Pursuit of Excellence [Spirit of Sage 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)

by Jools Louise

  “Hmmm,” he murmured, kissing Charm’s jaw and then licking off some of the sweat that slicked his lover’s skin. “You taste good,” he said, hearing a low chuckle.

  Charm tilted Ethan’s face up to his and they shared a hot kiss. Ethan tasted his own cum on Charm’s lips since he’d spurted several times that evening into various orifices and had shared cum-filled kisses with each of his lovers as they shared his load with him. Ethan felt his cock begin to thicken again and shifted restlessly atop Charm’s sexy body.

  He gasped aloud when he felt fingers probing his hole, sliding alongside Charm’s cock and stretching his ass wider. Then a thicker digit was inserted, and he groaned deeply as a second cock tunneled into his quivering ass. “Oh, god, that feels good.”

  “Oh yeah,” Rage replied from behind. Ethan turned his head, spying Rage on his knees, his expression contorted with pleasure as he slid slowly inside Ethan’s chute.

  Ethan groaned again when Rage bottomed out, the feeling of being double-fucked so exquisite that he didn’t want it to end. Gentle hands turned his head to the side, and he was soon sucking on Slug’s cock, savoring the taste of the thick meat, humming with pleasure.

  Lash stroked Ethan’s hair away from his face and peppered soft kisses along the nape of his neck, then found Ethan’s sensitive cock and began pumping it firmly in time with the slow rhythm that Rage set up as he began to thrust gently.

  Ethan moaned his delight, the gentle of slick flesh inside him amping up his pleasure. He moved in time to the gentle thrusts and sucked avidly on Slug’s delicious cock, delving into the narrow piss slit, scooping up pre-cum onto his tongue. Lash leaned in and they played tag with Slug’s cock, taking it in turns to suck and lick and nibble at their lover’s rod. The heat in the room increased rapidly, their moans and sighs and groans providing a harmonious backdrop to their sex play. Despite the fact that they’d all come a few times that night, it didn’t take long before they released yet another load each, then collapsing in a sweaty heap, panting heavily.

  “You know, if we keep this up every night, my dick may just drop off from overuse,” Charm drawled once their heart rates had slowed down just a little.

  Laughter filled the room as they all chuckled at his sally. Charm didn’t sound particularly worried at all.

  “Sweetie, if your dick falls off, you’ll just have to suck,” Slug retorted, which generated more amusement.

  Ethan loved the teasing between his lovers, their sense of humor was healthy and dry, which suited him just fine.

  “I love you,” he said to the room at large, resting his head into the crook of Charm’s neck and inhaling his lovers’ scent, blended with the acrid aroma of sex. He’d spent years being afraid and was still slightly amazed that he’d ended up with four of the people who had been part of that whole situation. Now that he understood the dangers they themselves had faced and had met their families, it all made sense now. His sexy, badass husbands had suffered as much as he had. Non-existent or bigoted parents, physical and verbal abuse, and the ever-present threat of the cult who had left their indelible mark on them all.

  “We love you, too, sweetness,” Lash said, kissing Ethan tenderly as he snuggled closer. “We love it that you trusted us enough to let us close to you.” The kiss deepened and they both sighed, replete, when it ended.

  “We love that you’re so sexy and feisty,” Charm added, gripping Ethan’s ass and squeezing tightly when Rage eventually disengaged, falling to the side beside Lash and spooning up behind.

  Ethan smiled and kissed Charm’s chest tattoos, then nibbled at the man’s nipple teasingly.

  “We really love when you go primal on our asses, too,” Slug interjected, nipping gently at Ethan’s ear before kissing him languidly. Ethan smiled against Slug’s mouth since he enjoyed pounding his husbands’ asses, as well. It was like a switch flipped on in his brain, and he just had to fuck them into submission.

  “We particularly love that you’re wearing our rings, and we’re wearing yours,” Rage said, yawning widely. “I still can’t believe we’re married.”

  Ethan closed his eyes, his body nearly melting into Charm’s, he felt so relaxed and warm. “Love you,” he muttered again, sighing contentedly. His last thought before slumber claimed him was to thank whichever deity dealt with such things for his beautiful, sexy wolverines. He had been starved of affection for so long, and now he was overwhelmed by it. He was married to his beautiful mates, had not one but two fathers, and had a brother who was fierce and funny as hell and was braver than any person Ethan had ever met.

  Whatever the future held, he would never regret taking the plunge and allowing his beloved wolverines into his heart. He may regret the journey to some degree, if only for the fact that it had been so wrought with pain and misery, but perhaps if he hadn’t braved that fire, he would not be the one who could tame his four wolverines. Perhaps he had needed to find out just how strong he was before he could even think about being a mate to anyone. Lash, Slug, Charm, and Rage were not average and had their moods and their snarky sides…it took someone with a strong core to understand them.

  Smiling, Ethan sent up a prayer. He wanted Douglas to find the same contentment he now had. He knew it would be a long road for his brother, who would be facing some tough times. But they’d all be there for the young shifter. This town was all about hope and happiness…anyone who didn’t feel the same way could just check out immediately.

  Surrounded by love and warmth, Ethan slept.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I’m a forty-something single female whose love of creative writing goes back to childhood. When getting a “proper” job took priority, writing took a backseat. I took the plunge a little while ago to get serious, wrote a manuscript, sent it off, and the rest is history…several books published now, and I’m writing plenty more. I love writing LGBTQ erotic fiction because it crosses boundaries and explores prejudice, which is what I try to convey.

  I live in the northwest of England, close to the English Lake District, just a few miles from the sea and with beautiful scenery all around.

  I hope you enjoy the stories I’ve written so far. Feel free to look me up on Facebook, Twitter, or my website, www.joolslouise.com, and leave feedback.

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