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" Their relationship would continue to grow, to change. There would always be pain, and they would be tested... Their triad had the shakiest of foundations, based as it was on mistrust, jealousy, and deception. But ships didn't need pillars pounded into the earth; no, they needed strong, protective hulls that could carry them over the ever-changing waves of an uncaring sea. With trust, hope... love--all things they had built together--they could weather anything. "
― Bey Deckard , Fated: Blood and Redemption (Baal's Heart, #3)
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" Do I want this? Tom quested forward to kiss him again, and Baltsaros let the first mate’s soft lips take his, passionate and slow. Jon shuddered behind him, his cock stroking over Baltsaros’s pucker again, a little teasing push, then away, so slippery that the captain thought Jon must have slicked his cock with oil while he lay kissing Tom. Another pass of Jon’s cockhead caused Baltsaros to push back, losing himself in the first mate’s embrace, their mouths locked and tongues seeking. Yes, he did want this. If Jon needed to use him to reclaim the sense of control he had lost, so be it. "
― Bey Deckard , Fated: Blood and Redemption (Baal's Heart, #3)
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" Jon finally stopped his slow tease, and he forced his cock into Baltsaros, slow and hard until his hips were flush against the captain. When Baltsaros tensed and gave a small, pained grunt as Jon opened him up, Tom drew back, his eyes wide. His hand slid down from where it rested on Baltsaros’s side to his hips. Understanding dawned on his face as he realized exactly what was happening. With a raw-sounding moan, he shifted close enough that their cocks touched and pulled the captain’s leg up onto his thigh. Baltsaros’s pulse soared, and he felt a surge of lust from the naked desire in Tom’s eyes as the first mate held onto him while Jon fucked him slowly from behind. Jon’s teeth closed on skin again—there was no doubt in the captain’s mind that he would be marked and sore, but it made him groan in encouragement. With panted grunts, Jon fucked into him faster, more frantic, and Tom and Jon’s hands clawed lines of pain over his skin as he was savaged by the first mate’s fevered kiss. Then Jon let out a strangled cry and buried his face into the back of the captain’s neck as his thrusts went erratic, a few deep plunges followed by a series of shallow strokes that sent a sweet pulse into Baltsaros’s core. "
― Bey Deckard , Fated: Blood and Redemption (Baal's Heart, #3)
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" It’s just a scarf. I thought it’d look nice at yer collar,” muttered Tom, embarrassed. The wisp of blue had reminded him of Jon’s eyes so he had pocketed it. “Ye don’t have to wear it. Forget it.” He reached for the scarf, but Jon pulled back and smiled. “Thank you. It’s just unexpected, that’s all. It’s beautiful, Tom. Really.” Tom scratched the back of his neck and nodded, his face hot. Jon watched him for a moment before holding out the piece of silk. “Actually,” he said with a smirk. “Can you put it on me? You know how I am with knots.” Tom took the soft piece of grey-blue silk and looped it around the back of Jon’s neck, carefully tying it over itself like a cravat in the front and tucking the loose ends beneath Jon’s black shirt. After giving him a quick, chaste kiss on the cheek, Tom stepped back and smiled sheepishly. “There. Ye look like a right lord,” he said. Jon’s seal-brown curls framed his face and continued in a tumble over his shoulders, nearly as dark as his shirt. The scarf that peeped out from the open collar really did bring out the blue in his eyes, and Tom was glad that he had given it to him. “Sweet is definitely not the word I would have chosen to describe you when we met,” laughed Jon, fingering the silk at his throat. Tom scowled, but really it was just an act. "
― Bey Deckard , Fated: Blood and Redemption (Baal's Heart, #3)
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" Lungs heaving, Jon lay still for only a moment before he pulled out of Baltsaros. Hand on the captain’s shoulder, he roughly turned him onto his back. Jon’s eyes were dark as he leaned over him. “It’s Tom’s turn now,” he said quietly, his breathing ragged. Baltsaros frowned, wondering if he had misheard. “Jon?” said Tom. He sounded more confused than aroused. “It’s ok, Tom,” said Jon, gaze locked on Baltsaros. There was power there. A challenge… and yet, affection. “He’ll submit because I want him to and because he loves you. And… He loves me.” He stroked the side of Baltsaros’s face, lips barely moving as he spoke in a hush. “Baltsaros, I want to watch Tom take you. "
― Bey Deckard , Fated: Blood and Redemption (Baal's Heart, #3)
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" Eventually, there was a small grunt of assent from Tom, and he curled his warm body behind Baltsaros’s. With a gentle hand, he carefully manoeuvred Baltsaros into a suitable position so he could penetrate him. Though he couldn’t see Tom, the captain could tell how apprehensive he was. The captain had to laugh. “I’m not made of glass,” he said, opening his eyes. Jon’s cheek dimpled in the briefest of smiles. Tom mumbled something against his skin; though he didn’t catch what it was, it sounded like either a prayer or a curse. Or, he thought with a smile, it could be both. However, his levity was broken a moment later when Tom’s cockhead pushed hard against his opening and began to slide tight into his body. "
― Bey Deckard , Fated: Blood and Redemption (Baal's Heart, #3)
