by Arden, Susan
“Say no more,” Fin said. “Do you have any other concerns?”
Tristen exhaled. “Yes. But I’m willing to table them. This isn’t my decision. You understand you’re on your own during an interview with Shawn. I can give him your info and a recommendation what I think at this moment. What we do outside here, is our personal affair. Unrelated to employment.”
Santo smiled. “I understand.”
“Let’s go.” Fin exhaled. “Dude, seriously, I’m glad I didn’t have to go through this type of wringer when I was looking for a job with Shawn.”
All three left the Den, heading down the alleyway and out to the large, dark sedan that Fin drove. It was Shawn’s car, and Fin had possession of it. Tonight, Shawn had taken to driving himself. Tristen texted him, signing out for the night; a first that he’d taken off before nine. Shit, Fin was right. He needed to lighten up.
He inhaled, giving in to the idea of letting loose. Shit, it had been a long time since he’d engaged in a threesome. The last time it had been wild females and he’d been the only dick in the room. His whole body shuddered, glancing at the two shifters in his company. He loved Fin, but the idea of watching Santo slamming into his lover had his cock twitching wildly. Maybe this time he could do the things that Fin desired. Tristen flexed his arms, envisioning Fin’s naked body under him.
Santo whistled a low, enigmatic tune. He suddenly stopped, teeth and caps flashing in the darkened space. “How many partners are you interested in for tonight? I can call a friend, or two.”
“Fuck, you’ve got me thinking crazy thoughts. Fin, this is your party.”
Fin bit his lip. “You’re not alone in being pushed to the brink. I’m not interested in more than you two. Tris, I think you know what I want.”
He stared at Fin, then glanced over to Santo. “I suspect Santo already knows what your tastes are.”
Fin nodded. “We discussed briefly.”
“I see.” Tristen’s heart rate shot up. It would take another forty-five minutes to make it back, and he didn’t know if he had the ability to keep from jerking-off on the ride. Fin clicked the key fob, unlocking the car doors.
Santo got into the backseat. Tristen turned and pulled Fin into an abrupt bear hug. “Give me some tongue.”
“Why?”
“Still playing hard to get? Fin, this is a huge step we’re taking. For you. Jesus, I’ve never fucked a vampire. You?”
“Nope. A first.” Fin spread his hands over Tristen’s shoulders. “I get this is opening a door in our lives.”
“I want you, Fin. Man, you push me to the limit.” He nudged his cock against Fin’s erection. He sucked the skin along his lover’s neck, nipped his earlobe, returning to claim his mouth. He pumped his tongue into Fin’s hot mouth and didn’t stop until he kissed him back without reservation. Tristen gripped Fin’s hard-on. “That’s it, baby. Let’s see how this new experience works out for us. I want you bad, and if he can help us, fine.”
“He’s different. Right?” Fin swiped his fingers along the waistband of Tristen’s pants, touching and teasing the head of his cock, gazing at him quizzically. “I don’t know exactly what will take place. I want you in charge.”
Tristen threw his head back and nearly howled in laughter. “Yeah. I don’t see me relenting anytime soon. And I’d agree he’s a whole shade different. Multi-faceted I think is the politically correct terminology.” He swatted Fin’s ass and opened his car door. “Get us home, pronto.”
***
The three of them walked from the carport toward the porch. “This is beautiful up here,” Santo murmured. “So quiet, utterly spellbinding.”
“This is what we need after long hours. Soothing.” Fin’s somber response made Tristen feel vulnerable all of a sudden. More so under the boundless black sky, where the stars were shards of broken glass reflecting bits of moonlight. It was breathtaking. Silent. Tristen clenched his jaw. The idea of bringing Santo into their private world had the hairs over his body tingling. During the car ride, his thoughts had gone on a rampage of wild imaginings. Fin could very well find what he was looking for in Santo.
Now, up here. All alone. Not exactly the wisest move he’d carried out, considering the day’s events. Trust was not Tristen’s best interpersonal skill. He didn’t want Santo to think they were isolated. He appreciated the vampire’s puzzling character but what he had up his sleeve was also unfathomable.
His immediate trust circle included Fin, Shawn, and Quinn. Short list, no problems.
