Albus licked his lips, and then watching as Lance did the same. Now his own manhood was stretching in his pants, and he nodded eagerly. "Yes. Let's go inside. And hurry."
And hurry they did, all three of them racing up the stairs because the elevator would be too slow. His heart pounding and his excitement growing by the second, Albus fished around in his pocket for the key as they ran so that they wouldn't have to wait any longer than necessary to get started. He really couldn't wait much longer before he was in danger of bursting apart in his pants, anyway.
Actually, Matias was starting to feel a little bit of remorse about this situation. These two guys were obviously desperate for something to spice up their sex life if they were meeting strangers to hook up with –and then not even being able to recognize the stranger when the time came for it.
He was committed to it now, knowing that as he raced up those steps that it was basically the point of no return. And then the tall one called Albus slid the key card through the door slot, and it popped open with a soft thunk.
All three men filtered into the room, which was rather large and grand and seemed more like an entire cabin, although it still had a hotel's clumsy layout and inexpensive, unoffensive furniture and decoration. Nothing worth stealing, and he was amused with himself for even considering the possibility. What, was he going to take the lamp while someone fucked his ass? Not very likely.
"This is very nice," he said, trying to stick to the neutral responses that anyone might give.
"Just like in the pictures we sent you," Lance growled, his voice very deep and low.
Shit.
"Well, it's different to see it in person," he said, backpedaling.
"We didn't send you any pictures."
"Lance," Albus admonished. "That's enough."
To his credit, the big guy did look thoroughly regretful of his actions –but only because they had made the other man angry at him because his glare in Matias's direction didn't fade at all.
"We're all nervous, so let's not play games like that. Now, how do you want to get started?"
Not sure, Matias thought. I've never done something like this before.
He caught himself just before the words came out, though. Saying something like that would be a dead giveaway if he was wrong, and he was built for stealth; no way would he stand a chance against these men if they decided to become angry and turn on him. Fangs and claws were all well and good in defense but offense? Not a chance.
"It's whatever you two want to do," he said pleasantly. "I'm sure you have a dynamic that you want to work with."
"Let's take turns," Lance said roughly. His voice was still low and dangerous, but not as suspicious as it had been. The rough edge was sexy and sultry, and Matias felt his dick start to twitch and respond in his pants. Something seemed to rearrange itself in his mind, a primal instinct being awoken, and this was no longer just about the money, or salvaging his day, or cheating these guys out of the experienced person they'd probably been expecting to find. No, this was much different now.
There were two smoking-hot men looking at him with fire in their eyes and hard dicks in their pants, and now he actually, really wanted to fuck them. That was all there was to it. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex, and he wanted it badly.
"Okay," he said. "Yeah. We'll take turns."
And it was like something inside him continued to change. He recognized it now for what it was: instinct. The shifter in him was taking over, influencing his thoughts and telling his body what needed to be done. No doubt these guys were looking for an omega like him, who was small and meant to be a receptacle for the desires of others. He wanted, no, needed, to give in and let them do what they would. His body was ready, his muscles relaxing even though he should have been tense and nervous. He could feel his rear opening relaxing as well, and his eyes were going hazy.
"Who goes first?"
"That would be me," Albus said, and he started to pull at his expensive clothes and undo the first of what must have been a dozen buttons. Matias watched with bated breath as the removal of a shirt revealed excruciatingly fine, chiseled abs and a long physique which seemed to go on for miles. His shoulders were slim, and his hair caressed the nape of his neck in such a pretty, sexy way that he found he wanted to reach out and stroke it.
He restrained himself, though. That would have been a little too forward of him and he didn't exactly know the protocol here, especially with this guy's partner –husband? Mate?- standing right there nearby. What if that was like touching the goods, and he wasn't supposed to do that, or something?
