All Chapters of Tempted By Him: A BL collection of romantic stories: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Callum povThey put me in black and told me not to look anyone in the eye.Prince Edric wore court gold. He looked like the room had been built around him. A visiting duke’s daughter had her hand on his sleeve. He smiled the smile he used for treaties. He did not look at me.I poured wine and kept my head down and felt him anyway. Four nights since the window. I had not been summoned. I had slept badly. I had walked into this hall already half hard from the knowing, which was a stupid way to start a night full of eyes.“Don’t stare,” the floor steward muttered as he passed. “And don’t drop anything on a lady’s hem. You are here because someone asked for extra hands from the yard. That is not a favor. That is a test.”Someone had asked. I knew who.I moved. Tray up. Smile for no one. The bruise on my throat was hidden by a high collar that itched. Under the black, I was just a body Edric had already used twice and sent back to straw.An hour in, my arms ached. Lords laughed too loud. A

Leith povThey took me off the road after dark and they did not explain.One minute I had a pack on my back and a lamp in my hand. The next, pine slammed into my nose, a sack went over my head, and someone bound my wrists with a strip of leather that bit. I kicked. I got a grunt and a heavier body pinning my hips to dirt. Alpha. Two of them, by the scent. Same blood. Same rut-heat under the trees.“Mouthy,” one said, almost amused.“Quiet,” the other said, and that one meant it.They put me in a truck bed or a wagon… and the ride was all jolt and breath and my own pulse in my ears. When the sack came off I was in a cabin with one lamp and a locked door and two men who looked like the same knife sharpened twice.Tall. Dark hair. Gold eyes. Shoulders that ate the room. One had a thin scar through his left brow. That was the only way I could tell them apart at first.“Name,” said the scarred one.“Fuck you.”He smiled without warmth. “Leith. We know. We caught your trail two miles back.

Leith povThey didn’t wait for morning.Rut had climbed into the cabin while I slept in snatches. The air was wrong. Rook already behind me on the bed. Ash in front, kneeling, gold eyes bright like he’d been watching me twitch in my sleep.“Turns are over,” Ash said. “You rest when the knots say so. Not before.”I tried to sit. Rook’s arm locked around my waist and dragged me onto my knees. My hole was still slick from the last filling, sore, half-open. He checked with two fingers and grunted, satisfied enough.“He can take it.”“He’ll say he can’t,” Ash said. “Then he’ll come anyway. That’s the game now. Who gets the loud one.”“I’m not a game.”Rook pushed into me from behind in one thrust. I dropped to my hands. The sound that left me was already too much. He didn’t knot yet. He fucked, deep and mean, using the wet his brother had left like it belonged to both of them.Ash held my face up by the chin. “Louder than last night, Leith. He can’t see your mouth from back there. I can. G

Leith povI woke already between them, already wet, already sore in the places they had made theirs. Rook’s mouth was on one bite. Ash’s hand was between my legs, two fingers checking, as if the night might have closed me.It hadn’t.“On your knees,” Rook said.No speech about last times. No sorry sitting on the sheets. I went up because my body went up, and because the choosing day was over. My throat hurt where the warning bites already lived. Slick had started before anyone put a hand on me. They could smell it. I didn’t bother denying it.Ash tipped my chin. “Last chance to say you want one of us out of the room.”I stared at him. “You wouldn’t leave.”“No,” he agreed. “I wanted to hear if you’d ask.”They put me how they wanted. Rook behind. Ash in front, standing on the bed so I had to tip my face up. Ash painted my mouth with the head of his cock.“Open. He’s going to knot you. You’re going to take me while he locks. Then we stack. You don’t pick the order.”I opened. Ash pushe

Jonah povThree days of silence that wasn’t silence.We were on the same email chains. He sent a calendar hold I declined.By the third afternoon my mouth was tired of being professional. I almost walked to his building. I went home instead and left the lights off.On the third night someone knocked like they paid rent.I opened because I knew. Caleb in the same black shirt, no tie, rain on his hair. He didn’t say sorry for the hallway. He didn’t say hello.“You’re going to tell me to leave,” he said.“Leave.”He stepped in anyway. I let him. That was the whole night in one movement. The door shut. The lock turned because I turned it, and I hated that my hand did it.“You didn’t answer,” he said.“You didn’t ask a question.”“You followed me. That was the question.” He looked around my apartment like he was pricing the grudge. Small. Clean. The pitch awards on a shelf I should have taken down. His eyes snagged on them. “You kept those.”“They’re mine.”“Some of them were ours.”“Don’t