by J. L. Madore
“The idea has merit. We’ve got about ten hours before I have to share you. Let’s give it a shot.”
She grins, flashing me a look with half-masted emerald eyes. “I love how you boys don’t need to pace yourselves.”
I push up with my pelvis and she groans. “I love how you heal, so you won’t get sore.”
I stick my thumb in her mouth and let her suck on it for a bit, then I reach down between our joined bodies and find the tight nub of her clit. “Wildling males are machines once we’re mated. When you’ve had enough of me, you’ll have to let me know. Otherwise, I may never let you off my cock. I’m certainly never letting you get dressed.”
“That might be awkward with your alpha at breakfast.”
I suck in a breath as she grips my shoulders and swivels her hips, initiating a slow rock. I’m not the only one ready to go again. The sweet scent of her arousal calls to every instinct I’ve got. Yep. I might give up the rest of my life and devote myself solely to pleasuring my mate.
Jaxx, Kotah, and Hawk better be ready to share because I’ve got to get me more of this.
Jaxx
It’s late when I’m woken by another raging hard-on and give up on sleep. I miss my mates… especially with them banging like rabbits all night long. Don’t get me wrong, I’m stoked that Brant and Calli are finally connecting, it’s just killing me to feel the sexual mojo while I’m so far away from them.
I pull on my boxers and head to the kitchen for a beer. Hawk isn’t on the couch, so I make him a sandwich and grab him a beer too. The guy had been so out of it all afternoon, Lukas and I let him sleep through dinner.
Wildling physiology is stronger than human, but no matter how you cut it, the guy suffered multiple gunshots and narrowly missed punching his ticket.
When I get to Hawk’s room, I tap lightly on the door. “Hey, boss man, you decent?” When nothing comes back to me, I shift my load and open the door a crack.
The bed’s been used but he’s not there.
I’m about to duck out and track him down when my instincts kick in and my mating bond lights up. Our connection has been twanging all night, bombarded with the sexcapades of Calli and Brant, so I’ve been shutting it out.
I open up and access my connection to Hawk.
Okay, he’s not dead. That’s good.
The whispered cursing coming from the bathroom isn’t a great sign though. After setting down the sandwich and beers, I close the door to the hall. Alphas react badly showing weakness in front of others.
Whether he’s comfortable with it, or not, I’m his mate. I’m not sure how he’ll feel if Lukas pops his head in here.
“Knock, knock,” I say, pushing the bathroom door open. “Anybody need a paramedic?”
Hawk looks up at me from the tub and I know in an instant things aren’t going his way. His color is off, he’s shivering, and his lips are blue. “I wanted the feel of blood and death off of my skin.”
The tub is one of those elegant free-standing numbers which is good. It means I have great access to get him out of there. I take a knee beside the basin and press my fingers to the inside of his wrist. “Christ, Hawk, you’re a popsicle.”
He’s shivering bad and I drop a hand into the water. “Okay, first things first, why are you taking an ice bath?”
He rolls his eyes and I’m glad he still has the strength to be annoyed. “It was warm when I got in… Getting in was easier than getting out.”
Yeah… he’s too fucking weak to pull himself out.
Reaching to the faucets at his feet, I pull the drain plug and run the hot water. “Okay, first, we’ll warm you up and wash you off. Then, I’ll get you back into bed.”
The hostile look he shoots me makes me smile.
“Hawk. I’m a paramedic. Being a caregiver when people are at their worst is what I do. You’re my mate. Let me take care of you.”
Any other time, I know he’d fight me. The fact that he doesn’t says a lot about how shitty he feels. I swirl the hot water in with the cold and start scooping it up his body.
“Fuck, that feels so good.”
When the water level rises to cover him again, I shut things off. There is a washcloth and soap on the side of the tub, so I lather up and get to it. “You know, I don’t sponge bath just anyone. You should feel special.”
His eyes roll shut and I’m pretty sure it’s more about exhaustion than being rapt with pleasure. “Skip the sponge bath. Let me warm up and then get me out of this death bowl.”
