Page 12 of Feral Monsters
Merit shook his head, and my gut plummeted, thinking he was turning me down. That he wasn’t ready to be with me and Wraith in that way. But then, he wrapped his hand around the back of my head and pressed his lips to mine in a hungry but short kiss. I rumbled, pleased with him taking charge and snatching what he wanted from me.
“Please,” he whispered.
Fuuuuck, that please was my goddamn undoing. And it was apparently Wraith’s undoing too, because he hurriedly stripped Merit out of his clothes while I worked on getting mine off. As soon as Merit was as naked as I was, I backed our man into the shower, then switched the water on. He hissed when the cold water beat down over us, but that hiss was quickly cut off when I slanted my mouth across his and pressed him back against the tiled wall so I could fit my body to his and cage him in.
He clung to me, his fingertips digging into my hips before he ran them up my sides to wrap around my ribcage.
“Share,” Wraith rumbled before pushing me aside. He dragged Merit forward, kissing him soft and slow, then turned him so his back was to my front. Merit moaned and kissed Wraith again, sinking into our shared embrace like it was second nature for him. Like this was what he’d needed all his fucking life.
Snatching the shampoo bottle off the shelf, I squirted probably too much on my fingers, then pressed between his cheeks. A low chuckle sounded from my throat when he arched his back and bent a little, spreading his legs to give me easier access. His cock was hanging heavy between his thighs, and fuck, I couldn’t wait to watch him come on my cock.
“Greedy for it, aren’t you?” Wraith murmured, pressing kisses to Merit’s throat and shoulders. “Look how desperate you are to have Ike inside of you, little killer.”
Merit nodded, then sucked in a sharp breath when I pressed a single finger inside of him. His whimper was broken, and he clung tighter to Wraith, like he needed a lifeline. I groaned, curling my finger just right to hit that sweet spot inside of him. And fuck, when I did, he rose onto his tiptoes, whining my fucking name.
“Christ,” I growled.
Merit kissed Wraith again, sloppy this time, but Wraith obliged him, smoothing his hands over Merit comfortingly. I focused on getting Merit stretched to take me. I was growing impatient, and I wasn’t the slow and methodical kind of lover. I fucked, and I fucked hard. I planned to have Merit a sobbing, crying mess by the time I was done with him.
“Ike,” he moaned when I pressed in with two fingers.
“What?” I growled, trying not to lose myself in how fucking tight he was.
“Please. I can take it. I don’t need?—”
I didn’t have to be fucking told twice. I trusted Merit to know his own body, especially after all the hell it’d been put through. After smearing the rest of the shampoo onto my cock, I pressed forward, pushing inside of him. He trembled, his entire body shaking. Burying his face in my brother’s neck, he choked on a sob, digging his nails into Wraith’s shoulders.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I snarled, my grip tight enough on his hips to no doubt leave bruises. “You’re so fucking tight, little killer.” So goddamn tight, in fact, that I wasn’t sure I’d last.
He pushed back on me, a strangled sound ripping from his throat when he fully impaled himself on my cock. I snarled, baring my teeth and barely resisting sinking them into his flesh. He wanted to rush? Fucking fine by me.
I eased back, then snapped my hips forward. Wraith held him, his face buried in our man’s hair as I fucked Merit like a man possessed by the devil himself. Merit sobbed, his shoulders shaking, but when I began to slow my pace, worried I actually was hurting him, he reached back and gripped my hip, shaking his head.
“Keep going,” Wraith told me quietly. “He needs this. I’ll take care of him after.”
I sure as fuck didn’t need to be told twice. My brother hadn’t led me wrong yet, and I certainly knew he never would when it came to our man.
I set a brutal pace, our bodies smacking together over and over and over again as I fucked into Merit. Reaching around, I gripped his cock in my fist and gave it two strokes before he was spurting come all over my fingers, his knees giving out. Wraith tightened his grip, holding him up, and my hips fell off rhythm when his ass tightened around me. Stars danced behind my eyelids.
“Fucking hell, little killer,” I snarled, and then, I was filling him up. Breeding him.
Making him mine.
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Merit was a trembling mess in my arms as Ike worked to clean up the cum dripping out of his ass. He’d taken Ike so well, had been desperate to have my brother inside of him. Now, it was my turn to take care of him, to do my best to be soft with him since it wasn’t something Ike was capable of, even if he tried. It just wasn’t in his DNA.
Merit made a small noise when I gripped the back of his thighs and lifted him, carrying him out of the shower. Water dripped off of us as I made my way across the bathroom and into the bedroom. No doubt, the sheets would be wet by the time I finished with him, but that was a problem for later me to deal with. Current me needed to be inside of him. To fuck him slow and deep so he knew we still cared about him. So he knew we always wanted him.
Right then, I just needed to get my man on his back so I could take him apart and show him what it was like to be fucked by a man who truly cared about him. I knew without a shadow of a doubt if I could love anyone, I would love him. Irrevocably.
But I did care about him. I might not be able to love him, but needing to make sure he was safe and happy? It was a fucking priority.
Merit gripped my waist, his wide, pretty eyes locking on mine. His cheeks were still flushed, no doubt due to a mix between his orgasm and the hot shower. But fuck, I was here for it. Seeing him fall apart for Ike had been goddamn surreal. He’d been so fucking beautiful as he cried and moaned and sobbed in our arms.
“Can you take more?” I asked him.
