They couldn’t move him much, so he got up and crawled on the bed. It took a bit of maneuvering, but finally he was sitting between them, facing Arlen, his legs wrapped around Arlen’s waist. Nick scooted closer, and now Gentry could feel two hard cocks against his skin, one on his back, one pressing against his stomach.
He swallowed. “What now?”
Arlen smiled at him. “I know we don’t really have to do this together, but it feels right this way.”
Gentry nodded. Arlen leaned closer and kissed Gentry’s neck. Nick did the same on the other side of his neck, and Gentry closed his eyes. He remembered the pain of the bite well, and he anticipated it. He couldn’t help but think of Leonard, of their mating. Gentry had loved Leonard, so much, and he couldn’t believe he’d been given a second chance at that kind of love.
Nick was the first one to bite down. Gentry felt his fangs push in and break his skin, and he grabbed handfuls of the sheet. Arlen bit down, too, and Gentry swallowed at the twin pains. They didn’t last long, and Gentry didn’t feel any different when Nick and Arlen licked their bites closed and leaned away. Arlen looked over Gentry’s shoulder. Nick must have done something, because Arlen leaned forward again, but this time he tilted his head to the side.
“Come on, love. Bite me,” Arlen said softly.
He didn’t have to repeat himself. Nick gently pushed against Gentry’s back as Gentry leaned forward and bit Arlen. He drank down Arlen’s blood, and something fizzled in his mind. It wasn’t the mate bond he remembered. It wasn’t as strong, as open as his bond with Leonard had been, and Gentry hoped it was because the bond with Nick and Arlen wasn’t complete yet. The other alternative was a lot scarier.
He licked Arlen’s neck clean and wondered how he was supposed to bite Nick. Nick solved the problem by manhandling Gentry as if he weighed nothing. He turned Gentry sideways but kept him between them. Gentry had to turn his torso to be able to get to Nick’s neck, and it was a bit uncomfortable, but he didn’t care. He bit down and Nick stiffened, but Gentry petted his chest as he drank down his blood, and Nick relaxed.
The bond flared and became stronger, but it still wasn’t complete. Hope swelled in Gentry’s heart. They really were doing this. The bond wasn’t complete yet, but it had become obvious that they were doing this right and that it would take only two more bites to complete it.
He licked Nick’s bite closed and hesitated. He knew he should move away and let Nick and Arlen bite each other, but he didn’t want to. They were mating. He wasn’t an outsider, not anymore.
He still had to move away, though, so he did. Nick and Arlen moved toward each other and Gentry gave them their space, but they both reached out for him, even though they weren’t looking at him. They pulled him against them, and Gentry kneeled by their side. He stroked their backs, and they never took their arms away from him as Nick leaned forward and bit Arlen on the opposite side from Gentry’s mark.
Arlen cried out softly and Gentry kissed his shoulder, the top of his head, his forehead. The bond flared again, almost complete now. It was incredible. Gentry had never expected this would work, even if he’d hoped so and had tried to convince himself it would. It was working, and only one thing was missing for the bond to be complete now.
Nick moved away, his pupils blown, his lips still bearing a hint of blood. Gentry leaned forward and kissed him, licking it away. He knew the exact moment Arlen bit Nick, because Nick stiffened again, like he’d done when Gentry had bit him. Gentry continued to kiss him, distracting him, until the bond all but exploded in his mind.
He screwed his eyes shut and whined. Arlen whimpered and slumped against Nick’s chest, and Gentry wrapped an arm around his shoulders. The bond was complete. It had worked.
He blinked and opened his eyes, not surprised to see Arlen’s face was still pressed against Nick’s chest. Nick was looking at Gentry, though, and Gentry didn’t think he’d ever seen such a peaceful and happy expression on his face, not even when they’d decided to give their throuple a chance.
“It worked,” Nick croaked.
Gentry nodded, and Nick pulled him forward for a kiss. The three of them were tangled together, and Gentry couldn’t tell who was touching his back, pushing him down on his back, opening his legs.
Nick moved away and Arlen kissed Gentry, not giving him the time to say anything. Slicked fingers pushed at Gentry’s hole, stretched him until he was gasping. The bond was pulsing, love, lust, need, and want pushing at Gentry, making it hard to understand who was feeling what.
He didn’t know how Arlen and Nick were able to think coherently enough to do this, but he didn’t protest when someone—Arlen—slicked his cock and straddled him. Gentry opened his mouth to tell Arlen to wait, that he’d prep him, but Arlen grabbed the base of Gentry’s cock and sat on it. Gentry slid in without resistance, and he realized Arlen must have prepped himself while Nick stretched Gentry open.
Arlen stopped moving, Gentry’s dick fully in him, and Nick opened Gentry’s legs even more, settling between them. Gentry swallowed when the head of Nick’s cock nudged his hole. Nick pushed, and Gentry felt only a twinge of pain. Everything else was pleasure, coming from all three of them. It was confusing and overwhelming, but Gentry wouldn’t want it any other way.
They didn’t last long. Nick wrapped an arm around Arlen and jacked him off as he fucked Gentry. Their rhythms were off, but it was enough.
Gentry came first. He screwed his eyes shut and fucked up into Arlen until he was done. He wrapped a hand on top of the hand Nick had on Arlen’s dick, and together they jacked him off to completion. Arlen slumped on top of Gentry and Gentry hugged him tight as Nick slammed into him again and again.
He felt Nick come, the bond flaring with pleasure again before slowly dimming until it was an undercurrent in Gentry’s mind. He could reach out to it, and he even understood who was feeling what now, although the emotions the three of them felt were pretty similar—love, pleasure, tiredness.
“That was...” Arlen started.
Nick slumped next to them and looped an arm around Arlen, pulling both of them close. Arlen started to climb off Gentry, but Gentry stopped him. He wanted to bask in the feeling of completeness, of rightness, a bit longer. The shower could wait, everything that wasn’t them could. The outside world would be there for them tomorrow, but they only had this moment to bask in their newly mated emotions.
About the Author
Catherine lives in Italy, country of good food and hot men. She used to write fantasy as a child, but it was reading her first gay erotic romance novel that made her realize that that was what she really wanted to write.
After graduating from college in English language and translation, she divides her day between writing, reading, taking care of her son and reading some more.
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