Love's Choices

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  Verge is excited about all of the changes happening at the camp… And mostly the onslaught of sweets. When two of the ancients find him sneaking cake, it seems he’s about to get a different treat he’s always craved. A Verge sandwich.

  But with everyone pairing up and his friends finding happiness, he also doesn’t want to be the leftover someone settles for. Plus, who doesn’t want to be spoiled?

  Nero and Gaius are different sides to the hot coin. Ancient, powerful, awesome anything sexual, but one is tender and sweet while the other is all passion and fire. Together they make the perfect combo anyone could ever want.

  No one can date two people forever, but for the foreseeable future, it sounds like a ride Verge wants to be on. Except things change, and with all the uncertainty at the camp that they face as a people, and everything left that Verge needs to learn—maybe Verge wants more than wild times? The question becomes who wants Verge more and convinces him they’re what he wants?

  1

  “I found a tasty sugar elf,” a deep voice murmured behind me as he trapped me against the glass of the huge fridge door. “Stealing cake, no less.”

  “I was given free rein to eat as much cake as I wanted to by Zibon, and they’re his cakes,” I defended. That didn’t make my sneaking back into the cafeteria for more slices way after everyone else was gone from dinner any better. Fine, all my teeth were sweet and demanded sugar too often.

  That was why I helped Manny with desserts.

  I glanced over my shoulder and saw one of the ancients, Gaius. “And what is a sugar elf? Do they have ears of sugar? I mean, how does that work?”

  “Should I find out?” he challenged, leaning in and nibbling on my ear. “Tasty.”

  “If you make some joke of me being full of sugar and spice and everything nice, that joke’s already been made about Norris,” I rambled, panting.

  “No, you’re full of snark, and I love that.”

  “We do,” a voice added. I saw in the reflection of the open door that it was Nero, one of the other ancients.

  And both were hot.

  “Oh shit, do you want to make a Verge sandwich?” I whispered, getting the direction this was all going, especially given Gaius’s huge cock was pressed against my ass. I bit back a smile at the shock on their faces, turning in Gaius’s arms so I could really see them both. “Do I still get cake?”

  “Yes,” Gaius growled, grabbing me around the waist and flipping me over his shoulder. “Grab him cake, Nero. We’ll give it to him as reward for being good.”

  “I could have gotten cake all on my own without having to pay for it,” I reminded him, getting a smack on my ass for the comment.

  Something I didn’t seem to dislike. They were bigger than my six-two, and apparently that and being younger got me spanked.

  Kinky. I could do with some kinky.

  We reached the warrior dorm, and Gaius let us into a room that I guessed to be his loaner for however long they were staying. He tossed me onto the bed, giving me an intense look—all of his looks intense really, as I’d gotten the same that morning when Zibon’s friends had had breakfast with Alastair’s.

  “Get naked,” he ordered, and I realized he’d said it already but I’d been lost in his dark, dark blue eyes.

  “Do I get cake then?” I teased as I yanked off my clothes.

  “No, something else tasty,” Nero said from the doorway as he set down two huge plates of cake slices on the standard desk all the rooms had. He locked the door behind him and stared at me with a look that made me shiver. When I was naked, I glanced at them, wondering what came next since I was obviously not in charge of this fantasy ménage.

  “No, you’re not,” Gaius agreed, and I realized I’d said that out loud. Oh well. I was a twit most days. “Come to your knees on the floor.”

  I slid off the bed and did it, staring up at them. My heart raced as they both unzipped their pants and held out their hard, leaking cocks to me. I frowned. “Even if it’s a hookup, I’m not a whore. I don’t suck cock without even getting kissed first.”

  “Gladly,” Gaius growled, yanking me up and wrapping me around him as his lips found mine. He kissed me within an inch of my life, my dick leaking all over his shirt.

  I had a moment to suck in much needed air before I was handed over to Nero and he about ate me alive, his kisses were so intense. I was gasping for air and completely turned on when they returned me to the floor.

  “Let him pick who he wants to suck first,” Nero bitched when Gaius tried to feed me his cock immediately.

  I liked the idea, so I actually leaned over and licked Nero’s, much to his delight. His eyes went wide as I nibbled on the head before taking it in my mouth, grabbing Gaius’s and pumping it as I did.

  “This is not your first sexual experience,” Nero murmured, not with judgement but almost relieved they weren’t jumping the virgin. I nodded. It wasn’t. I’d messed around and dated with some humans in high school, college, and the job I’d had before I came to this camp. “We will be your best experience.”

  Of that I had no doubt. I’d heard enough from Zibon that morning when he and Alastair had fun in the bathroom to know being with ancients would set a new level of fun.

  I switched to Gaius after a few minutes, not wanting to act like I couldn’t handle two men. He smiled down at me and told me I had pretty, pretty lips made for sucking cock.

  Charmer.

  “Move to the bed, love,” Nero ordered, Gaius growling that his blow job was getting interrupted. “I want in him, and I’m going to stretch him while you get sucked.”

