by Lily Harlem
“Mmm,” he moaned as I stroked his shaft. “More, yes, fuck yes, more of that.”
I copied what he was doing, masturbating him, working him root to tip.
Within a minute I was battling not to come. It was so erotic to have George responding with gasps and groans with each tiny movement of my hand.
We kissed, harder now, and a mounting sense of urgency.
“For the love of Benedict,” he said, pulling up and clasping his hand over mine, stopping my movements. “I’m going to spurt if you keep doing that.”
“Isn’t that the idea?” My belly was quivering, and my balls retracted. My orgasm was really close. I just needed a bit more…
“I want to come inside you,” he said, his gaze trailing my body. “If you’re willing to bottom, that is.”
My cock twitched and my asshole trembled. “Come inside me?”
“Yes, in your sexy ass, Darius.”
I stared up at him. This was it. The moment I handed my body over to another man and lost my virginity.
“I know,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose, “that you haven’t done it before.”
I exhaled, relieved I wouldn’t have to confess.
“Oscar told me,” he said. “And I’d be honored if you’d pick me to be your first.”
“I guess it’s only a matter of time before we all fuck, right?”
“Well, you—it’s only a matter of time before we all fuck you. We don’t screw each other.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Not even when you’re horny?”
“No.” He downturned his mouth. “They’re like brothers to me, that would be weird.”
“So just me, right?”
“Yes, just you. Prepare to be pleasured whenever and however you want to be.”
“Starting with…” I stroked along his collarbone, and then settled my finger at the hollow of his throat. “You fucking me now.”
He was silent.
“I want it,” I said. “But—”
“But you’re scared. That’s understandable.”
“No, I’m not scared. I want it, I want sex with you, with all of you.”
“So what is it?”
“I’m worried I might not do it right, that I might disappoint you.”
“Darius! You could never disappoint me. You’re everything I want and more.”
“But what if I do it wrong?”
“There is no wrong.” He slid his hand over my cock again and then scooped up my balls. “There is only pleasure and satisfaction.”
“Show me.”
He smiled and his eyes flashed. “Of course, my love.” He stretched one finger lower and skimmed it over my asshole.
I gasped at the intimate touch.
“Bend your knees and widen your legs.”
I did as he’d instructed as he reached behind himself for a bottle of massage oil.
“This will help,” he said, dribbling it onto his fingers.
“Help with what?”
“Help with getting me inside you.” He stroked over my hole again, this time circling it, then pressing at the center with his slick finger.
My breaths were shallow, my abdominal muscles rigid.
“You feel amazing, so warm and tight,” he murmured against my lips. “Now just relax so I can…” He invaded my asshole with his fingertip.
There was no pain, but it was a little odd to be touched there, and it made my cock jerk.
“Breathe,” he said.
“I am.” I rested my palm on his cheek and stared up at his face. “Give me more.”
He pushed in higher, knuckle deep.
I groaned. So this was it. This was what I’d been craving all that time. It felt fucking amazing.
“Touching you like this is going to make me orgasm,” he said breathily. “I’ve wanted to pleasure you for centuries, the perfect beautiful soul that you are.”
“Please, do it, fuck me.”
“Not yet, I have to prep you.”
My asshole stretched as he added another finger. I curled my toes and my legs tensed.
“That’s it, good,” he said against my lips. “So good. You’re doing so well.”
“Fuck!” I bucked upward. Whatever he’d just touched inside me was intense and sent an incredible wave of pleasure through my core.
He laughed softly. “That’s your hot-spot, Darius. Feels nice, doesn’t it?”
“Oh bloody Hell.” I was shaking and my cock was leaking pre-cum. “I can’t describe it, it’s…”
“The best feeling ever.”
“Er yeah, probably.”
“Wait until it’s my cock stroking over it, and not my fingers.”
I groaned and closed my eyes. He was massaging me inside, not enough to make me buck from the bed again, but enough to stoke the need inside me.
“You look beautiful like this,” he said. “All pliant and responsive. I’m so happy it’s you.” He kissed me. “I love you.”
I was gasping now, beating down the need to let my release surge. “George, please, fuck me.”
“Okay.”
He slid from me. “Turn over.” As he’d spoken he’d nudged my left hip. “Show me your ass.”
My tiredness was a distant memory, and I turned, rising up onto my hands and knees as I did so.
“That will do nicely,” he said, setting the oil bottle to one side again. “Now keep still while I lube up.”
“Be quick.” I stared down my body. My cock was rock-hard, the end slick. A tremble of need started in my nape and flowed to my asshole. I clenched it, missing George’s fingers there.
“Relax now,” he said, gripping my hips. “And bear down.”
“Bear down?”
“Yes, it will open you up for me.”
I clenched my hands, fisting the sheets, and braced my spine.
“Relax, I said.” George kissed the dip of my back, his breath washing over my hot skin. “I’m not going to rush this, or pound into you the way Oscar would. Your first time is sacred.”
“Thank you.” Impatience was burning me up. “But, please, George. I need you.”
“And I need you.”
The cool, smooth dome of his cock tip pressed against my hole. It felt impossibly wide and hard.
