And Chiz definitely approved. “Look at this monster.” He cupped Dare’s balls in one hand and traced the slit of his cock with his other. “Big slit. Bet you come a lot.”
Dare’s legs were getting shaky and they hadn’t even gotten to the sex part yet!
“Shower, babe. He needs the blood washed off.” Bowen winked as he walked past them. “Warm water or cool?”
“Dare?” Chiz asked. “Or hot? Whatever you want.”
“Warm,” he managed to say just as Chiz pressed the side of his thumb against Dare’s slit.
“Warm it is,” Bowen said. He started the shower. “Wash him. Everywhere.”
Chiz waited until Dare was in the shower, then Chiz was naked and in there with him, wet, warm, his thick dick hard and pointing right at Dare.
Chiz smirked and grabbed the soap and washcloth Bowen handed him. “Time to get you clean. Everywhere.”
Dare couldn’t possibly blush any harder. “Er—”
“Yes, even your ass,” Bowen said. “He’s gonna was you all over, touch every inch of you.”
Rather than argue, Dare decided to let go of his inhibitions. He wanted whatever he could have from Bowen and Chiz.
Chiz soaped up the cloth, then he began gently washing Dare’s wound. “Get this over with first, so we have nothing but fun stuff afterwards.”
As turned on as Dare was, he hardly noticed the pain as Chiz cleaned the injury. Chiz murmured soft, unintelligible things to Dare, words, but Dare was lost in the moment, in totally letting go. He’d never trusted anyone like he was trusting the two men in the bathroom with him. There was a buzzing in his head, his heart was pounding hard and he was covered in goosebumps despite the warm water.
“Now, the rest of him,” Bowen said. “Slowly.”
Chiz cackled, and he did exactly what Bowen had said. Dare braced his hands on the shower wall as Chiz took his time soaping him up.
Chiz started with Dare’s face, and in between sudsy swipes with the cloth, Chiz kissed him—nibbling, fierce kisses that left Dare breathless.
Then Chiz massaged Dare’s neck while washing him, and proceeded to do the same to Dare’s shoulders and arms. It felt good, both sexual and caring. Dare would have to be careful. He could quickly become attached to feeling like he mattered to someone.
And that was how Chiz, and even Bowen, made him feel. Though Bowen wasn’t touching him, Bowen’s heated gaze and the way he instructed Chiz to take care of him ensured that Dare knew Bowen was just as much a part of what was happening as Chiz and Dare were.
“His nipples look dirty,” Bowen observed. “Might need to use your mouth on ‘em.”
“Yeah, I might.” Chiz pushed the shower head aside, then rubbed one of Bowen’s nipples with the rough cloth before sealing his lips around the other. The perfectly timed tug to both nipples pulled a moan out of Dare. He slipped his hands over to Chiz’s hips and held on as Chiz sucked and lapped, teasing and spurring Dare’s lust to greater heights.
“More,” Bowen said. “He needs more.”
Chiz kept at it, working Dare’s nipples into stiff peaks that were so sensitive that even Chiz’s breath made them ache in an exquisite way.
“Look at the six-pack. Needs to be scrubbed.”
Chiz followed orders unquestioningly. Dare began to pant, rubbing his dick against any part of Chiz he could reach.
Then Chiz dropped to his knees and started washing Dare’s legs, his hips…his dick and balls.
Dare tried really hard to control himself, but he was too excited, too aroused by Chiz and Bowen. He ground his teeth and bit his tongue, but to no avail. When Chiz ran the cloth over his balls and nuzzled his slit, Dare came. “I’m—” he managed before Chiz sucked the tip in, taking the first spurt of cum eagerly, moaning, that hand on his balls moving back until the washcloth was right there, rough and perfect against Dare’s hole.
Chiz applied just the right amount of pressure, both to Dare’s asshole and around his cockhead. Chiz used his tongue to drive Dare’s orgasm higher, hotter, drawing it out until Dare’s legs gave way.
He’d have fallen—again—had he not been caught by Bowen. It had to be Bowen since Chiz had been kneeling.
Dare had enough brain cells left to be thankful he hadn’t ended up getting bitten, considering where Chiz’s mouth had just been.
But he didn’t have much time to muse over it, because Bowen turned him around, braced Dare’s hands on the wall and held Dare in place as he said, “Now you can do the backside. I want to hear him scream when he comes this time.”