Now, Fin and he had brought this shifter impersonator here with them. He suddenly cursed himself for not running a preemptive investigation into Santo’s history. Walking side-by-side, he lacked a telepathic connection with the vampire to sort out his tangled instincts. His only barometer lay housed inside his pants. Oh hell. Nothing to do but go with the flow.
He unlocked the front door. “Don’t be mistaken. This isn’t a rustic log cabin. We’ve every modern convenience. Some of the other homes in the area can’t even use Wi-Fi between a laptop and a printer. We can track the movement of a field mouse.”
“I’d expect no less from what I’ve heard.”
Of course Santo would have made inquiries. Obviously the vampire had his sights on the job. Fuck, he hated a chess game in play. He had one decision: enjoy the fucking evening or spend it, trying to analyze his next move. Entering the house, he came up to Santo from behind. “May I take your jacket?”
Santo pivoted. “I’m not armed.” Mirth spread over Santo’s face with devil-may-care arrogance.
“A man like you is always armed.” He brushed the side of the vampire’s neck, taking the jacket from his expansive shoulders. Jolts of pleasure raced up his arm. Shit. He pushed aside his desire to control and inhaled Santo’s enticing scent. This was the first time he’d been next to a granite body, smooth and rock-hard that didn’t belong to Fin. For a moment he imagined having his hands thrown up against a wall, and Santo dominating him. The wolf in him bristled—it did not enjoy that thought. The human form of the shifter was painfully aroused. “Give us a taste of the shifter again, Santo.”
Fin cleared his throat. “Drink, anyone?” He held out a chilled bottle of Belvedere vodka.
“Set ’em up.” Tristen hung the jacket on the back of a chair. He came to stand in front of the cocktail table as Fin poured. Santo stood off to the side, hanging back. “Are you always erect?”
“Only when in a state of conscious arousal. Always a choice.”
“And what about taking orders? Are you willing to when you’re off the clock?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
An idea blossomed, taking heated root. “Then kiss him. Fin, let the man kiss you. I want to see what that looks like.”
“After a drink. I’ve been waiting to crack open this bottle. We’ve got all night, Tris.”
“Still making me sweat. Damn, you know the game better than I do, apparently.” Blood heated in his nuts and surged into his already stiff dick, making the material of his trousers stretch across his groin.
“Now, this should do the trick.” Fin held out shot glasses for Santo and him. Fuck, he was hard, too. Tristen sniffed the air and it was filled with male testosterone, musk, and each man’s cologne. The swirling vodka vapors made the scents easier to perceive. His body tightened and he stood, his muscles trembling in searing anticipation.
“To health and success.” Santo raised his arm.
“Cheers,” he returned and tapped Fin and Santo’s glass. Tossing the contents over his tongue, burning his throat, he slammed his hand down. “Now, let’s see what you’ve got.”
“Excited much?” Fin poured another round. He glanced at Santo and looked down at the man’s package. Color spread across Fin’s cheeks.
Santo stepped free of his loafers and then peeled off his shirt, displaying shredded muscles that flexed and rippled as he gripped his zipper. His pectorals were tipped by dark crimson nipples, each one pierced with a small hoop.
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br /> Fuck, he was going to come in his pants. He took a hold of Fin by the shoulders, and tipped another shot of vodka back down his throat.
“Better pour another round,” he directed. “Santo, do the shifter mirroring again. Jesus, this is going to be mind-blowing. Just what the doctor ordered.”
Santo tossed back his shot. “Breath through your desire. Savor tonight.”
“You speak with finality.” Desire slammed into him. Boomeranged, and his whole body became hard-wired to one end. Fuck without mercy.
“More like pacing. Try it.”
“Man, feels like you’re crawling around my head.”
“More like he’s able to see your dick is about to come out of pants, Tris.” Fin stared up at him, the muscle along his jaw clicking. “Showtime, it is?”
“Don’t see any reason to wait. Do you?” Tristen ran his knuckles along Fin’s jaw, and glanced over to Santo. “Let’s do this.”
Santo unzipped his fly, showing them he was commando, and slithered out of his jeans. The vampire began his feat of skin-walking as he appeared to resemble a wolf shifter once more. Tristen watched as Santo’s chest hair filled in the grooves and hollows of his Greek god torso. Santo straightened, taking hold of his engorged red cock in his hand. Shit, his cock matched his body—big, muscular, and built to please. No way could he jam that thing down his throat. Vodka or not. It wouldn’t fit.
