Soul Mates: Sacrifice

by Jourdan Lane

  But once I touched him again, I didn't want to let go. I kissed the small of his back, then lower…and lower…tongue teasing at the very tip of the crack of his ass.

  "Unlace your boots, Lucien."

  He glanced back at me, eyes heated. "Peter…"

  "Do it. Please."

  Lucien bent down and began the painstaking process of unlacing his boots. I let go of him for a few moments and sat back, admiring the view. There was something so goddamned hot about having him bent before me, his ass spread wide open, his balls hanging between his legs. As he worked, I stripped off my shirt and unlaced my own pants.

  And then I sat forward, grabbed his hips, and buried my face into his crack. He froze again, but only for a moment. In seconds, he was pushing back against me. I pried his cheeks further apart to expose his hole, teasing the tight muscled ring with the tip of my tongue.

  "Feels so good." He groaned and growled at the same time, having trouble with his second boot.

  "Tastes good, too."

  I teased the smooth patch of skin behind his balls, licking him hard there. He arched those hips, trying to give me more access. There were times when I could make him come by licking that one spot. But I didn't want him to come.

  Not yet.

  "Stand up, Lucien.

  When he did, I stood and kicked off my pants. I moved close enough to him so that my chest was pressed against his back. I grasped my cock and rubbed it back and forth over his hole.

  Lips pressed to his ear, I whispered, "Remember the dildos we had made last year?"

  He nodded.

  "Go get the one of me."

  Chapter Fourteen

  Lucien shuddered and awkwardly made his way out of the bathroom. He was back in only a few seconds, a black case in his hands. I opened it and took out the custom-made, carbon copy of my own dick. I grabbed the tube of lube from inside and pointed to the counter.

  "Set the box down and come back to me."

  He did, then took his place in front of me again, bending over. I smoothed the lube over the dildo, stroking it with my hand to get it warmed. We'd had these things made, but had only used them once. Lucien had come as soon as the dildo was pushed into him that first time.

  I worked two fingers into his hole, then began guiding the head of the fake cock along those fingers inside him. Lucien's breath hitched.

  "Oh, fuck, Peter—"

  "Good?"

  He nodded, pushing back. "Feels just like you…almost."

  I had a sudden urge to push him to the floor and double fuck him with my fake and my real cock, but managed to push the urge to the back of my mind. We'd have to play with these again real fucking soon. I stood, keeping my fingers pressing up against the suction-cup bottom.

  "Kick off your boots and pants and let's get in the shower."

  It took more than a little awkward maneuvering, but with my help, we managed to get him undressed. Every step he took to the shower was followed by a grunt of pleasure. Once inside the shower, I changed my grip and helped him to the tiled floor.

  "Oh shit!" He jumped, trying to keep from being fully impaled by the dildo. "Too much, too soon…"

  "Don't you come yet, Lucien." I stood and reached for the lube we kept in the soap tray. When I looked down, my dick was right in Lucien's face. "See something you like?"

  He didn't answer, just met my eyes and leaned forward, swiping his tongue across the tip. I groaned and grasped my cock in my fist, pushing it between his lips. He took me in, moaning as he did, the vibrations almost too much. Almost.

  I braced myself against the wall, shoving in and out of his warm mouth, loving the way his fangs scraped the sides of my dick, drawing blood. I fucked his mouth hard and fast, never taking my eyes off his face. At that very first burn at the base of my spine, I pulled out and sank to my knees, straddling his hips.

  He'd stopped holding himself up off the floor at some point because he pulled me to him and kissed me, shoving his tongue between my lips and against my own. I could taste myself on him, precome and blood mixing together—a taste I'd grown to both love and crave.

  As we kissed, I fumbled with the cap on the lube and squirted a glob of it on my fingers. I slid them into my own hole, then found his cock, slicking him up. I rose up and he impatiently guided the tip of his cock to my hole. He stretched me open as I sank down onto him, filling me so completely.

  I rolled my hips forward and the movement seemed to fry Lucien's brain. I grinned, rolling my hips back, then forward again. "How's it feel, lover? To fill me up and be filled by me?"

  He opened his mouth as if to speak, but grabbed my hips and forced me to rock back instead, then fastened his lips to mine. I rode him hard and fast, knowing that each time I moved, the dildo moved. My fingers found his nipples, twisting and pulling at the rings.

  A few seconds later, one of his fingers pushed into my hole alongside his cock. I gasped and rolled my hips hard.

  "Oh, God, Lucien… not fair!"

  "Harder, lover. Fucking ride me like you mean it. Show me how much you love having my cock shoved deep inside your ass."

  My entire body shuddered and I felt like I was on fire. I rode him harder and soon one of his fingers became two and I gasped, head falling back as I bucked hard. Almost there. Just… "Lucien…"

  "Beg me," he growled.

  "Please!"

  "Please…what?"

  "Oh, God…" I grabbed onto his shoulders, nails biting deep enough to draw blood. I smelled it, the coppery-sweet smell invading my senses. "One more… please, just one more!"