I chuckle and continue my ministrations. “How sensitive is your skin? Is the pressure all right?”
“It’s fine. It’s also unnecessary.”
“Humor me. I’ve been where you are. The scent of my own blood on my body made my jaguar nuts. I get it. Let me do this for you.”
Over the next few minutes, he relaxes a little. I wipe down his neck and collarbones, his shoulders, and arms. When I get to his chest, I inventory his artwork and piercings. “The tats are spank, my man.”
I keep things clinical, though, if truth be told, I totally want to make this rubdown more thorough and take things south. His erection is a beautiful thing. “Well, you’re not so dead that Calli and Brant aren’t affecting you too.”
He chuffs, but his eyes remain closed. “I was having one helluva recovery nap until they started going at it.”
I chuckle and finish by rinsing him down. “I know. I was lost in dreamland and woke up humping the mattress. I took care of it twice already but have been through this before. Palm priming isn’t a permanent fix.”
“You went through this with Kotah and me too?”
I pull the plug and wring out the cloth. Getting to my feet, I snatch a couple of towels off the vanity and wait as the water drains. I pat him dry up top and when the water is gone, I give him the towel to work on his lower half.
“Shared mate sex-drive is the gift that keeps giving. I don’t pick up any moments of solo satisfaction, so I think we’re safe there, but as soon as two or more of us are involved, the bond starts ringing my bell. And when I say bell, I mean my rock hard cock.”
Moving to stand behind him, I ease him forward, bend my knees, and hook my arms under his. “You’re up on one, ’kay? Three… two… one.”
I get Hawk to his feet, wrap the second towel around his hips to stave off the chill he’s still fighting, and get him out of the tub. “Do you want me to carry you?”
“Fuck you.”
I chuckle and wrap my arm around his back. The bed is about a mile away, and we begin the old man shuffle. “You could totally fuck me if you wanted to. You’re the cock-blocker in this relationship.” He tenses and I shake my head. “Take a joke, Hawk. I’m not into necrophilia. I like my sexual partners to be able to stand on their own at the very least.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“No. You’re too worked up about your asshole.”
The two of us shuffle inch by inch, covering the distance without saying anything more. I get him into bed, prop up his pillow, and serve him his snack. “You gotta keep your strength up. You missed one helluva dinner. That Milo guy is a Rockstar.”
Hawk doesn’t respond. He does, however, finish his sandwich and his beer without complaint. When he shifts down and pulls the blankets up to his neck, I push my luck.
I shut off the lights and climb onto the bed behind him. “Before you protest and lose your shit, I’m here to offer body heat. You’re practically hypothermic after your stint in that tub. I won’t slip you a pickle to go with your sandwich.”
To my utter surprise, Hawk barks a laugh. “Seriously? Did you say that?”
I spoon in behind him and make sure there is plenty of space and bunched up blanket between my crotch and his ass. Then I pull the duvet over us and cocoon us in.
“Like it or not, we’re both sporting steel rods because of Calli and Brant. I can’t help that any more than you, but I promised you before, I respect your limits. You’re safe with me. Now close y
our eyes and think warm thoughts. Sun-drenched beaches. Barbecuing in the summer heat. Hot showers with our phoenix.”
He groans. “That one doesn’t help with the cock rocket problem.”
I chuckle. “Okay, erase that last one. Stick with barbecuing on the beach. Get some sleep, mate. You’ll feel better tomorrow, I promise.”
“Goodnight, Jaxx… and thanks.”
I close my eyes and smile, wrapping my arms around him a little tighter.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Calli
I’m lost in post-coital unconsciousness when movement in the room wakes me from my blissful sleep. Lying face-first in the pillows, I don’t move when the bed dips first on one side of me and then the other. Tender hands caress my naked backside and trace the line of my spine.
“Mmm… I missed you, Wolf.”
His touch reaches my shoulders and changes direction to run back down my spine. My skin tingles to awareness as he continues past my tailbone, between my legs, and into the moist heat of hours of sex. “Are you too tired?”
I wiggle my butt and lift my hips to meet his fingers. “Never.”