Tristen stopped breathing, his stomach punching his kidneys. Then he pushed Fin playfully. “You wanted a trio. Go welcome our guest with an open mouth. Now.”
Was he ready to watch Fin with another man? Shit, he didn’t know if he was more surprised by his racing desire to see this man fuck Fin or that he wanted to be fucked by him. He’d always been the one to command, even when he was on the bottom. He kept control as Fin fucked him. Now, he wanted to be told what to do and how to do it.
Santo stared back at him as he grabbed Fin by the hair and crushed his mouth down hard on his partner’s open lips. Santo thrust out his rigid tongue and made Fin suck it as though it was a dick. By shifter standards, his tongue was unnaturally long. It resembled another cock.
Tristen didn’t wait to be invited to the party. He unbuttoned his shirt, removed his shoes and socks, then freed himself from his trousers. All the while, he watched Fin kiss Santo, sucking his tongue. The man held Fin by the head as Fin stroked Santo’s cock with one hand. They pressed closer, the contours of Santo’s sleek muscle contracting as though he possessed a fluid-fusing body. Their moans became louder and more forceful. It was the most erotic sight.
“Fin, let him undress you. And yeah, I like the slowing down. Savoring. It’s fucking mesmerizing.” He began stroking his own cock.
Santo’s dick stood up against his belly, so enflamed it looked like a red-hot poker. Fin flinched as Santo released the buttons on his shirt.
“Are his fingers cold to touch?”
“Against my burning skin, they feel unbelievable.”
Tristen wanted to tongue Santo all over, beginning with the man’s nipples, and then down the trail of hair that ran from his chest down to his navel and ended in black curls framing his shaft. Tristen stroked his cock faster. He needed a mouth to receive his release. Naked, Fin came over and stood in front of him. They were sprouting hard-ons and contemplated each other for a moment.
“Fin, are you ready?” Tristen wanted to give him one last opportunity back out. If they went into that bedroom, he’d be fucking, sucking, and letting Santo dive in deep.
Fin nodded, his face flushed, his stiff cock turning a shade of crimson as well. “Absolutely.”
“Have at it.” Tristen reached down and scooped up the vodka and the shot glasses.
They walked without touching down the hall, him leading the way. Their shadows bounced over each other. He set the glasses down in a row on the chest of drawers and poured a round. He handed one to Santo and another to Fin, and then lifted his glass. “Gentleman, to the last leatherneck standing. Steel muscles, iron nerves, silver tongues, and hearts of gold.”
Santo raised his glass. They all drank quickly and placed their shot glasses on the bureau. Tristen met Fin’s gaze, a deep silence in his partner’s expression, and a lump suddenly appeared in his throat even though his pulse roared inside his head. “Stroke your dick, Fin.”
Without a word, Fin began to pump his dick, the muscles in his arms contracting in hard contours. Santo edged closer to Tristen and whispered, “He wants you to command him. Either you do it or I can.”
“I got the memo on that one.” Tristen’s nipples tightened. It wasn’t news that Fin wanted more than just dominating. Tristen had not been able to comply without an anxiety attack. But tonight, with Santo here, he wanted to command and be commanded. He nodded to their guest. “I’ve got this.” He put a hand on either side of Santo’s face. “He’s not the only one either. Is he?”
The edges of Santo’s nostrils quivered. “No. Talk to me dirty, Tristen.”
“Fucking kiss me and then fuck me like nobody’s business. I want your cock so far up my ass I’m begging you to stop.”
The vampire crushed his mouth down on Tristen’s, parting his lips and plunging his icy tongue into his mouth. The combination of cold and his natural blazing heat had him climbing the walls of desire. Their tongues twisted, lapping into a wet tangle. He expected only ice, but the kiss sweltered, turning white-hot. Tristen dug his fingers into Santo’s shoulders and finally managed to get control. He pulled back and looked into Santo’s eyes, weighing the magnetic draw he felt and what had just transpired. Their liquid blackness ate him up. It was all he could do to not slam his mouth back against the vampire’s voluptuous lips as they stood pressing up against each other.
