Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

  The sound of the door being unlocked made Jeremy look up. Leyton, the pack beta walked in. He was partially changed, a gigantic wolf that walked upright, had elongated fingers and glowing gold eyes. He carried a bag. Without comment to Jeremy he crossed the room and set the bag on the couch and jerked it open.

  He took a bottle of lubricant with a long end just like the douche Jeremy had been given. Leyton set that beside the bag and went to the bath area, back a few seconds later with the douche bottle. Looming over Jeremy, Leyton put one hand on the back of Jeremy’s neck and gently pushed him off the couch and to his knees on the floor so he was bent over the couch.

  Leyton crouched beside him and spoke close to Jeremy’s ear. “Stryker likes his boy very clean. Not a sound.”

  Without warning the douche was eased into Jeremy’s ass. This one held more water than the first and filled him. Leyton removed that and another nozzle was inserted. This time lube was squeezed into Jeremy.

  “I like my boy well prepared,” Leyton said in a low growl of a voice. His fingers around Jeremy’s neck tightened down and held him in place while Leyton’s hand pushed between Jeremy’s cheeks. Leyton eased his hand into Jeremy, turning it and rubbing Jeremy’s prostate.

  Hips jerking Jeremy bit his lip to keep from crying out his pleasure. A minute later Leyton’s entire fist was inside Jeremy. He was trapped between the hulking man and the couch. Nothing touched his cock and he wanted to sob from his need to cum. Small spasm started inside and Jeremy watched as his cock squirted jizz. The whole thing made Jeremy crave more. He sucked in deep breaths and couldn’t help the small moan when Leyton pulled his fist free.

  Leyton chuckled. “Don’t worry you’ll learn control.” He let go of Jeremy’s neck and stood up. The moon is almost up. You’ll be taken to our hunting ground. Stryker and I will be waiting there.” He licked along Jeremy’s neck. “I’ll enjoy this.”

  Without saying or doing anything else Leyton left Jeremy alone. A few minutes later the door opened again and Jeremy heard footsteps. He turned his head to the side and watched a woman Jeremy judged to be in her mid-thirties walk toward him. She smiled at him. He was still on his knees, water and lube oozing out of his ass and cum dripped down his cock. Being exposed in such a way was thrilling.

  “Stand up. I’ll take you to the hunting ground.” The woman smiled and stepped up to Jeremy. “Remember they’re werewolves, give them a good hunt and they’ll give you a night you’ll never forget.” She used a black cloth tied around his head to cover his eyes. “I’ve had Mr. Leyton’s cock. You’re in for quite a treat.” Next Jeremy felt rope being tied around his wrists. “Come with me.” She tugged on the rope and Jeremy followed along after her.

  It wasn’t long before the cool cement under his feet changed to dirt and leaves. They stopped and he heard a lock click and the distinctive sound of a gate opening. She removed the blindfold and put her fingers between his shoulder blades shoving him through the gate. The gate was slammed shut and locked. The woman glanced at the sky, dark was just descending, then back at Jeremy. “Run.”

  A surge of energy coursed through Jeremy’s body as he took off, running as fast as he could. The ground was wet and moist under his bare feet. A burning coursed through him and he felt the power of something inside wanting out. He felt required to go to a certain place and felt guided in a certain direction.

  In the distance wolves howled. The need to follow the sound was overwhelming. Every one of his senses were enhanced. The air smelled sweeter and more fragrant. A mix of scents and odors he’d never experienced before mingled with those more familiar. Sounds he’d never heard so clearly before now, the crashing of water off rock, small animals scurrying through the underbrush and wolves racing along in parallel paths to his.

  He desperately wanted—needed—to change and become a full werewolf.

  Jeremy ran. He had no idea where he was going other than more deeply into the woods. The sensation of being driven to a specific point flooded his brain. Jeremy stopped at a stream and leaned on his knees, panting. His breath formed little puff of fog that dissipated a few seconds after leaving his body.

  He straightened and looked left, then right. Closing his eyes Jeremy concentrated. A few seconds later he spun on his heels and ran again, drawn to a place near the waterfall. He stopped by a pond and watched the water cascade over the rocks and splash into the basin below.