“Get used to the feel of it first,” he said. “And visualize where I’m going. Imagine me filling you.”
“Yes. Yes, I can do that.” Hell, it was all I could think of.
“And now accept me, make it real.”
He pushed forward, holding me still and tight.
I arched my back and raised my head as my hole opened, stretching around his glans. On and on I accepted him until there was a stitch of pain.
“Oh, oh, it’s too much…” I squirmed.
“I’m in, you’ve done it. You’ve taken the entire tip of me.” He stilled but kept a strong hold of my hips. “That’s as wide as you have to take.”
“Okay.” I closed my eyes and waited as the pain dulled and in its place came the wonderful sensation of cock in my ass.
“How is it now?”
“It’s good, real good.” I was breathless.
“Now take my length. My cock is the same size as yours, Darius, so you know what you have to cope with.”
He pushed forward. The sensation became dense and all consuming as my innards received him.
“Ah, yeah, fucking Hell,” he groaned. “Better than I could ever imagine. Fuck, Darius, you’re incredible in here.”
I answered with a groan of my own. My balls were so tight, my cock seeping pre-cum.
“Can you feel me on your hot-spot?” he asked.
“Yes, yes I can.”
He bottomed out, his sac pressing against mine.
“You’re not a virgin any more, my love. You’ve taken my cock, full depth.”
“So use it,” I said, twisting to glance over my shoulder. “And fuck me good and proper.”
“You’re demanding I fuck you good and proper on your
first time?” He laughed, though the sound was strained. “You’re a wild one, Darius. How are we going to keep up with you?”
I made a strange growling sound. I wasn’t sure where it had come from. Desperation. Longing. Need.
“It’s here, for you, always and only you.” He withdrew almost out, then eased back in, his cock driving over my prostate.
Again a wonderful dense pleasure claimed me.
He hit full depth, paused for a heartbeat, then repeated the action. The lube he’d coated his cock and my ass in eased the way, and the coolness of his skin made it so acute where he was inside me.
I adored it.
I adored him.
“Darius,” he gasped. “Come when…you need…to.”
I screwed up my eyes and tried to hold off coming. I didn’t want this to end.
Heat grew in my chest and seeped over my shoulders. My dick felt as though it was on fire, the pressure in it so great.
On and on George fucked me, slowly and steadily driving his cock in and almost out.
I became lost to it. Nothing else existed. Only George and his wonderful cock and what he was doing to me.
Sweat laced my body, my breaths were shunting in and out of me in time with George’s thrusts. “I need to come,” I gasped.
“Yes, come, come with me.”
The heat in my chest was spreading down my arms. My biceps were burning up. So were my forearms, my palms.
Fuck. No. Not now.
“I’m coming, oh, come with me,” George cried. “Darius.”
I allowed my climax to take hold. My asshole clamped around George’s concrete-hard cock, seeming to drag him higher and harder onto my hot-spot.
I cried out as my dick surged, shooting pearly ropes of cum from the end. My balls retreated so far into my body they ached. Fire burned inside me, and shot down my arms to my hands. My heart thudded and my brain turned to mush as pleasure took over.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” George punctuated each word with a thrust. “It’s here.”
I wailed as he filled me with cold release. It seemed to wash through my insides and created more waves of glorious orgasmic pulses.
I’d never felt so alive, so wild with ecstasy.
George slowed, then stilled. He leaned forward, shifting his cock inside me, and kissed between my shoulder blades. “That was incredible.”
“Yes, it was.” I was breathing hard.
“And I can easily buy new bedding.”
“What?” I opened my eyes. Had my cum made that much mess?
“Don’t worry about it.” Very gently he pulled out.
My hole clamped shut and I trembled. It was then I saw what he was talking about. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I—”
“Don’t mention it, it’s sweet.” He flopped onto the bed with his head on the pillow.
“Sweet?” I stared at the singed silk sheets around my hands. They were still smoking. “This bedding must have cost a fortune. I’ll pay you for it.”
“No you will not. Cost has no meaning to us,” he said, running his hand down my arm. “I told you that.”
“But still, it’s yours and I wrecked it with my…” I sat back on my heels and stared at my fingertips.
“With your passion? Your emotion? Your incredible orgasm?” He reached for me and pulled me into an embrace. “To think that our first time together, your first time ever was so good you could be yourself entirely and release sparks makes me very happy.”
I rested my head against his shoulder and bent my leg over his. “Thank you for accepting me as I am. I never thought I’d find anyone who would.”
“You’ve found four of us who do.”
Chapter Sixteen
Rhys
Knowing Darius was in the bedroom and most likely having his virginity taken by George made it impossible for me to relax. Add in the fact he’d had two near misses with his demon father in twenty-four hours, and I was most definitely on edge.
“Would you sit down,” Oscar grumbled. “You’re beginning to piss me off, Rhys.”
“I’m sorry.” I sat and gripped the arms of the chair.
“And try to relax.”
“Like you are?” I frowned at Oscar who was perched on the edge of the couch, arms folded, and his booted feet flat on the floor. He appeared ready for action.