“You like being pushed.” Santo’s coolness caressed his face, pouring down his throat in a fresh wisp. “I can suck you off to temper your hunger.”
Goddamn. “Yes.” Shivers of pleasure shot through Tristen. After tearing his mouth away, he held the man against him and peered over at Fin. His partner stared at him with glimmering eyes while hammering his fist up and down his prick.
“No. Fin, you don’t come unless you’re told. I own your fucking cock. Stop jerking off. And don’t fucking touch yourself unless I give the order.”
Fin growled, his wolf clearly upset while the man immediately released his engorged dick.
“I’m going to get into the bed and I want you to suck me off. Santo is going to fuck my ass and then, if you’re good, we’ll take care of you. When I give you an order, you’d better act fast.” Tristen arched a brow. “Got it?”
Fin grimaced and rolled his eyes.
“What the hell are you thinking?” Tristen asked in a low, unhurried voice.
“Nothing,” Fin shot back, shrugging, and his cock twitched as he contemplated his partner.. Fin’s glowing eyes were like red flames. He absolutely reeked of defiance.
For once, Tristen wasn’t worried by being out of control and unable to deal with his partner pushing boundaries. Tonight, he felt very much in control and very much like giving Fin what he needed. And right now, that amounted to a blistering ass whipping.
“Wrong,” he thundered, unhinging from Santo and ready to unfurl a new side of himself. He walked over to Fin and, without blinking, smacked Fin’s ass. Not a sound came from his lover. Only the slight flaring of his nostrils. It felt good to issue an order again. He stared into Fin’s eyes. “When I ask you what you’re thinking, you tell me. Got it?”
Fin flattened his eyes into a hard stare, his chin jutting upward, and he bared his teeth. “Fuck off.”
“Oh, baby. You just bought that ticket you’ve been hoping for. Go get your precious flogger that you keep hidden.”
Fin’s eyes widened. He shuddered, and a sprinkling of dark grey-black hair sprang up over his chest and down his belly. “Will you use it on me? Or is Santo going to do your dirty work?”
“Did I say you could ask a question?” He swung Fin around, encircling his w
aist and grabbing the man’s erection. With his other hand, he drew Fin close to him. He inhaled his scent and bit down on his neck. Tristen’s canines grazed the surface. So close he tasted his lover’s flesh and imagined what it would feel like to sink into Fin. His skin, his ass, his whole being. But Fin tensed, reminding him this was not bonding. It was sex. Tristen bit his earlobe. Quick and sharp. “Defy me again with your attitude and we’ll see just what happens, pretty boy.”
At those words, Fin’s cock hardened in Tristen’s hand. He let go of his lover before he shoved him across the bed, and made his point one-on-one. Shaking his head, Fin disappeared inside the closet.
“Very commanding and tantalizing.” Santo stood with his arms crossed over his immense chest.
Tristen faced Santo, scrubbing his hand down his cheek and sighing. “You know he wants it rough? Always has had the preference for fierce sex. Fuck. Tonight, I want to give him a taste.”
“Then give him some of what he wants. I’m here if you need me. I won’t let you down or let you get out of control. It might surprise you to find out what he really wants.” Santo poured another round of vodka and then lounged across the bed, his quicksilver eyes darting to the doorway.
Fin reappeared carrying a black leather-handled flogger. Tristen inhaled and hardened his expression, meeting his lover who kept his eyes down.
“Give me the damned flogger. Baby, this is going to be cathartic in more ways than one.” He took hold of Fin by the neck, digging his fingers into sinewy cords, and walked, roughly dragging Fin toward the bed. “Turn around and bend over. Hold onto the chair. We’ll start with twenty. And I want to hear you count each and every one.”
Tristen lifted his arm, the swish of the leather slicing the air, and then he proceeded to flay Fin’s ass, moving from one cheek to the other for a round of twenty hard-as-hell slaps. With each thrash of the flogger against his lover’s skin, Tristen didn’t dissolve as he’d expected. Fin’s voice rang out, loud and clear.
So far, so good. No sense of dread or anxiety came calling. Instead, Tristen felt empowered in delivering what his wolf lover desired and that sensation had his cock throbbing and his heart racing.