  Jeremy could smell them, Stryker and Leyton, more than that he could feel them. His cock hardened, shivers ran through his body and his blood pounded in his ears. There was a slight rustle of leaves and branches. It was the only warning Jeremy had. In the next instant he was knocked off his feet. Leyton pinned him to the ground, his face almost touching Jeremy’s he growled.

  When Jeremy tried to arch up, rub against Leyton he was forced down with a controlling and tight grip on his neck. Another growl, louder this time came with Leyton’s tongue swiping a long, slow path across Jeremy’s neck. His cock twitched and his body shuddered. He felt the love and possessiveness roll off Leyton. Jeremy wanted so desperately to be wrapped in those feelings all his life.

  He and Leyton remained like that, motionless other than their deep breathing, for a few minutes. Jeremy turned his head to the side and tilted his chin up, silently begging to be taken. With another growl Leyton let go and stood over Jeremy, leering down at him with bright gold eyes. Alphas and betas could shift at will, no matter the phase of the moon. Jeremy watched as Leyton reverted from his half man half wolf beast to a man. His cock was hard and huge, his knotting glans starting to bulge. The thought of him inside Jeremy, claiming Jeremy as his made Jeremy tremble. Leyton was a big, imposing man with dark hair and thick muscles.

  Jeremy was on his back with his head turned to the side and his arms spread wide completely exposing himself. Stryker paced in a wide circle around them. Jeremy swallowed hard and forced his body to remain still. Stryker’s scent was overpowering and made Jeremy want to satisfy Stryker’s every whim. Stryker wasn’t as big as Leyton, but size didn’t dictate the alpha. This man radiated power and dominance. He was the most imposing, intimidating being Jeremy had ever been in the presence of. Jeremy’s need to please both these men was overwhelming as if it was the only thing he lived for.

  “He went to the exact spot I sent him,” Stryker said in a low voice. A slow smile spread over his face. He glanced up at the bright, full moon. “Time to finish this.”

  Leyton bent and grabbed Jeremy’s arm, hauling him up and over his shoulder. Without comment Stryker turned his back on them, shifted to a full werewolf and bounded through the woods. Leyton, carrying Jeremy followed a few feet behind.

  Jeremy was taken even deeper into the woods to a spot that had been obviously prepared ahead of time. Leyton gently set Jeremy on the ground giving him the order, “Stay.”

  Stryker was human again, arms crossed over his chest, walking in a slow circle around Leyton and Jeremy. He stopped and shoved at a wooden box near the base of a tree. “Bind him.”

  Leyton smiled, his eyes twinkled and he nodded. He opened the box and extracted a length of leather cording. When he stared into Jeremy’s eyes, Jeremy immediately dropped his gaze to the ground. Leyton took the piece of leather and wound it around Jeremy’s balls then in a crisscross pattern over his cock. Jeremy gasped then smiled when it was pulled it tight just under the crown and a sweet pain followed.

  Leyton snorted. “Like that? Want it tighter?” Jeremy barely nodded, his voice wouldn’t work and Leyton gave the leather binding another harsh tug.

  Stryker stepped forward and grabbed Jeremy’s face with one hand. He sniffed Jeremy then ran his tongue up Jeremy’s neck and bit his jaw. Leyton moved behind Jeremy. He leaned against a tree and said in Jeremy’s ear, “Put your hands behind my neck and keep them there.”

  Jeremy did as told, grasping each wrist with his opposite hand. Leyton shifted to werewolf, took hold of Jeremy’s legs behind his knees and lifted him up. Jeremy was pulled back ag
ainst Leyton and his knees pulled to his chest, legs spread wide. He was open for Stryker, helpless to do anything other than take what Stryker gave.

  Stryker leaned over them, inhaling Jeremy’s scent with deep, slow breaths. He ran his nose along Jeremy’s ribs and down his abs. Every exhale blew warm breath across Jeremy’s skin making goosebumps raise. When he growled Jeremy’s body quivered and his breath caught. Shifting his weight onto one arm, Stryker used the claw of one elongated finger to circle one of Jeremy’s nipples. Jeremy’s head fell back against Leyton’s shoulder as he arched up into Stryker’s touch. He gulped in deep breaths and shuddered them out again.

  Stryker used that same talon and traced a line down to Jeremy’s groin. He dug in until Jeremy squirmed in Leyton’s grip panting and moaning. The beast inside Jeremy clawed at him, demanding release. Surely he’d split open before he could shift. Sounds and scents swirled around him, making no sense and exciting him that much more.