  “Fine,” Gaius agreed and picked me up, moving me onto the bed easily so I was on all fours. Then he fed me his cock again. I moaned at the taste of him.

  Then I cried out as Nero started eating my ass. He seemed to like it because he was incredibly enthusiastic. I felt it through all my nether regions.

  “I’m going to come on your face,” Gaius told me, frowning when I flinched. “It’s not a whore or porn thing. I like marking lovers. Would you prefer another spot?” I shook my head. That was okay then. “Good.”

  He pulled away as Nero added fingers to my ass, and I cried out as Gaius sprayed me with his cum. I moaned and came apart, Nero murmuring how amazing I was.

  “You are astoundingly good at fun,” Gaius praised, wiping my face with something, giving me a heated kiss as he pulled me up to my knees. He got on the bed and grabbed my still hard cock. “Nero and I are going to take such good, good care of you.”

  “Yes, please,” I whim
pered, noting the way they both liked that. “I’ve not had sex in years because everyone’s pairing up and no one’s really left and—” I moaned as Nero pushed in me, his cock much, much bigger than any I’d been with. He nailed my prostate straight on, and I cried out, climaxing again.

  “Shit, you were so right that he’s perfect,” Gaius praised.

  “You haven’t been in him yet,” Nero grunted. “It’s like hot, tight, wet perfection.”

  I blushed at the compliment, Gaius’s eyes lighting up and kissing me while Nero thrust harder.

  “A Verge sandwich is a tasty sandwich,” Nero moaned minutes later when he finished me again before doing the same deep in my ass.

  “Should we double stuff him?” Gaius whispered, asking Nero, but I started shaking my head. “No? Not something you’re into?”

  “I might be but no sex for years. Let’s not break me.” I searched his eyes. “We can do this again, right? I mean, you’re not leaving.”

  “Yeah, we can do it again,” he chuckled, kissing me.

  Nero pulled out of me and dragged me to the bed, sitting me on his lap as he spread me out wide, holding back my shoulders with his arms even as he attacked my neck. “I want a front row seat to Gaius fucking you silly.”

  “Are you guys like together?” I asked, suddenly realizing I might be the third of this, not the focus.

  “No, but we’ve shared many, many men over the years, finding fun in that,” Gaius chuckled.

  “Yeah, I get you’re ancient and have huge sex histories, but not sure I need to hear I’m one of soooo many,” I bitched.

  “No, you’re special,” Gaius assured me before thrusting so hard in me my teeth hit together. He leaned over and licked my nipple before biting the other one. “You’re our sugar elf we’re punishing for stealing treats. Who wanted to be sandwiched. Not sure we’ve ever found anyone so adventurous.”

  “Fine, as long as I’m special,” I relented.

  “You are,” Nero assured me, nibbling on my ear. I liked that. I liked how he touched me gently in contrast to Gaius fucking my brains out.

  When that round was finished, they flipped me over so I was sucking on Nero as he sat there, watching me intently while Gaius pounded into me. Gaius finished before Nero.

  “May I see one thing, sugar elf?” Nero asked as he lovingly cupped my cheek. I nodded, and he flipped me onto my side, turning so we were perpendicular to each other. Then I felt pain flare in my ass as I heard the crack. I sucked on him harder, and he smiled widely at me. “So you do like that?” I nodded. “Do you want more?”

  I pulled off his cock and saw he really wanted to know, was curious and cared. “I’m getting a bit tired and will be sore, so maybe not tonight. We can space things out, right? I mean, or are you only wanting tonight?”

  “No, love, I want more than tonight,” he chuckled easily. He moved over me and between my legs, pushing in me gently as he wrapped my legs around him. “Oh yes, I want all the nights while we’re here to be inside you, take all you offer.”

  “Sounds good,” I moaned as he took me to new places, my body singing it felt so good. I came with a scream, my vision getting a bit fuzzy as I saw Nero’s happy face as he grunted and finished. My body went slack, and I passed out.

  They fucked me into passing out.

  And I never got my cake.

  I woke lying on a hard body, an arm like steel holding me to them. I blinked up at Gaius’s sleeping face, deciding to have a bit of my own fun. I lapped at the nipple right by me before sucking on it.

  “Mmm, is our sugar elf awake?” he chuckled deeply. “Does he want to play?”

  “Depends on the time because I have to get to work.”

  He told me the time after looking at his phone.

  “I have twenty minutes.”

  “I can do a lot in twenty minutes.”

  And he did. Namely, me, bent over the bed, begging for more and more.

  “You are a wonder, sugar elf,” he panted as he kissed my shoulder when we were done. “We saved your cake.”

  “You guys were selfish,” I accused, shooting him a pout.

  “We were. You’re just so delicious. We will be better tonight.”

  “Maybe,” I teased, giving him a shrug as if I wasn’t sure I’d come. Yeah, I’d come. I wasn’t a moron. “Zibon might have taught me we deserve getting spoiled. He got presents before sex, and I took good care of two of you.”