  Two fingers became three and he shoved hard, fucking me, fucking himself. Something between a growl and a scream escaped my throat. My gaze locked with Lucien's and I knew what I wanted, what he wanted.

  I bared my neck, knowing it wouldn't make a fucking difference if he fed from me now or not. He struck hard and I came so hard I saw stars. It felt as if my orgasm could turn me inside out and it just kept going and kept going. I rode him, rode the sensations, body just flying.

  He pulled off me, gasping, panting, movements finally slowing. Blood coated his lips and ran down his chin and I couldn't help but lean forward to lick it off before the water from the shower washed it away. As I did, his hands smoothed up and down my back.

  I kissed him, but broke away because I couldn't catch my breath. Forehead pressed to his, I let out a shaky sigh. "I don't think I can move."

  "I don't think I want to." I gritted my teeth and rocked my hips hard, causing him to gasp. "Bastard."

  "Can I plug you, Lucien?"

  He pushed me back, eyes contemplative. "Now see, I've been asking you that same question for a while now. You give me that? Then I'm game."

  I had a feeling he was going to say that. I'd let him fuck me with any of the toys we had, but a plug was just… too distracting. But, I guess there were some things you had to give on to get in return. If that was my prize, he could use any of the fucking plugs he wanted.

  "Okay," I whispered, then kissed him. "After… you know."

  He nodded, eyes bright, face just calm and happy. "After."

  The euphoria was wearing off and I had a sudden need to be clean and dry. The spray from the shower was warm, but it wasn't warm enough. I rose up slowly off Lucien, then removed the dildo from him before helping him up. He took it, rinsed it off, then poked me with it playfully.

  "Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase 'go fuck yourself', doesn't it?"

  "Ha-ha."

  He winked and handed me a cloth before grabbing one for himself. We made quick work of getting clean and Lucien was done before I was. He waited for me outside the shower with a towel and my robe, helping me dry before walking with me to the bedroom. I climbed up into bed and pulled the comforter up.

  Lucien didn't follow me right away. He wandered the bedroom, turned on the news, grabbed up a stack of files and papers and his phone, and then got into bed. He spread his things in front of him and looked down at me.

  "Y
ou okay?"

  I nodded, shivering just a little. "Cold, but I'll warm up soon enough."

  "Bother you if I work a little?"

  "No, baby. Not at all." I pointed to his phone. "You'd better call Silver. He'll be worried if you don't."

  I lay there for the longest time, enjoying Lucien's company, enjoying the cadence and rise of his voice as he spoke to people on the phone and gave orders. For a while, it took my mind off how cold I was. It made the shivering less noticeable. After a while, Lucien's warm hand touched my shoulder.

  "Peter, I think something's wrong. Should I call Doc?"

  I shook my head. "C-can you call Sabaan?"

  "Sabaan? What for?"

  "Because his power is all heat. Earlier…When even the fire wouldn't warm me, he did. I know you don't like him, but—"

  "I have made peace with Sabaan, Peter. If he can help you, I'll call him."

  And just like that, he did. No fighting, no arguing, no getting mad even at the notion of Sabaan coming to our bed to help me out. It was different, but it was a good different. There was a knock at the door a short time later and Lucien laughed.

  "Door's open, Sabaan."

  Sabaan materialized right in the middle of the bed, back in his own form, tumbler of dirt in his hands. He handed the tumbler to Lucien. "Peter's deal."

  Lucien took it and scented the dirt before setting the tumbler on the bedside table. "What was that deal all about?"

  "Want me naked?" Sabaan piped up.

  I nodded. "Please."

  Sabaan must have made a face that I missed because Lucien growled. "Behave, Sabaan. He's in no condition to play."

  Sabaan crawled under the blankets and spooned me from behind, arms tight around me, one leg sliding between mine. "He will be when he wakes."

  "Then I suggest you be gone by then."

  "Touchy, touchy."

  "Would y'all stop?" I snuggled further into Sabaan's arms. "God, Sabaan. You're so warm."

  Lucien reached out and trailed a hand down Sabaan's arm. Sabaan shivered and grabbed Lucien's hand, putting it between Sabaan's belly and my back. "It's almost where the most heat is."

  "Damn," Lucien whispered. He then moved his hand – voluntarily – lower, his groan that followed almost inaudible, but not quite.

  Sabaan shifted and leaned over me, pressing a kiss to Lucien's lips. Lucien didn't freak, didn't balk, just accepted it. If I hadn't already been lying down, you could have knocked me over with a fucking feather.

  When they parted, I held my breath, just waiting for the shit to hit the fan. But nothing happened. Sabaan lay back down behind me and Lucien pulled away, smiling down at me.

  "Get some rest, lover."

  I nodded, breathing a sigh of relief. "I'm so proud of you two."

  They both laughed and I soon found my eyes growing heavy. I must have slept, off and on, because there were times when other people were in the room, talking quietly. I'd wake up again and all would be quiet except for the soft purring of Sabaan behind me and the sounds of the TV.

  Silver came in at some point, talking about hunters and hunter activity. His voice had sounded grim and I wanted to know what they'd found out, what was going on, but I'd been too sleepy to manage to even open my mouth.

