by Sydney Lain
“I don’t have a lot of clothes,” Jessie said, but he wanted to hit his head. That’s the last thing he needed to worry about when two sexy men stripped him.
“That’s fine. If you run out, then walk around naked. We’ll keep you warm and sweaty,” Michael said.
He shivered as the rest of his clothes were removed. There was something erotic about being naked in front of two men with muscles that could break his bones. He reached up and started to unbutton Damon’s shirt.
Damon moved away from the bed. Jessie tried to reach for him, but Michael’s hand played with his balls. He leaned back into Michael’s chest. The slow massage was more of a tease. The shifter moved his hand up and rubbed his cock to life. He was just about to beg for more when lips pressed into his neck.
“Watch and enjoy the show.” Michael’s teeth nibbled at his skin. Jessie’s eyes were glued on Damon’s naked chest. The half-demon unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. Slowly, jeans and underwear slid down his legs. Between powerful thighs, a hard cock jutted out, bouncing on his belly before standing to attention. The erect organ promised a through claiming. Jessie licked his lips, remembering the taste. Damon stepped forward. Jessie moved closer. His knee rested on the bed while fingers rubbed against Damon’s rock-hard chest and sinfully sexy abs. He relished the feel of every perfect inch. He was so different from him. The bed moved beneath Jessie as Michael stood.
“Don’t leave,” he begged. They both promised to stay.
Michael rubbed his cheek. “Don’t worry. I’m just getting ready.” He slowly started to strip. Damon pulled Jessie into a hug. Fingers rubbed down his back and slid along his ass before pushing his butt cheeks apart. Damon rubbed the sensitive opening. Jessie’s cock jerked. His fingers moved to Damon’s hand, resting on the finger that glided into his welcoming opening.
Jessie threw his head back. The rustling of clothes forced his attention to the shifter. Michael’s fingers pulled at his pants. He pushed the fabric down freeing his impressive cock. He stoked and teased the hard, moist shaft. Jessie didn’t dare turn away. Michael’s hand moved up and down as Damon massaged his back entrance.
“We’re both going to be sinking into here,” Damon warned.
He moved his hips trying to get the finger to go deeper. It didn’t work. He reached over and tried to rub at his cock, but Michael grabbed his wrist, bringing the hand to the shifter’s cock. He touched the large shaft, knowing soon he’d taste it and then it would sink into him. Damon pulled Jessie back while Michael removed the last of his clothes. Then he joined them in bed. Their naked bodies touched and rubbed against each other.
Michael turned and spread his legs while Damon grabbed the lube. He opened it and worked it onto Jessie’s fingers.
“Spread him. Get him ready,” Damon instructed.
“Ready for what?” Jessie asked, but followed the orders.
“You’re going to fuck him, while I fuck you.”
Jessie’s fingers reached forward. His cock twitched. Fingers worked at his backside, while he worked to loosen Michael.
“That’s it. Like this,” Damon instructed. “Add another finger.” The half-demon demonstrated by thrusting a second finger inside of him. Jessie hissed at the mixture of pain and pleasure.
He followed Damon’s instructions and pushed in another finger. The feel of Michael’s heat wrapped around his fingers sent a shiver down his spine. Then the fingers inside of Jessie started to spread him.
“Now scissor him,” Damon ordered.
He could barely think, so he let Damon guide his actions.
“Feels so good, Jessie,” Michael said. He turned his head to look at him. “Do you feel good?”
Jessie nodded. The fingers stretched and lubricated his ass. His inside was being rubbed and teased. His fingers stopped moving inside of Michael. The shifter pushed back, impaling himself on Jessie’s fingers, pushing them deeper.
“I’m ready,” Michael said with a moan.
He froze, not sure what to do.
“I’ll guide you.” Damon poured lube on Jessie’s cock. He hissed as it was rubbed all over. Damon guided him to Michael’s slick entrance. He lined his cock up to the tight hole. Damon pulled his fingers from Jessie’s ass, and grabbed onto his waist and pushed his hips forward. Slowly, he sunk into tight velvet heat.
