Page 40 of Natural-Born Cullers

“Christ.” Jan kissed at Jack’s shoulder, his play of lips on skin so gentle in the walk across the coloured landscape Gray had left behind, but Jack, damn his soul, he shivered just as much at the light touch. Heat radiated from his whip marks, and Jan played that too, his touch gentle as he traced the curve of Jack’s ass.

Jack hissed, his body dipping into Gray’s, and Gray gripped his hair tighter, keeping that look.

Jan loved the control, how Gray tempered every move of Jack, keeping him still, and Jan groaned, freeing his cock a moment later.

His own ease of cock into him was so gentle, just as long… slow… deep, Jack’s breathing matching his, his body tense yet not at the same time, as if a different switch had been flicked, and a kick back into life came with it, albeit a dulled burn his body could no longer push beyond.

“Fuck.” Jan groaned, his head dipping to Jack’s shoulder as his pace quickened in him, then he roughed a kiss at Jack’s cheek, a second later going for his lips.

“Don’t.” A grip went to Jan’s hair, his look forced on Gray’s. “His kiss isn’t ever yours to take.” Gray tightened the hold. “Yours is ever only mine to give.”

The reaction on Jan was so odd. Gray didn’t role-play here. Jack was Gray’s, Jan too, but they didn’t get to acknowledge each other. That was how a walk into a psychopath’s world worked. It kept them safe, not crossing a line that looked to seriously piss Gray off if they got lost in each other, and that was Gray letting him know he was close to being pissed offbecauseJan had tried to cuddle up to Jack, Jack to him, and get lost in the kiss.

So the odd thrill hit Jan’s body hard now, how sex was reduced to pure pack order. Gray allowed Jan to fuck his other mate, one who already lay used and wasted from Gray,onGray, but all Jan was allowed to do was ease breeding need, nothing more. The unemotional tie being forced through Gray’s rough hold on them both, stopping any other contact bar their look with Gray, hit that point home. Gray didn’t just own people here, he controlled who touched his, how, and when.

Kinky in so many damn ways. Jack was no animal to breed. He wasn’t, but just for this moment, how Gray held them both, Jan fucked him as one, because to touch each other in any other way wouldn’t ever be tolerated in Gray’s world.

“Christ.” Jan came so hard. And damn him, Jack groaned in the next breath.

A moment later, Gray released his grip on Jan to wipe at his own hip.

The barest trace of Jack’s come lined a fingertip, and Gray gave such a soft smile as he watched it.

“Huh,” was all Jack had. Hurt laced his voice, but so much more too. “Time,” he said quietly. “Fucking please, mukka.”

Gray reached over to the bedside unit and looked at his watch. “Time,” he said back to Jack, and he sounded so tired as he let the watch rest back down in the covers, his wipe of hand over his face sayingfuck finding the bedside unit. Jan put the watch back for him. It wasn’t time: he saw that. He’d only been up here twenty-five minutes despite Gray’s call of an hour left.

Gray stroked tiredly at Jack’s shoulder. “You fucking wuss.”

Jack laughed so softly, then waved Jan in closer. A kiss brushed Jan’s cheek as he leaned in. “Thank you, soft lad,” he said gently.

“What for? Fucking you?”

“For not calling Gray out on his bullshit over him not being able to tell the time.”

Gray chuckled and let Jack rest back on him. “Standard rules apply: what you can’t take gets added onto the next session. Get some fucking sleep. You too, Jan.”

Jack buried his head, waving defeat and not looking like he cared just what happened in that moment. Then he was gone, and Gray kissed at his head as he started to lose his own fight to stay walking in the land of the living.

Jan cocked a smile at them both, then discreetly took care of wiping Jack clean. He didn’t show signs of struggling with having come on him, but then, under Gray’s hand—the aftermath of it—no complications ruled his head or that huge heart of his when it came to his OCD.

Strange how Gray settled as well. Because the moment Jack called enough, his own complications found peace with Jack’s. It seemed he’d never quite fully reach it without him as much as Jack wouldn’t without Gray.

Jan kissed at Jack’s cheek as he stroked at Gray’s hip, letting them both stay in that peace.

“You’ve got some serious cuts here, martial arts guy,” he said quietly to Jack. “I’m gonna trust Gray and hope he’s left out some aftercare for your wounds somewhere. Pain meds too.”

Then Jan leaned over and kissed at Gray’s lips. “Now you…. You not having the energy to care for your lover beyond a cuddle… now that’s… that’s bloody scary, Gray. Promise I won’t tell anyone….” He smiled. “But I might just take a picture, just for prosperity’s sake… like.”

He pulled out his Polaroid from the drawer and snapped the intimacy, the hold of Gray around Jack and all the Morse code, I’m fuckedcolour playing Jack’s body.

Then he grinned. “Definitely one for our private gallery, lads.”

Chapter 13

Afterburn

“Jan, breakfast.” Ray placed the breakfast bags on the kitchen table, then pinched a hash brown from inside as Jan started pulling coffee mugs free from over by the window.

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