  “You did,” he agreed, studying me closely. “I like your spunk, your sass. Alright, sugar elf, we will woo you back into our beds and another sandwich.”

  Just to show I appreciated being appreciated, I got on my knees and blew him. It made me a bit late, but fuck, it was worth it.

  However, it put Mark in a less than pleasant mood.

  “Why do I keep being the one driving so people can eat after they’ve had sex fun and I’m celibate forever?” Mark bitched as he switched gears harder than needed. I blinked at him in shock, my fork pausing on the way to my mouth. “Oh please. You had sex and good sex. You basically radiate it and about came into the cafeteria singing Disney songs about being happy.”

  “Gaius and Nero made Verge sandwiches last night, and I woke up to more fun with Gaius this morning,” I confessed. He shot me a worried look, and I shook my head. “Yes, they’re dangerous and be careful, but don’t ruin it for me. It was fun. It was an awesome fantasy. Nothing more. I get it, okay?”

  “Oh, I think it was more than that,” he grumbled, nodding out the front window as he turned off onto the area we’d been working. I followed his gaze and almost dropped my food. In the spot where we’d parked the trucks the day before were about a dozen piles of huge trees already brought down and ready for us. At the front of the closest pile was a sign.

  “For our sugar elf.”

  “Wow,” I whispered, wondering how Gaius had already swung that. But it couldn’t have been him, because he’d gone to the shower, and I’d seen him at the cafeteria before we’d left. “Nero.”

  Mark backed up the truck to the first pile, and we got out. “Sugar elf? Really?”

  “They caught me snagging more cake after dinner,” I explained as if that said it all. I shrugged when he shot me a look that it didn’t. “They can call me whatever they want as long as they make more sandwiches with me.”

  “Dude, the sign is for you?” Norris asked, his eyes wide. I nodded, realizing we had lots of ears.

  “Okay, change of plans for today then,” Dimitri chuckled, shaking his head. “This works better because dragging down trees when not up to par physically is dangerous. Use the chainsaws to cut pieces smaller. Pre- and post-trans, you’re loading up the trucks and wood chipper. Use this time to get your strength up. Push yourselves, but don’t kill yourselves. Got it?”

  There were a lot of nods, and I hurried to eat my food before switching with Lance, taking his chainsaw as he headed out with a load and a group of pre-trans. We could dump the trucks and leave them to load the saw that sliced, split, and made the wood into pretty logs for fireplaces.

  I spent the next half hour cutting trunks into smaller sections since Nate had already cut off branches. When I moved to refill the gas, Lance pulled back up and refilled us on drinks.

  “Verge, take the truck full of chunks and a group back and show them how to start with that so we can get caught up,” Matteo ordered me. “Also, take charge of the pre-trans group and get them taking wood to stack everywhere. We’re doing triple rows in the big areas this year. We got too light last year with the crazy extra cold.”

  “On it,” I assured him, waving the group he ordered with me to follow. Three stuffed themselves up in the front seat with me while two more took their chances in the back. I waved to whoever was on duty in the tower that opened the gate for me, and instead of heading to the barn that the branches and trunks went into, I headed to the start of the paths to training courses. I backed the truck up.

  Everyone got out, and I dumped the load, their eyes
going wide at the mess it made. They had no idea the fun that came next.

  “We don’t stop training for snow. We’re just smarter about it,” I explained, gesturing to the fading and dying trail. “We use the wood chips on the trails so they don’t turn muddy or dangerous. Your job is to rechip every trail. Shovel bins from this pile that we’ll add to lay more down. Do it right, or you’ll be the ones to suffer as you run these obstacle courses.”

  “Can you show us how much is the right amount?” one asked nicely, and I nodded. That was fair.

  I led them to the barn to get the gear, noting the way the pre-trans Lance had left were working hard but looked about to keel over. I whistled for them to stop, making an executive decision. They shut down the saw, and I waved them to join us. I showed both groups how to do it and then let both groups get a break and start on that while I handled loading the saw.

  I could use the workout, and I hadn’t caught them slacking off. They were still working too.

  “They were dying,” I explained to Lance and Mark who came in the next drop off. They nodded, knowing it wasn’t going as well as we’d hoped. Mark took back the truck I’d brought, and Lance dumped his. I rounded up my pre-trans again and showed them how to use the huge bins to load up logs and where to dump them down the chute for the warrior dorm basement. I told them what we’d always been told before and that their dorm got last.

  It was motivating.

  Just before I was going to give them a break for lunch, Mark came racing over to me. “Zibon’s mated. He’s mated. Those people this morning were his parents, and they brought someone for him to mate, forging mating contracts, so Alastair claimed him. We missed all of that. I got containers for people, and we left. I thought it was something else and Zibon was supposed to drive trucks. He’s going through some ceremony, and we have to be a part of it. I do.”

  “Shit,” I hissed, telling my pre-trans to take lunch before racing after him. We got filled in at a special meeting with Gaius to explain it to us. He had to a couple of times because it was so, so out there from what we knew.