He groaned, trying to thrust forward, but Damon let him slide in at a snail’s pace. “Don’t rush it,” the half-demon ordered. Soon, his thighs pressed against Michael’s ass. Damon slid fingers back into Jessie’s ass. The sensation from the front and back was almost too much. He jerked his hips back and thrust forward.
“Harder,” Michael pleaded.
Jessie swayed, savoring the tight heat. Michael squeezed down on him. He was in heaven. Then Damon pulled out and grabbed his hips, pulling him from Michael’s heat. He tried to push forward, but the other man wouldn’t allow it.
Michael turned onto his back and spread his legs.
Jessie cried out when something large and wet pressed against his opening. “Relax,” Damon ordered. “Michael wants to see your face when I fill that cute little ass.”
His hands reached out and he scratched Michael’s shoulder.
Inch by inch, Damon sank into him. Michael leaned forward and kissed and sucked his neck. He relished the feel of rough hair scratching his skin as he was stretched open. Damon’s hand rubbed his cock as he sank deeper inside. He sighed when Damon’s hips hit his ass, not sure if he could take anymore inside of him. He breathed out after Damon was fully seated. Michael guided his hips down and moved into position as Jessie’s cock slid back into the warm heat.
When he was fully seated, Damon pulled out and slammed into him. He bit on his lips trying to find the right pace, but every inch tingled. The fire burned both his ass and cock. His fingers intertwined with Michael’s fingers.
“Let go. Tell us when you’re ready,” Damon said. He slowed the pace. It wasn’t enough. He needed more.
“Please,” Jessie said. “More.” He didn’t know what he was asking, but his mind wouldn’t last like this. Damon picked up speed, pounding into him as he slid in and out of Michael. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the room. He cried out at the delicious assault.
With each thrust Damon sank deeper and harder into him. Jessie tried to move his hips, but he lacked rhythm. The two other men took over, guiding him in and out. Everything felt good. Michael squeezed down on him and Damon bit into his neck.
He cried out and exploded into Michael’s heat. He tried to catch his breath as Damon filled him with warmth. He winced when Damon slowly pulled out of him. He wasn’t ready to lose the warmth.
“Shh, it’s only beginning,” Damon whispered.
Damon helped him straddle Michael’s waist. He lowered down and stuffed his body with Michael’s hard shaft. It felt good to be filled again. He moaned when balls slapped against his ass. Michael grabbed his waist, while Damon rubbed life back into his cock. He looked down into Michael’s glowing yellow eyes.
“Ride me. Hard and fast,” Michael ordered.
Michael thrust up and slammed into him, while Jessie rotated his hips, taking the cock deep inside, but it wasn’t enough. Damon bit and licked the mark on his neck. A piece of his mind filled with Damon. He reached back and rubbed his new mate’s chest.
He wanted more.
“Michael likes it rough,” Damon whispered. “When he fucks, it’s hard and fast.”
That was the only warning he got before he was down on the bed lying on his back with Michael nestled in between his legs. He moaned at the intense speed. He’d be feeling this for days.
“I’ve never been gentle like Damon.”
Damon, gentle? Were they talking about the same man? Then he understood. Michael rammed into him hard. His hands grabbed the bedding as Michael thrust into him over and over again. Heat burned with a mixture of pleasure and pain. His hard cock wedged between their bodies demanded attention. He wouldn’t last mu
ch longer.
Damon slapped Michael’s ass.
Michael growled. The movement only seemed to intensify the sex. The shifter rammed him hard and deep. Jessie couldn’t move. He looked up at the ceiling. “There should be mirrors,” he whispered, wanting a way to watch them have sex.
Damon laughed. The air above him changed. The mist reflected the image below. He spread his legs wider and moaned as he watched Michael thrust upward. The speed left him begging for more, but the words were fucked out of him. Instead, he wrapped his legs around the other man’s body, holding him close. Damon leaned over Michael, licking the other man’s neck.
“Finish it,” Damon instructed.