“Yeah, well, George won’t be keeping an eye or ear out for demons, so someone has to.”
“Lucky George,” I muttered.
“Rhys,” he said. “We all agreed we’d share Darius. His power is strong, and his energy vibrant. He can juggle us all, and our needs for blood and intimacy with him. He’s no ordinary guy, he’s special. The only thing we have to control is our jealousy.”
“I’m not jealous,” I said quickly. “I’m glad he and George are having time together and…”
“Fucking.”
“Yeah, that too, if it’s what’s happening behind that door.”
“I think we can safely say it is.” Oscar tilted his chin.
I glanced toward the bedroom. “Yeah, I’d agree with you there, Oscar.” Would George top or bottom with Darius? What would Darius have a preference for? I hoped he’d like both, giving and receiving. That would suit us all.
He does suit us all. Perfectly.
“And the other thing we have to control,” I said, shaking my head to rid the image of Darius naked so I could think straight, “is his father.”
“We have to defeat him. It’s the only way the danger can be eliminated.”
“Of course we do.” I stood again and walked to the window. My legs were as restless as my brain. I pulled back the curtain and glanced up at the starry sky. The moon hung like a giant silver coin to the west. I was pleased there were no clouds around, stormy or otherwise. “And then, when his father is out of the equation we’ll have a much bigger danger to face,” I said. “You do know that.”
“We’re not a foursome to be messed with,” Oscar said gruffly.
“I know that, but there are many vampires at The Order who will seek Darius for themselves if they discover he’s the cambion of the fable.”
“Which is why we must protect him, for always.” Oscar linked his fingers and squeezed his fists together. “And keep who he really is a secret.”
“And we’re going to start that process tomorrow,” I said, straightening the curtain and turning back to Oscar.
He raised his eyebrows at me.
“We have to go to The Order and speak to Master Concorde.”
“You think we should tell him?” Oscar raised his eyebrows. “I’d rather tell no one. It’s the safest way.”
“But if we tell the head of The Order and then stake our claim on Darius as our human mate, we can legitimately keep him at our sides, feed from him when he’ll allow it, and protect him without raising suspicion.”
“George has spent centuries, Lloyd too, looking for the cambion and that fact hasn’t been kept a secret,” Oscar said. “Them turning up with a lover will immediately raise suspicions as to who he really is.”
“Which is why we need to speak to Master Concorde and claim Darius in private, not in the usual ceremony.”
“But what’s the point of that? No one will see, no one will know he’s ours.”
“But it will be documented, that’s what’s important going forward. And there’s no reason we can’t go down into the dungeon with him, let a few people see that he is with one or maybe even two of us, preferably not George or Lloyd.”
“The dungeon? Fuck, it’s been a long time since I was there.” Oscar huffed. “Had a great time, though, that place seems to bring out the sex beast in me.”
He grinned suddenly and I matched it, remembering my last trip to the basement of The Order. It was a place for dark pleasure, where anything went; feeding, fucking, flogging and forgetting everything and letting ecstasy take over.
Oscar sighed suddenly and scrubbed his hand over his messy dark hair. “I agree with you, Rhys, but we should concentrat
e on the demon first, don’t you think?”
“I think other vampires wanting a taste of our man is as dangerous as the demon. Especially when you consider they’ll all want to save their souls the same way we do.”
“But we don’t even have the key yet, or understand what it is exactly. I’m scared you’re jumping ahead with all this talk of taking Darius to The Order and then down into the dungeon.”
“I’ve spoken to George and Lloyd about it.”
“You have?” He raised his heavy black eyebrows.
“Yeah. They seemed keen on the idea.”
He was silent. Which was never a good thing with Oscar. It meant stubbornness was setting in.
“Don’t you see?” I stepped up to him. “We’re so near, so close. Master Benedict is talking to us through our lover’s dreams. No one, I repeat, no one has ever been where we are. We’re a whisper away from salvation. This is big.”
“I know it is.” His jaw tensed and then he stared at the door again, as if he could see Darius and George on the other side. “Can you smell burning?”
I sniffed the air. “Yeah.” I stepped forward, fearful the demon had slipped past us while we’d been talking.
“No.” Oscar was behind me. He set his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “Darius is probably releasing sparks…as he comes.”
“Fuck, do you think so? As he orgasms?”
He shrugged. “Every chance, and if so, we really shouldn’t burst in there. They shut the door for a reason—privacy.”
I swallowed and closed my eyes. An image of Darius’s beautiful face contorted in ecstasy as his cock spurted and sparks flew out of his fingers held me hostage. I longed for more intimacy with him and to feel as though his warm body was part of mine.
Be patient.
“Sit down,” Oscar said, “Read or something.”
“I might go out and check the corridor, the elevators and the lobby.”
“Yeah, good idea.” Oscar sat again. “Get out of my hair for a bit, kid.”
I headed out of the apartment with a scowl. I was nearly a hundred years old, I wasn’t a kid.
Though in Oscar’s eyes, I guessed I always would be. As the youngest of the four of us, and the youngest as I’d turned at just twenty-three, I did tick the youth box in our definition of the word.