In any case, he was quickly distracted from his thought by the fact that Albus was working on his slacks and underwear, pulling them down off his hips and then struggling to work them over a sizable bulge. And then, as the bulge was free, and it was more than just sizable. The length of it sprang upwards, pale and glowing in the dim light of the hotel room. The tip was swollen, nearly as red as Matias's scarlet rosettes; the light caught in oozing droplets of precum on the very crest of it, slowly leaking down the smooth, soft skin covering the hard shaft.
"Oh, fuck yes," Matias breathed.
Albus seemed to glow at the praise. "And then, I believe, it is your turn?"
I wonder why we're bothering with all this. This fanfare. Is this how this stuff always works?
His questions didn't matter, though, because, by the time they were fully formed, he was completely naked and ready. His own cock was hard and swollen, and he quickly started to get on the bed and in position.
From behind him came a growl, and he thought for a moment that he had done something to upset Lance again. However, this was a deeper and more feral sound than even the big man could have produced. Looking back, his jaw dropped.
An enormous leopard, golden and perfect, with shadow-dark splotches covering its body from head to toe, was standing there on the hotel room floor. Its paws were huge, claws unleashed and fangs bared in a snarl.
For a moment, alarm shot through his body and he was preparing to fight back when he saw the other signs: flaring nostrils, lashing tail.
These people wanted to mate as animals! Wasn't that forbidden?
Matias had no idea. It had been so long since he actually paid attention to the ways his people governed themselves. And now that he knew what they were doing, he fully lost control of himself.
The leopard in him burst forward, and he dropped down to his paws on the floor. Digging his claws into the carpet, he pivoted around himself and swung his tail up to expose his rear.
In an instant, Albus mounted him.
His cock was long and spiny, raking along his tender inner walls. A shrill, wailing cry ripped from his maw, and he tossed his head, bracing with his front legs while spreading his back ones out wider. Every inch of him fought to tense against the intrusion but he sank back beneath the leopard and his muscles relaxed down again immediately.
The cock buried in his ass continued to slide deeper and deeper, hitting him all the way inside. Yet, as he relaxed, the pain and discomfort began to melt into a unique flavor of pleasure. His own feline penis was throbbing, jutting forward between his legs and tangling in his long underbelly fur.
He felt Albus brace, and then grab his shoulders with his claws, sinks his fangs into the scruff of fur at the nape of his neck; a roar in his throat, he began to thrust rapidly in and out.
And now Matias was roaring, bucking back against the shifter on top of him. His eyes were half-closed, eyelids flickering with pure pleasure as the two of them locked together in a glorious sex act that seemed to last forever. Thrusting and bucking, rocking back and forth together, their snarls mingled in the air.
Through it all, in the back of his mind, Matias was distinctly aware of Lance watching them fuck.
And then he was aware of nothing at all as the spiny cock raking in and out of his opening suddenly twitching, hitting him from a new angle. Hot cum shot inside his ass, filling him with burning fluid. His w
hole body jumped and shook with the power of it, and then Albus slid backward out of him and he was left empty, panting, dripping.
His thoughts were a haze. He could only stand there, shaking and gripping the carpet with thick, punishing claws.
There was an enormous ripping sound, and then a new leopard crept into view from the side. Instinctively, Matias lowered his head and began to back away, but there was a solid body pressing against his that prevented escape.
Lance looked like an ordinary leopard, nothing extraordinary about him. He was not golden or strawberry, but instead the normal brownish shade with an ordinary arrangement of rosettes.
The difference was in the size.
If Matias had thought he was small, he was minuscule before this titan. And if he had thought that Albus was big, then Lance was a giant. He couldn't even imagine what this shifter looked like shirtless because as a leopard it was clear how bulky he was, with an immense tail and muscles that bulged from beneath short fur.
Sliding past, Lance brushed his whiskers over the side of Matias's face and then flicked his ear with his thick tail tip. Gestures of friendliness or simple protocol, Matias didn't know.