He doesn’t nudge me to roll over, so I take that as an invitation to lay there and soak it all in. He nips the small of my back and kisses and licks his way back up. By the time he sweeps my hair to the side and nips the nape of my neck, my hips are grinding the mattress.
“Spread your legs for me, Chigua.”
I do and am rewarded for my compliance. The tip of his cock pulses against my entrance for only a second before he shifts forward and fills me.
“I’m glad Brant came up to get me. You two have been hard at it for hours. I need you like crazy.”
I push up on my hands and knees to give him more room to move. “I forgot about the bond linking our need. Sorry.”
“I forgive you.” He bends over me, pushing inside while grabbing my breasts. My wolf is a little obsessed with the girls. He’s also quite fond of doggie style. Must be the canine in him.
Brant slides in beside me and pulls me across his chest. He brushes my hair back and cups my face with his massive hands. His mouth locks on mine and I’m in heaven. My bear can kiss like nobody’s business.
He shifts me again and I’m laying on top of him, my legs spread wide to straddle his hips, and Kotah building momentum behind me. His cock is hard and thick and now I’m riding his ridge and stimulating my clit.
“That’s it, beautiful. Grind on me.”
Hawk
I groan, waking up with my hand tugging on my straining cock and my mating bond vibrating with lust. Christ, they’re at it again. I think about the one time I’ve been with Calli and it pisses me off. The bear is claiming a fucking marathon. I had one session and then had to get dressed and run a conference. Life is so not fair. I want a fucking marathon.
I roll onto my back and prop one arm behind my head, and send the other one beneath the blankets. Assuming the position, I’m taking things into my own hands when I remember Jaxx. Fuck.
My eyes pop wide and yep, there he is, naked and pulling the same rub and tug action in the chair beside the bed. If I weren’t a wildling, I wouldn’t be able to see him, but I am… and I do.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” he says, a crooked smile lifting one side of his mouth. “They’re at it again.”
“Yeah,” I say, temporarily at a loss. My hand stalled out the moment I discovered I wasn’t alone, but watching Jaxx… yeah, I resume the pleasuring. “Is this weird?”
He groans and slides a little further down the seat of the chair, manspreading like you read about. “Just two sex-deprived mates tossin’ off together. What’s weird about that?”
I chuckle, but the way he says it and the way his turquoise gaze seems to almost glow in the darkness does something strange to me.
“I’m not gay.” The words blurt out and I’m not even sure why I say them.
He doesn’t seem offended. It’s all about a smooth, confident stroke with him. “Me either. Ask Calli… or better yet, join us sometime and see for yourself.”
Unbidden images of that flash in my head. I grip tighter and my abs start to clench and roll.
“But you enjoy men.”
“I enjoy sharing my body with the people I care about. Whether they have boy or girl parts is irrelevant. Broaden your perspective, Hawk. You pride yourself on being a visionary. You don’t need to put a label on us.”
Broaden my perspective? I think of all the sexual encounters I’ve been part of in my life and can’t believe someone is saying that to me. Yet still… “Why do you think I stumble when it comes to sex with you and the others?”
“Do you find us attractive?”
I laugh. “You ask as we’re sharing a session of mutual masturbation.” I take in all the subtle nuances in front of me. His sultry gaze, how the tip of his cock pulses free of his grip with every downstroke, the spicy scent of his arousal—he lets off a throaty purr, and I almost cum.
He reads my response and smiles.
Asshole. “Yes, fine. If I’m being honest, I think you’re sexy as fuck.”
Jaxx stands up and saunters over to the bed. I stiffen, ready to protest when he grabs a pillow, throws it against the footboard, and settles in facing me. “Then, in the spirit of honesty, I’ll admit that I moved to the chair to keep from grindin’ you. I woke up because of Calli and the others, but it’s you who I’m imaginin’ right now.”
“I don’t know what to do with that.”