Oh…oh damn!
“Wash him good, then I’m gonna hold his ass open for you so you can rim him before you fuck him.”
Whatever things Dare had fucked up in his life, this made up for all of it. All the pain and insults and fear, the disappointments. How two men he hardly knew could touch him inside, emotionally, was a puzzle to Dare. He just hoped they didn’t break him when they were done with him.
Chapter Fourteen
While Chiz had been irked that his anger toward Bowen had simply vanished, he was now glad he’d let go of the stupid emotion. Otherwise, he might have missed out on the incredible adventure he was having now.
Dare, all strong muscles and slick skin, quivering, coming, crying out—Chiz traced his fingers down Dare’s spine, feeling each notch of it.
“Just like that,” Bowen ordered, still keeping his distance. Chiz knew why, or part of why, anyway. Bowen was definitely enjoying being the boss, but besides that? He was afraid to lose himself again, to do to Dare what he’d done to Chiz.
And Chiz got it, he did. If this were going to be more than a one-time thing though, he’d eventually want Bowen to get in there with them and get dirty. Or clean. Whatever.
Then Chiz realized what he was thinking, and panic lodged in his throat.
“Don’t stop touching him,” Bowen said, his voice rougher than usual. “All the way down until you can spread his cheeks and show me that pretty little hole.”
Chiz moved his hand, pushing past the panic as best he could. Did he want more than what he had with Bowen…on a regular basis?
Dare whimpered and Chiz thought that yes, he did want more than Bowen and sex, and whatever was building between them. There was no point in lying to himself. Chiz wanted Bowen and Dare, and for more than just today.
He didn’t know exactly how long he wanted both men, but he wanted them, and he’d bet Bowen and Dare were just as interested in more than a one—or two or three—off together.
But Chiz figured he was the only one who’d admit it without hesitating. Bowen would be afraid of making himself a pack of wolves. Chiz snorted but covered the sound up by pressing his lips to the divot above Dare’s left cheek. He licked the spot, and the taste of water, soap, man all intensified, soaking into him in a way he’d never been able to process before.
Then Chiz noticed it, the way his senses were sharpening—he could smell the water, tangy minerals in it, could taste Dare’s skin and so many flavors burst upon his tongue. He heard the slightest alteration in Dare’s breath, could see how smooth and gorgeous Dare’s skin was.
Chiz quit worrying about anything at all as he focused completely on Dare. He licked the divot again, then used his tongue to make a path right over to Dare’s crack.
“Do it,” Bowen rasped, and Chiz could smell his arousal, hear it, feel it. Chiz went to part Dare’s cheeks, but Dare beat him to it.
“Perfect,” Chiz praised before using his hands to caress Dare’s abs and hips. He leaned back enough to look at his target, saw the tight, tiny pucker clench, then Chiz leaned in and began to tease, flicking his tongue up and down Dare’s crease, but never going low enough to lap at Dare’s hole.
“Oh, please,” Dare panted, pulling his cheeks farther apart, the skin around his fingers going white from the pressure. “God, please, just do it!”
“Not yet,” Bowen said. “I want him so close to coming that he can’t stop begging.”
> Chiz dipped his head down and nuzzled Dare’s balls, the heavy sac slightly fuzzy and hot. Chiz suckled one nut, then the other, all the while tracing circles along Dare’s stomach and hip. Every now and then, his wrist would connect with Dare’s cockhead, and Chiz would feel the tackiness of Dare’s pre-cum just as he smelled the slightly salty aroma of it.
Chiz rubbed as much of his face against Dare’s balls as he could.
“Prop one foot on the side of the tub,” came another order from Bowen.
Dare got one leg up, and a moment later, Chiz heard the rasp of Bowen’s zipper.
“Yeah, look at that pretty ass,” Bowen whispered. “You want to eat his ass, don’t you, baby?”
Chiz nodded before licking at Dare’s balls again.
“You want to fuck him, pound him into the wall, or maybe over the side of the tub. Maybe get him out here and put him on his belly so you can plow his ass.”
Chiz wanted all that, and he wanted Bowen to fuck him while he fucked Dare, but this was Bowen’s show to command. And it was hot as hell to know Bowen was doing just that—giving them orders, watching, getting off.
