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Flynn froze, his body locking, but Darvon’s soft touch worked to soothe him. Each pass of his fingertips relaxed Flynn until he was once again a puddle of goo. Although when Darvon darted in, licking at his hole, Flynn froze again.
Randall’s low chuckle as he nibbled on Flynn’s neck broke his surprise. “Be good, kitten. I want to be inside you when I put my mark on you, but Darvon is thinner than I am, and so must go first. He’ll come inside you, and you’ll mark each other, and then it will be my turn.” Randall flattened his hand over Flynn’s heart. “Right here, I will mark you. A simple triangle, a symbol of our inner fire, a corner for each of us, yet all connected. Do you want my mark?”
“Yes…” Flynn could barely breathe with how much he wanted Randall’s claim. “Yes… I want it. And I want Darvon’s.”
“You’ll have it,” Darvon said with a grin, rising from the bed. He strode to his bag, his creamy skin and lithe body on complete display. Flynn couldn’t—nor did he want to—tear his gaze away from his beautiful, naked mate, his silver hair spilling around his shoulders in disarray. He had done that, and he didn’t care. Flynn loved knowing it was he who mussed up his mate, and he planned on doing the same to Randall.
“Such wicked thoughts, kitten.” Randall nuzzled behind Flynn’s ear. “I have a wicked thought, too.” He tipped his forehead against the back of Flynn’s head, and a vision of him sucking Randall’s cock while Darvon penetrated him flooded his mind.
Flynn groaned and wiggled out of Randall’s hold, flipping over and presenting his ass to Darvon.
Darvon laughed, a bright tinkling that made Flynn shudder with desire. He shuddered again when Darvon and Randallrubbed long strokes up and down his back and squeezed his buttocks.
The first pass of a slicked finger along his cleft startled him, but then Randall guided him down to his cock, and Flynn’s mind grew fuzzy. Dual sensations bombarded him: the feel of Randall’s engorged erection filling his mouth, pressing against his tongue and palate, and the smooth glide of Darvon’s finger followed by the insistent press inside his ass, working him open. Lust sparked across his skin until Flynn felt less like a cat and more like a phoenix, burning with desire.
Each time Darvon added another finger to stretch him, Flynn stilled, forcing his body to relax, and each time, within moments, he once again was loving everything his mates were doing to him.
Randall’s fingers curled into Flynn’s hair, forcing him to stop, and pulled him off his cock. Saliva dripped from Flynn’s slack mouth, his vision a bit hazy, but then Randall’s mouth was on his, sucking his tongue as Darvon pressed the head of his cock to Flynn’s entrance.
Flynn stuttered to a halt as his mates lovingly assaulted him from both ends. Randall’s distraction in the front allowed Darvon to pulse his way inside until his groin rested firmly against Flynn’s ass.
“By all the gods and goddesses above,” Darvon panted, “you feel amazing wrapped around my cock. Tight. Hot.” He rocked his hips, pulling out and then slowly sliding deep. “I feel like I’m floating with how incredible this is. I won’t last long.”
He took up a slow rhythm to begin, quickly increasing until he was pounding into Flynn, and Flynn was flying. Randall continued to make love to his mouth, swallowing every grunt and groan, every forced expulsion of breath. Randall let go when Darvon wrapped his arms around Flynn and pulled him upright, jabbing his cock in short bursts inside him.
Then Darvon was gone, pulled from Flynn’s body, but in the next instance, Flynn was flat on his back, tugged to the end of the bed, his legs positioned around Darvon’s waist as his mate reentered him. Darvon leaned over him as he furiously fucked into Flynn, claiming a kiss of his own as he placed a hand over Flynn’s heart.
Flynn clawed the skin over Darvon’s heart. As scorching heat burned his chest, his mate marked him inside and out with a roar of release. How Flynn didn’t also come, he had no idea, but when Darvon pulled out, Randall was beside him to take his place.
Chapter 30
Randall
For a brief moment, I’d thought about taking Darvon while he was balls-deep inside Flynn, but more pressing, I wanted to be inside our kitten. Even though the future felt a little murky, I was sure we’d have plenty of years ahead of us for joinings of that nature. So I waited and watched and even helped, standing behind Darvon, and with my hands on his hips, urged him on. All the while, I whispered carnal depravities into his ear, sucking on the skin of his neck, biting his shoulder.
Their passion was a rising tide, filling the room as much as their voices did, and I was eager to join them. When they fully claimed each other, an explosion of heat overwhelmed me: I needed to be inside Flynn.
Letting Darvon have a moment to catch his breath as he floated from the high of his orgasm, I held him upright, staring at Flynn’s chest and the spiral branded over his heart. I knew then exactly how I’d place my triangular mark: my protection of three corners surrounding his spiral of our journey. Darvon andI would have Flynn’s triple claw marks serve as background to our magickal symbols.
Darvon tipped his head back onto my shoulder, pursing his lips. I took the hint and kissed him, reveling in his loose state of being, even though I hadn’t quite participated… Only helped.
“My turn,” I whispered, drawing him backward, his still-stiff cock sliding free of our mate. I gently pushed Darvon to lie beside Flynn as I caught our kitten’s feet and placed them on my chest. I rubbed Flynn’s thighs as I stared down at the two of them, cheeks and chests flushed from their lovemaking, Flynn’s cock hard and leaking. They shared a slow, lingering kiss, their fingers tangling atop Flynn’s chest, just below Darvon’s mark.
I leaned in, my cockhead pressing against Flynn’s body. As he welcomed me in, I slid his ankles up to my shoulders, reached around his legs, and covered their joined hands with one of mine. With the other, I rested my fingertips evenly around Darvon’s spiral where I would place my mark. Three points of contact, three equal angles. Three mates joined as one.
Rocking my body, I pulsed inside Flynn in measured increments, impatient to be completely inside him, but unwilling to hurt him in any way. Once seated, I paused to enjoy the heat of his body enveloping my erection and the press of his inner walls rippling along my length. Knowing I was fucking Flynn while he was still full of Darvon’s cum also did wicked things to my libido.
“Does he feel good?” Darvon asked Flynn, nuzzling his jaw.
“Yes,” Flynn replied breathily. He twisted slightly to touch Darvon’s cheek. “You were the perfect size to go first. Randall is stretching me more. I feel… full and… well loved.”
“You’ll be even fuller soon,” I chuckled, readying to fill my little mate with my release. I let go of them to grab Flynn’s thighs, pulling them down and urging him to wrap his legs around my waist as he had with Darvon. “You feel amazingaround my cock, kitten.” Then I took his length in my hand, started a steady rocking motion, and fucked inside Flynn. Increasing my strokes of both my hand and body, I felt my power rise to the surface of my skin.
Each groan and swear that spilled from Flynn’s lips fanned the flames of my passion to greater heights. I’d ridiculously thought my prowess so good that I could hold off, but watching Darvon kiss Flynn, feeling Flynn’s body wrapped around me, I had to grit my teeth to ensure he came first.
Noticing Darvon’s cock stiffening, I said his name. He broke from Flynn and knelt up. Taking my face in his hands, he kissed me with a zeal I hoped would never fade. “What do you need?” he asked between pecks and tongue-filled liplocks.
“I want to mark you both at the same time. Lie beside us and take our mate’s shaft into your mouth. I need both hands free.”
