Page 14 of Feral Moon Rising
I twisted to look over my shoulder. Blake stood in my doorway, watching us with an amused look on his drawn face. He was already feeling the bond’s pull, that much was obvious from his drained color. The lack of energy where he propped himself up covered the unusual lack of hyperactivity he’d always had in excess with a smirk that sent blood roaring to my cock.
“Are you joining us?” I asked pointedly, raising an eyebrow.
You’re weak as fuck and it’ll get worse every hour you’re not with her.
He stared right back at me, his righteousness blaring out—an unusual expression on the shifter-whore of the year who screwed everything in sight that offered it up on a platter regardless of gender. What a hill to die on, quite literally.
Not that I thought he would die, but his stubbornness issues were a real damn problem. We weren’t on home soil. We rented an apartment in the middle of a city we both hated with no plan of what came next with a brand-new mate and a panther claw who despised us.
And a drug habit that hit two of the people I cared about most in the world.
“Join us,” I murmured, softening my tone. “She needs you, Blake.”We need you.
He nodded. “I'll join you. But no mark until you ask for it, sweetness. Whenever you’re ready.” He sauntered into the bedroom, trailing his fingertips along the back of my thigh displaying all the energy and playfulness he always had.
I knew what that cost him—the show he put on—and hated the fact my cock surged in Lottie’s hand.
She glanced between us with wide eyes. “Are you two together?” she asked in a hushed voice.
I shrugged. “He lets me dominate him sometimes,” I said easily. Not a lie, but an asshole move. Blake would hate it and he’d hate what I’d do when he put the brakes on the moment he acted out.
His fingertips traced along the base of my spine as he reached between my legs to caress my balls while Lottie worked my cock. “He likes to think he’s in control. But you can top from the bottom, sweetness. It’s not a ... hard ... ask.” He stroked my balls until I groaned.
The sound reverberated around the room as I took their ministrations, barely grasping that last straw as they gently manipulated me. For as rough and brutal as I could be in bed, this gentle handling, their worship, undid me.
I caught Lottie’s wrist in a firm, if sweet, grip and eased her hand back, giving myself some breathing room. Holding her eye, I waited until she nodded and then I reached back and gripped the top of Blake’s head by his hair, wrenching him between us all.
“The fuck you think you’re doing, playing with me?” I snarled when he stumbled, lacking the strength or energy or pretty much anything at all to resist me. “Did I say I allowed that? Fuck, I nearly came all over our mate. If I had, you’d be cleaning us both up. Actually...”
Mashing our mouths together, I pushed my tongue between his lips. Blake opened for me, sucking on my tongue eagerly though he lacked his usual fervor that would have had us wrestling with all our strength for dominance across the bed. Normally fists would have flown until I pinned him down and worked him over until we were both spent in a puddle of cum and sweat, his hole gaping while I teased him some more.
His moans increased and when I pulled back, I found Lottie stroking her hands all over his back and stomach, exploring him. My smirk matched her coy little smile.
“You said we’re all mates, right? That means all of us, not just you and me, and me and him, right?”
I nearly dropped Blake’s head, tightening my grip on the asshole just in time to find his startled gaze I was sure matched mine in everything but color.
“That’s right, sweetness,” Blake breathed. “We’re all mates together. Forever.”
“Then fucking well mark her,” I growled.
He shook his head. A small, suicidal smile played on his lips. “No.”
I snarled again, having no idea what the hell he was playing at, but I’d had enough of his bullshit for one night. “Fine.” I shoved him forward and down, so he face-planted in my lap. “If you don’t want to bite, then you can suck instead.”
Fully expecting to find his teeth imprinted on my flesh, I had the pleasant surprise of welcoming his hot mouth around my leaking cockhead. His tongue wrapped around my length, wetting me nicely before he deep-throated like I taught him, making those delicious gagging sounds.
Lottie watched him, pure joy lighting her pretty eyes as she played with his hair. “I want to help,” she whispered, glancing shyly up at me.
I swallowed back a wave of arousal that nearly had me shooting a second load straight down Blake’s throat. “Come here.” I gestured for her to straddle my hips, leaning back to let Blake work.
She straddled me high, her ass bumping his shoulders. “Like this?”
“Yeah.” I cupped her chin and drew her mouth to mine, kissing her deeply while our mate sucked me hard. A soft groan left me as she ground against my stomach, and the sounds that came from her were a whole lot more frustrated. “Want more, honey?”
“Yes. I want both of you.”
Blake released my cock from his throat, taking time to lave my balls with his tongue before he rolled onto his back and gripped her thighs, pulling her down onto me.
