded. Dark eyes met Aron’s for an instant as Roman began to slide down the bed, and Aron felt a tremor run through him at the seductive expression.
His attention was turned as his lips were claimed by Wulfgar, and Aron was shocked to his core to find that this time the kiss seemed different. It stirred in his belly, and he would have pulled away, he was so disconcerted by the flutter of pleasure, but before he could, he felt wet, soft heat close on his cock, and he froze, tensing and then just as quickly melting as he realized it was Roman’s mouth.
Aron tried to bite back the moan but failed, barely noticing that he had begun to kiss Wulfgar back, his hips restless as all attention focused on Roman and what he was doing. His cock started to stir, hardening as the