Chiz snuck a peek and saw Bowen slowly jacking his fat cock. Chiz moaned and tried to take both of Dare’s big balls into his mouth.
Dare keened and his balls tightened.
“Rim him,” Bowen demanded. “Get his hole wet with spit, then put your tongue and fingers in him.”
Bowen stopped masturbating long enough to shut the shower off. He ran the knuckles of one hand down Chiz’s back. “Better get Dare on all fours or bent over something before his legs give.”
Dare was trembling almost violently, but his scent remained heavy with lust, his cock hard, dripping with proof of his need, and he kept whimpering, kept holding himself open for Chiz.
He was aroused to the point of coming, and yes, Bowen was right. Dare was close to dropping to his knees.
“Help me?” Chiz asked and Bowen nodded.
He took hold of Dare’s arms, then helped Chiz turn him around—
Then Bowen kissed Dare, one of those deep, possessive, hungry kisses that made Chiz quivery inside, apparently whether he was just watching or receiving such a kiss himself.
When Bowen ended the kiss, Dare reached for him, but Chiz saw the yellow gleam in Bowen’s eyes, saw the hint of canines too long to be a human’s.
Dare didn’t appear to notice, and Bowen quickly moved back, though he kept hold of Dare’s arms. Bowen turned his head aside. “Down, boy. Chiz wants you on all fours, and so do I.”
Bowen dropped a folded towel outside the tub. “Kneel on that and brace your hands on the wall.’
Dare was tall enough to do it. He moved jerkily but fast, and with the help of Bowen and Chiz, Dare was bent over the tub and ready to play in seconds.
“Now,” Bowen said, and Chiz didn’t have to ask what.
He parted Dare’s cheeks and went right for his hole, pushing with his tongue, licking and sucking, learning the taste and scent at the core of this man.
Dare wailed and arched his back, pushing his butt toward Chiz. With his hands braced on the wall, Dare had a lot of power to utilize.
But so did Chiz. He dug in, thrusting his tongue, penetrating Dare when Dare’s hole relaxed.
Dare made guttural, animalistic noises as Chiz ate him out. Chiz lost himself in the taste and scent, the feel and sounds of the man. It startled him when something wet nudged his fingers, and he pulled his head back to find that Bowen was pouring lube onto them.
Chiz grinned at him, aware that his own face was wet with spit, happily messy from sex.
Bowen grinned back, then gripped Chiz’s hair and brought his cock to Chiz’s mouth. “You put your fingers in his ass, and I’m gonna fuck your mouth.”
“I wanna see,” Dare got out after several starts and stops.
“You’re gonna be too busy trying not to come,” Bowen informed him. “’Cause if you come, Chiz won’t fuck you.”
“No,” Dare protested. “Please, I want him to, or you, I want—”
Bowen nodded.
Chiz turned his head enough to see what he was doing, then pressed two fingers inside Dare’s ass.
Chiz shuddered as hard as Dare did.
“How does he feel?” Bowen asked.
“Tight,” Chiz choked out. “So tight and hot, holy fuck!”
“Open,” Bowen demanded, his grip tightening.
Chiz thrust his fingers in and out rapidly and offered Bowen his mouth.
Bowen took it, holding tight as he began fucking Chiz’s mouth.
“Don’t make him come,” Bowen warned. “Just finger him until…”
Chiz sucked, slurped, used his tongue, did everything he could to drive Bowen wild as Bowen became less cautious with his thrusts. At the same time. Chiz was aware of Dare, very aware of everything about him, about both men.
Dare fucking himself on Chiz’s fingers and mewled, his inner walls gripping hard.
Chiz swallowed around the head of Bowen’s cock. Bowen growled, his eyes as yellow as the sun as he pulled back and painted Chiz’s face with cum.
“Leave it,” Bowen said before he stopped jetting spunk. “Leave it.”
Dare cried out and Bowen snarled, “Don’t you do it!”
Dare gulped once, twice, then a third time and stopped moving. “Yes, sir. Can I see?”
“Yeah,” Bowen replied, using the tip of his cock to smear his jizz over Chiz’s face.
“Oh, that’s—” Bowen sighed, sounding as if he were in a dream-like state.
Bowen stepped back and surprised Chiz by squatting. “What—” He saw the condom package in Bowen’s hand. “Oh, yeah!”
Dare raised up and looked over his shoulder. “Yes!”