“But I know what to do with that.” He points to my seeping cock and I close my eyes before I lose it.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothin’ you don’t ask for. You’re a Dom. Tell me what you want, Hawk. There’s just you and me here. We’re consenting adults behind closed doors. Tell me what appeals to you. Do you want to sit here and watch like we are? Do you want to share the handjobs? Do you want me to suck you off? Have you ever had a cock in your mouth?”
I swallow. “No.”
“You’re missing out. How can you say you don’t like something if you’ve never tried it?”
I chuckle. “We’re not talking about broccoli.”
“Do you like it rough? Giving it hard.”
“Ah… yeah, I do.”
“Male on male can be wild and rough. You don’t have to worry about hurting me. You can be as rough as you want.”
Fuck me. Why is this turning me on so much?
I don’t want that, do I?
“Get out of your head, Hawk,” he says, casting his alpha voice at me. “It’s just you and me behind the locked door. Tell me what you want.”
“I, uh… fuck, I don’t know.” All that tanned skin, and the chiseled blond thing going on, and then there’s the swagger in his hips when he moves.
Jaxx is a predator on the prowl.
Why do I feel like his prey?
“I want… shit, I think I want you to broaden my perspective. I want you to suck my cock.”
The smile on his face makes me want to take it back… but I can’t… because I do. “Yeah. I want you to suck my cock and I might want to suck on yours too.”
“Be sure, Hawk. You don’t get to regret this tomorrow.”
“I’m sure.”
“Finally,” Jaxx says, shifting down the bed. Thankfully, it’s a king because it takes a bit of wriggling to get things lined up. We’re both on our sides and right in front of my face is—Oh fuck!
I thrust my hips forward as the wet heat of Jaxx’s mouth sucks me in. I’ve always appreciated a good blowjob—who doesn’t—but from the first plunge into his mouth I know this is going to stand out in my memories as one of the greatest blowjobs of all time.
It takes me a moment to settle. After all the stroking and talking, I don’t want to chump out and throw off an early pearly as soon as we get started. He brings one hand between us and grips me tight, using his hold to control my depth.
I groan. “Oh, that’s good.”
His he
ad bobs. His tongue flicks the opening of my weeping crown. His teeth score me with enough roughness to light me up. I breathe deep and his arousal sears me. He’s genuinely getting off on getting me off.
That reality pulls me over the precipice. I grip Jaxx’s erection and he pumps my hand. I give him a few strokes and then bite the bullet… or suck the cock.
It takes a second to get my bearings on pressure and depth and what he seems to like. He tastes salty and warm. And when I squeeze and stroke, drops of cum leak out.
I lap them up, savoring the flavor.
Jaxx pops off and swallows, hammering me fast and hard with his fist. His strokes are powered with a strength that only a guy could manage. I roll onto my back, and my cells ignite. “Yeah. Please. More of that.”
“As much as you want,” he purrs. Rising up on his knees, he’s palming me like a jackhammer and bends to take my nipple ring into his mouth. “This is so fucking hot.”
He twists the ring in his teeth, sending a pinch of pain zinging straight to my balls. “Yeah, rough,” I gasp, gripping the back of his hair and pulling back so it tugs the flesh of my nipple even more. “I like pain, Jaxx.”
How is his arm not getting tired?
The tingling in my sac is unwelcome. “I don’t want to come,” I gasp. “I want more.”
Jaxx’s jaguar lets off a purr and I’m defenseless. I shout and kick my head back, spilling onto my clenching abs. Jaxx doesn’t ease up. In fact, he switches palms, swipes his hand through the creamy mess on my belly, and pegs me with a look so hot, I convulse into another round of cum spurting.
“You still want more?” he asks. “I’ll take this as far as you let me. You gotta give me those boundaries if you want them respected.”
I look at the cream glistening in his fingers and want to cry. “I’m so fucking tired of boundaries and making decisions. I just want you to make me feel good.”
“What are you sayin’… exactly.
“I surrender.”
I can’t believe those words come out of my mouth, but I won’t take them back. It’s a truth I’ve refused to see for a long while now. In so many aspects of my life, I’m the dominant one. Here, with my mate, I don’t want to be in charge.