  Moving slowly, deliberately, Stryker groaned as he shoved his cock deep into Jeremy. He growled, baring his teeth, pulled partially out and thrust in. With every thrust Jeremy felt Stryker’s glans grow and bulge. A harsh grunt and powerful snap of his hips and Stryker drove his glans completely into Jeremy.

  Shouting his pleasure Jeremy’s voice was guttural and a deep bark, not a man’s voice. He closed his hands into fists and arched his back as much as possible within Leyton’s iron grip. The beta wolf’s coarse hair scrapped Jeremy’s back, sending electric sparks through him.

  Stryker’s knotting glans grew and held them together in a tight grip. Rocking back and forth Stryker threw his head in the air and howled. He pulled back and Jeremy felt how the knots bulged even more and stopped them from separating. The glans pulsed and throbbed while Stryker’s cock pounded Jeremy’s sweet spot. The duel sensations were too much to comprehend. The only thing Jeremy knew was this was pleasure beyond anything he’d ever known.

  Stryker bit down on Jeremy’s shoulder and shoved forward with enough power Leyton was nearly knocked over. Jeremy felt Leyton’s chest vibrate as a hearty laugh rumbled out of him. The wolf inside Jeremy fought for freedom. The head of Stryker’s thick cock pressed against Jeremy’s prostate sending a tsunami of shock waves rolling through him. A howl started somewhere in his chest and exploded out of him. He wanted to beg for release but his voice came out short barks and howls.

  Jeremy’s chest seemed to expand and fire burned along his nerve endings. Liquid heat filled his ass. The double throbbing of Stryker’s cock and the knotting glans sent a jolt of euphoria through Jeremy. Leyton clamped down on Jeremy, preventing him from moving. He was trapped and completely at their mercy.

  Leyton’s arm moved and Jeremy felt a claw scrap his engorged cock. One knot at a time the leather cord was cut away. Jeremy yelped and howled. His body was out of his control. His balls tightened. He was harder than he’d ever been. His cock throbbed and a burn traveled a straight path through his shaft. Jeremy felt the scalding liquid from his cock hit his belly.

  Power and energy surged through Jeremy. He felt his fingers and toes grow. The sounds he made were wild and feral, deep howls and when his jaws snapped long fangs gnashed together. He couldn’t hold still, his head thrashed and his long fingers clamped with such force around his wrists they began to cramp. Leyton pulled Jeremy’s knees more tightly against his chest making Jeremy work for every breath he took.

  Pounding started in Jeremy’s ass and spread through his body. The world spun and he barely noticed how difficult it was to pull in a full breath. Stryker’s body went completely still for a minute before he howled long and loud. Jeremy had no choice but to answer with his own howl, but it was soft and weak compared to his alpha. Minutes passed before Stryker collapsed on top of him, dragging in huge breaths. The knots began to shrink and Jeremy sobbed from their loss. He tried clamping his ass to hold onto them, but it was useless.

  Stryker jerked out of Jeremy. That gave Jeremy a jolt of pleasure pain since the knots hadn’t shrunken completely. Grabbing his cock, Stryker spread the bit of cum on it over his hand then rubbed it over Jeremy’s body marking him with a growled out, “You’re mine.”

  “And mine,” Leyton snapped, shoving Jeremy to his hands and knees on the ground at the same time. Stryker stepped back and chuckled.

  Leyton wrapped one arm around Jeremy’s hips and lifted. Like Stryker there was no real foreplay, Leyton simply rammed his cock into Jeremy. They were claiming him as their own, taking what they wanted. Tender moments and love would come later.

  Jeremy gasped when Leyton’s glans bulged and filled him almost immediately. Leyton’s other hand twisted in Jeremy’s hair so he was forced still. His fingers curled into fists around the leaves on the ground. In the big wolfman’s grip Jeremy was powerless. It was exhilarating. His purpose in life was to give these two men pleasure and he embraced that destiny with every part of his being.

  Leyton moved his hand to Jeremy’s balls, twisting and tugging. He would have thought it impossible, but Jeremy’s cock began to fill once more. Leyton’s tongue swiped over Jeremy’s shoulders and his teeth scraped along Jeremy’s back. Letting go of Jeremy’s hair, Leyton used that arm around Jeremy’s middle to hold them together as he pounded into Jeremy.