Bowen smirked. “Guess I don’t have to ask if you still want this, huh?”
“No, I mean yes, I do want it. Chiz.” A fourth gulp came from Dare. “Want you.”
Bowen’s smirk vanished. “I’m right here.” He tore open the condom package. “Let me see your gorgeous dick, Chiz.”
Chiz almost came when Bowen slid the condom down over his length. Then Bowen added more lube, and Chiz only kept his control by pinching the shit out of his own hip.
Before he could let the pain ebb, Bowen turned him around and held his cock to Dare’s hole.
Dare dropped back into position and arched. “God, please fuck me!”
Bowen moved behind Chiz, his cock sticky and hot against Chiz’s ass. “Fuck him.” Bowen thrust, and Chiz’s hips shot forward.
Dare howled and shoved back, then they were moving, the three of them quickly finding a rhythm, hard, sharp juts and long, deep withdrawals. Bowen set the tempo, reaching around Chiz to grab hold of Dare’s hips, his hands right above Chiz’s on Dare’s glistening skin.
Chiz felt Bowen’s cock growing harder with each movement, and he shivered with anticipation. Would Bowen fuck him raw now that they were both werewolves? Surely he’d see there was no danger left for them when it came to ditching the condoms.
But Bowen didn’t penetrate him. He poured lube onto his shaft and began grinding against Chiz’s crack, still driving the show. He moved one hand back to grab Chiz’s hip, then began thrusting harder, faster, as growls slipped from his lips.
Chiz was lost in the feel of Bowen behind him and Dare, so tight and hot, his inner muscles rippling around Chiz’s dick every time he started to pull back—like Dare couldn’t stand to let Chiz’s cock slip out of him.
And Bowen thrust harder, driving Chiz’s shaft in harder, deeper. Bowen nudged Chiz’s knee, and the slight difference in positioning drove a howl out of Bowen.
Chiz grinned.
“Magic spot,” Bowen said a moment before he licked the spot he’d bitten earlier.
Chiz trembled and went watery with need even as he reached for Dare’s length. He felt that lick in places he shouldn’t have been able to. It was more erotic than almost anything he’d ever experienced. “Please,” he choked out,
stroking Dare, fucking him, losing his own damned mind as lust like he’d never experienced before stole his breath. “Bowen, please, bi—”
Bowen bit, shutting off Chiz’s pleading. At the same time, he jutted his hips, and Chiz’s cock sank so deep into Dare that he didn’t think they’d ever be separated.
Bowen snarled even as he bit, and Chiz felt the throb of Bowen’s cock just as Dare’s thickened and pulsed. The biting and the combined scent of their spunk shorted out all Chiz’s circuits. A wave of ecstasy rolled over him. His cock spurted, and he lost himself in pleasure so intense that he didn’t even know he’d passed out.
Chapter Fifteen
“Oh my God, we killed him!” Dare shrieked, knocking Bowen out of his post-orgasmic stupor. “Argh!” Dare tried to scramble up and away.
Bowen managed to catch Chiz as his limp body toppled backwards. He couldn’t grab Dare in time to keep him from slipping and falling into the tub.
“Ow!” Dare was all legs and arms as Bowen tried to get him to calm down.
“Dare, stop! Chiz isn’t dead. He just has this reaction to really intense sex,” Bowen explained. At least, he hoped that was the case, since it had happened twice. “Dare!”
Dare went still as a dead man himself when Bowen shouted. “He’s not dead? Yes, he is!”
Just then, Chiz’s chest heaved, he whimpered and his lashes fluttered.
Bowen saw the blood just as Dare let out another shriek.
“Augh! He’s bleeding!” Dare went as white as a ghost and wobbled.
“Dare,” Bowen snapped, trying to reach him before he passed out, too. “Keep it together, man!”
“Whazzit?” Chiz mumbled, blinking slowly, then wincing. “Ow. Fuck.”
Dare’s mouth was hanging open, and he looked from Chiz to Bowen, then back and forth again. “You fucking bit him!”
And it was Bowen’s turn to wince. “I—”
“I begged him to,” Chiz cut in. “Mmm. Made me come so hard.”
“Oh my God,” Dare rasped, still pale, still looking like he was close to collapsing. “But there’s blood, and it—” He covered his mouth with one hand, eyes bulging.
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