Michael’s mouth reached for the left side of his neck. He bit down. Jessie watched his eyes changed as his heart and body filled. It took a minute for Jessie to catch his breath. Then he felt the bond between them. The love flowed through it. He sighed with contentment. Both men were filled with pure bliss. He smiled and reached up and touched them before his eyes drifted closed.
Hands lifted him up. He looked at Damon and then searched for his other mate.
“Michael’s getting the bath ready.”
“Bath,” he said in a daze. “I don’t think I can.”
“The water will feel wonderful against your sensitive skin and loosen sore muscles.”
He placed his head on Damon’s shoulder. Nothing would keep him from feeling the soreness when he sat. Why were they bothering? “Tired,” he complained as they entered the bathroom.
Michael rubbed his head as Damon lowered him into the warm water.
They gently washed every inch of skin as his eyes drifted closed and sleep overtook him.
Chapter Eight
Darkness surrounded him. Jessie reached around for something to give him light. The air was moist and the ground wet. He was outside. The stars and moon were black. He shivered. The dark brought death and murder. His feet moved faster, but then his foot caught on a rock, reminding him how dangerous it was to move carelessly in the dark. He managed to get his hands out just before he hit the ground. The dirt was soft, but his body ached from the hard landing. He blinked, hoping to clear his vision, but he couldn’t see. On hands and knees, he crawled along the cold wet ground. The sharp edges of rocks cut into his hands and legs. What had happened? Where was he? A thick haze covered his mind. Nothing made sense.
Blue eyes pierced through the fog, followed by a name. “Damon,” Jessie yelled. Then he remembered warm brown eyes that turned wild and yellow. They had a bond. The three of them were mates. He felt for it, but nothing. “Michael,” he screamed, and waited, but no one came. He was alone in the darkness.
Branches broke as footsteps approached. He hunched down, trying to hide, but he felt them and knew that if he saw them, they’d be dressed in black. His body shook. The footsteps never wavered as the men approached. No matter where he went, he couldn’t hide. It was like they held a compass that pointed at him.
If he couldn’t hide, then he’d run. His feet carried him upwards. At the top of the mountain, he would be safe at home. Jessie ran. He reached for Michael and Damon through their mating bond, but still no one heard him. The bond didn’t work. It didn’t make sense. They promised to always be with him. Unless….no. He shook his head. They were okay. They had to be okay.
The path became clear as he darted to the top. A red light peeked through the trees. The dread increased as he felt the heat. He pushed through bushes and branches that scratched his face and ripped his shirt. Then his stomach sank. His home was on fire. “Michael! Damon!” he yelled as he raced toward the flames.
A hand grabbed his arm. Jessie turned and looked into cold, black eyes. “You can’t hide, and those that protect you will die.”
He stared at the man. Four others pushed through the bushes all dressed in black. They walked to the sides, cutting off his escape route. Didn’t they know that his home was burning? Michael and Damon were gone. The last thing he wanted was to leave. He glared at them for not understanding his pain. The fire sizzled behind him and he tried to pull free. He needed to get inside. The man tightened his grip.
“Who are you?” Jessie asked.
“Just someone showing you the future. If you want to save them, then come to me. If you don’t, then I’ll come to you.” He gestured behind Jessie. “And this will be the outcome. I’ll be waiting for you.”
He shook his head. This was a dream. He felt it. Everything around him was fake. Then it hit him. This wasn’t his dream.
“I’m in control.”
“How?” It didn’t make sense. This was Jessie’s dream.
“Because I’m stronger than you.” The man leaned closer. His breath smelled like garlic and onions. He tried to pull free. “Come to me or this will be your reality.”
Jessie stared at him. He couldn’t leave Michael and Damon. The mountains were safe. His mates promised him.
“Your dreams come true.”
Jessie blinked. This man knew his thoughts and fears. The images started to fade.
“Remember, we can find you. How many people need to die trying to protect you?” The man laughed.
Jessie took a step back and fell through the ground into blackness.