  Jeremy heard Leyton yip noises of approval when he gripped Jeremy’s cock. His hand moved in time with his hips, squeezing hard until Jeremy was powerless to do anything other than shove back against Leyton. Leyton let go of Jeremy’s cock and pressed his fingers to the spot behind his balls, rubbing circles.

  Leyton barked then howled and Jeremy felt his body spasm and roll against Jeremy’s. Once again Jeremy was filled with smooth, liquid heat. The craving of his body for the feeling of bulging glans throbbing inside him was satisfied. Jeremy felt like a limp toy in Leyton’s arms when his cock thumped out a second orgasm. When Leyton softened and pulled away once again Jeremy was overcome with enough grief from the loss a sob rolled out of his chest and he felt tears on his face.

  Swiping the tip of one finger across Jeremy’s hole, Leyton smeared cum over Jeremy’s back. He went on step farther and reached around so Jeremy could lick his finger clean. Still in his wolf form, Leyton rumbled soft noises in Jeremy’s ear and scooped him into his arms and stood. Jeremy was cradled against Leyton’s chest as they followed Stryker back to the waterfall.

  The sound of the water tumbling over the rocks was soothing. Leyton laid Jeremy on a soft bed of grass. It smelled sweet. Jeremy took a minute to look at his hands and legs. He’d transformed, but not in the same way other werewolves did. He’d never have the bulk and would always appear more human than wolf despite longer fingers with talons and a covering of hair that was more like fuzz. The beast had been let out for now. Once the moon set Jeremy wouldn’t know his wolf until the next full moon. He hoped he’d know the bulging glans and heavy cocks of Stryker and Leyton far more often.

  The two werewolves positioned him between them. They lay curled together on the ground and despite the cool air the new omega wolf was warm and safe, held tight by the alpha and beta. Jeremy closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

  --THE END--

  #3 Back to the Omega

  Every werewolf pack functions better with an omega. Jeremy is his pack’s omega, the plaything of the alpha and beta. His only job is to keep them happy and make them forget the stresses of leading the pack. Jeremy’s life is not his own, but it’s one filled with lavish attention and luxury. When the werewolf pack’s beta is forced away for a few days on business he’s very anxious to return to Jeremy for relaxation and fun. Beta wolf Leyton loves his toys and has many creative ways and uses for both the toys and Jeremy. Jeremy craves Leyton’s attention and will do anything to please him and their alpha wolf, Stryker. With the pack alpha, Stryker, watching Jeremy gives Leyton a homecoming he’ll reward Jeremy for in more ways than one. Then, of course, it’s Stryker’s turn.

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  Sunshine streamed through the windows waking Je
remy. He smiled and stretched under the thick blankets. Being the omega of his werewolf pack afforded him many luxuries and one of Jeremy’s favorites was the fact he never needed to have a job. No dragging himself out of bed before sunup unless he wanted to or was fulfilling his position and providing pleasure to the alpha and or beta werewolf.

  That was the job of the omega. Stress relief, sexual pleasure and generally keeping the two most powerful men of his pack happy. He was where they came to escape the pressures of the world and he loved every minute of it.

  Today was special. The pack beta, Leyton generally paid Jeremy a visit every morning. He claimed his morning fuck was as important, if not more so than his morning coffee. Jeremy loved the big, gregarious man and wanted nothing more than to please him in every way possible. Leyton had been away for nearly a week on pack business and today was his first day home.

  While Leyton would spend time with Jeremy alone, the pack alpha, a man known by their pack’s name of Stryker came to Jeremy only with Leyton. Every full moon Stryker and Leyton were with Jeremy and many nights in between. It was mornings and sometimes during the day that Leyton came to Jeremy alone.

  Jeremy padded through the house. The only thing he wore was his omega collar. It was several pieces of leather tied into a knot with a brass medallion displaying the pack emblem hanging from it. He was naked other than the time of his monthly video chat with his parents and siblings. Aside from that he was clothed only when leaving this house in the company of Stryker or Leyton.

  The rest of his time was spent here in solitude. His house had an open design, big windows that let in plenty of light and was surrounded on three sides by a continuous porch. There were gardens and manicure lawns and the entire thing was surrounded by heavy woods. Jeremy’s estate was completely enclosed by an electric fence.