  * * *

  I awoke to furred bodies, claws, blood... And the scent of sex, thick in the air.

  Xander was beneath me, mostly shifted, and even though he was trying to push me off him, I had him pinned. His scent washed through me as I buried my face into soft, black fur. I was hard.

  So hard.

  Rubbing and humping at his fur-sheathed cock.

  He growled as I pressed hard against him, claws biting sharply into my shoulders.

  I sank my teeth into muscle, through fur, hoping for a taste of blood. "Want you."

  "No... Not like this. Let me shift."

  "No," I growled. "Want it all."

  Xander hissed through razor-sharp canines as I bit him. But instead of continuing to fight me, he tugged me closer.

  "Nikolas."

  I frowned up at him, confused. Nikolas wasn't here. Nikolas was—

  I felt the bed dip behind me just before rough, wet heat slid up the crack of my ass, then followed along my spine. I sank down against Xander as Nikolas' furred body covered mine.

  "Oh, fuck, yes!"

  "What are you doing?" Nikolas asked, his voice gruff and gravelly in wolf-form, but his words clear to me.

  "You have to ask?" I arched and rubbed between my two wolves, the heat and sensations exquisite. "I wanna fuck."

  "Really? Because you're acting more like you want to be fucked." Nikolas nipped the back of my neck and I groaned, spreading my legs farther apart. "You have to be clear, Peter."

  I reached behind me and grabbed a handful of fur, tugging. "Yes... Fuck me. Just like this."

  "I can't do this," Xander groaned. "Won't do this."

  He began to fade from my arms, just disappearing. Anger rose from somewhere deep as I writhed on the bed where Xander had just lain. I wanted him. Wanted fur beneath me. Wanted his scent, his touch—his blood. I was suddenly afraid Nikolas would disappear, too. I rose up on my knees and grabbed at Nikolas' partially shifted arms, pulling them around me, placing those huge, half-paw half-hands on the insides of my thighs. I rubbed my ass against him, rolling my body.

  "Please, Nikolas..."

  He pushed me forward and pinned me to the bed, one hand between my shoulder blades, claws drawing blood. The scent of blood excited me, even if it was my own. Lucien's cool, soft fingertips moved across my brow and down my cheek. I turned my head slightly, mouth open, tongue seeking out those fingers in hope of a taste.

  He grasped my chin a moment later, his grip hard and insistent. "Come on, lover. Open your eyes."

  "Don't want to. Feel so... Oh, I want."

  "I can't let this happen unless I know that you know what's happening."

  "Need," I whispered. "Nikolas..."

  Nikolas' weight became heavier at my back and he licked at the side of my neck. "You called my wolf. You've bared yourself for him, offered your ass for him to fuck."

  "Inside me." I whimpered, aggravated at all the talking going on, wanting instead to be filled and fucked and bled. "Please..."

  There was more talking as I squirmed and writhed against the bed, rubbing my cock against the sheets in hopes of some sort of relief. And then Lucien's fingers pushed into my ass, cool and slick. I spread my legs wider, rocking back. He was saying something, whispering, but I couldn't seem to understand his words. As long as his fingers kept working, though, I couldn't seem to care.

  After only a few moments, Nikolas' weight shifted and he began to push slowly inside me. That slick, blunt head stretched me impossibly, my hole feeling as if it was on fire. Yet he still wasn't completely inside me. He kept pushing, kept sliding that huge cock into me, and when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he paused. Lucien's fingers massaged around my hole, trying to ease the burn, trying to get me to relax. And the moment I did, Nikolas thrust his entire length into me.

  I screamed in pain, teeth gritted, hands forming claws in the sheets. The material shredded beneath me as I struggled and tried to get him off me. I growled and tossed a look back to tell him to just fucking stop, to get that huge fucking thing out my ass, but he shifted his hips and I melted instead, pure fucking ecstasy rushing through my body and my blood.

  Lucien appeared before me and grabbed me beneath the arms, gently helping me to my knees. Nikolas' fur brushed my naked back, my ass, and I groaned, leaning my head back onto his massive chest. But then Lucien was pressed against my front, humping at me, cock leaving a slick, wet trail over my belly. I raised my head and looked at him, but both his hands wrapped around my neck and his thumbs forced my head back just a little. He moved even closer, pressing his lips to mine.

  As I opened for him, warm, rich blood flowed from his mouth to mine. Nikolas' blood.

  I drank it down and felt the power ex
plode inside me. I shook as I tried to contain it, to let it dissipate, but it only made it harder to control. That power soon burst and I roared in excitement, grabbing Lucien and pushing him onto his back. He spread his legs and arched for me, trying to angle himself to take me in. The moment the head of my cock touched Lucien's hole, Nikolas shoved hard and I entered Lucien in one powerful thrust.

  Lucien's eyes went wide, body taut and covered in sweat. His eyes had bled to black, irises beginning to glow faintly red. There was a wicked expression on his face, one I loved, but didn't see quite enough of. I bent and licked up his throat, over his chin, then when he opened his mouth, I licked at his fangs.