He sat up, trying to catch his breath. Sun shone through the window. He clutched the blanket to his chest and took a few deep breaths. After confirming the room was empty, he moved to the edge of the bed. His rear ached as it slid against the mattress. Images of last night filled him, pushing away the nightmare.
He looked out the window at the glistening lake. The sun was high in the sky and the day beautiful. With hesitation and dread, he reached out for Michael and Damon. A part of him was afraid that he’d get no response, but he had to try. He sighed. Both men reached back. Michael was in the kitchen and Damon sat at the computer. His fear startled both of them. They headed toward the bedroom. He pushed the fear deep inside and threw a heavy blanket over it, but it was too late.
“Are you all right?” Michael asked. He looked around the room for danger.
Jessie nodded.
“Fear. We felt fear.” Damon’s eyes studied him as Michael sniffed and searched the corners of the room. He opened the closet to make sure nothing had invaded their home.
“I woke up alone and thought last night was a dream.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but he didn’t want to alarm these two. If the dream meant more, it was his problem to deal with.
He could tell from their facial expressions that neither of them believed him.
Jessie smiled, trying to make the gesture look innocent.
The two exchanged a look.
Michael reached down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Then Damon bent over and kissed his forehead.
“Whatever startled you, it’s over. We’re here with you and you’re safe.”
Jessie nodded at Damon’s reassurances.
“Get dressed. I’m making lunch.”
Jessie nodded, not caring if Michael couldn’t cook and the meal might be worse than the one before. His stomach growled, reminding him that they skipped dinner for a night of sex. Both men left to get ready for lunch, giving him some time and privacy. After the door closed, he threw the blanket from his body. One of his mates left a pile of clothes to dress in.
He reached for his shirt, but stopped when he saw his body in the mirror. Bite marks littered his skin, but the little bruises didn’t compare to the dark marks marring each side of his neck. He touched each one and remembered what the marks meant. They were proof that he belonged to Michael and Damon. The evidence of last night’s activities stirred his cock to life. Now that his lust and need had awakened, he wanted more.
Instead of dressing, he walked naked down the hall. This time he didn’t try to hide the slightly stiff cock. They would both know what he wanted.
Damon saw him first. Jessie smiled innocently as the other man groaned.
Michael looked up. Hunger burned in his eyes. He shut off the stove and mov
ed closer.
“You’re going to get cold,” Michael warned.
“Then warm me up.”
Damon started to undress and Michael arched an eyebrow up.
“Feel it, Michael. He needs us and wants us.”
“I’m…” The way Damon said it made it seem like he only wanted a good fucking. The sex he longed for would chase away the memory of the nightmare. They needed to remind him that he was alive and by their side.
Damon’s finger pressed into his lips. “Newly mated couples have a lot of sex.” The half-blood demon pulled lube from his pocket as fingers started to stretch him. He hissed at the intrusion into his sensitive backside. Michael spread the lube on his fingers and moved behind Damon, inserting them inside of the demon.
“Last night, you never entered Damon.”
Jessie hissed and nodded in agreement. His cock twitched.
“I’ll get him ready for you.”
Damon’s hands continued to work magic as Michael spread his half-blood mate. He clenched down on those probing digits and looked at Michael.
“I want both of you.”
Damon pulled away and bent over the table. The sight of the other man spread and waiting for him left him frozen.
Michael prepared his cock, coating it with a layer of lube, and then helped him forward. He lined him up with Damon’s waiting entrance and slowly guided Jessie forward. The heat and pressure wrapped around his cock, but. He was in heaven. Michael stood behind him. His fingers pushed roughly into his ass.
“Damon did a good job getting you ready for me,” Michael said.
Jessie nodded, but continued to thrust forward.
Michael grabbed his hips and used his fingers to pull apart his ass. A moist cock pushed past the ring of muscles, sliding into him. Michael didn’t stop until he was fully seating inside of him.
Michael set the rhythm. He slid into Damon while the shifter plowed into him. One thing was for sure. Neither of them had exaggerated about Michael liking it rough. The other man thoroughly claimed him as he did the same to Damon.