He did know that as the immense, muscular leopard was passing, he was treated to a glimpse of its huge dick, dangling down almost to the carpet.
How will I ever get that inside me? he wondered, but he was drunk on sex and knew he wasn't going anywhere.
Lance reared up onto his hind legs and prepared to mount, but in the split second before, Matias felt a new sensation. It was a small, warm, soft hand wrapped around his own shaft.
It was so incredibly good, so relaxing, that his legs very nearly went weak. Every part of him slumped down, and his opening relaxed wide enough for Lance to take his chance.
His fangs clamped down on the back of Matias's neck, breaking the skin. His claws dug in, and his tail lashed against the back of their legs as he started to shove his impossibly wide girth inside the smaller man's ass.
He had felt some stretching with Albus, but this was something else entirely!
And yet, it felt somehow twice as good. Lance's cock wasn't as spicy, and his ass must have adjusted while Albus was fucking him. There was no pain this time, no displeasure, only the distinct sensation of being filled and stretched, his sensitive ass walls buzzing with heat and excitement. Jolts were shooting backward from the tip of his cock, gathering deep in his loins; Matias felt his eyes roll back in his head, and then he very nearly lost consciousness as Lance started to fuck him. There was nothing he could do this time but brace and try to hold himself upright, as the thrusts inside him were stronger and stronger each time, threatening to knock him over.
And through it all, Albus's small hand was working his cock up and down, gently squeezing and releasing.
Very quickly, it was all too much.
Throwing back his head, the strawberry leopard opened his jaws and screamed, roaring out his orgasm as it quaked through his body.
And still, Lance was pounding his ass, pounding away for five more minutes after that until he too shot his cum inside Matias.
It was too much for him, then. He didn't have the strength to hold onto his shifter form any longer, and he could feel his body starting to shrink back to human.
Albus caught him as he fell forward, and then guided him over to sit down on the bed. "Well," he said, "I think that was quite the experience for everyone involved."
Matias was so exhausted that he had to struggle to even try to decipher what the pompous man was saying. Was that thanks, or was it simply him being polite?
And then Lance was standing up and wandering around the hotel room in brooding silence, gathering up discarded clothing and separating it out. Once more, Matias was struck by the thought that he should recognize both of these men but he just couldn't tell, and especially not now when he could hardly see.
Does sleep follow an orgy? he thought groggily. I hope so.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
"Thank you very much, Alexander, we'll be in touch."
Matias dressed and bid them farewell, staggering out into the hallway. Alexander, huh? Well, all three of those people were going to be confused and disappointed when they figured out there had been a mixup of some sort. It sounded as though they planned to have some sort of thing going with that Alexander guy, but he wasn't going to have anything to do with that. Once and done. Well, twice and done.
Which made him realize he'd left without any money.
He was about to curse himself for being so stupid –the sex had definitely been worth the time but he'd gone in this for the money, dammit- when he realized there was a new chunk of something in his pocket. A single finger slid down to it revealed a number of thin, fibrous edges all bundled up together. He didn't exactly want to stop and examine the bills right now but this was an encouraging start.
A good day after all, then.
A few weeks –perhaps a day- after they had sex with their surrogate, Lance was in his room browsing through his email. Technically, it was his office but he often slept here when not in bed with Albus. That was simply his way, and one of many things his mate had become accustomed to throughout their months together.
The other thing was that he was not just a bodyguard for the Cassius family, but a hitman in general. He had been that way all through college until his other life began to enter into his football career and he was forced to leave it to focus on what came more naturally to a predator such as himself: killing.
Not senseless killing, of course. It was just that there were certain threats which needed eliminating, whether public or private. Although, he would also consider taking on personal jobs to satisfy someone's vendetta for the right price. There hadn't been an occasion for one of those in quite awhile, and he was itching to get back out there; business was slow lately, though, so he had to be content staying home and doting on Albus.
Fine with me, he thought, clicking to delete yet another piece of unimportant junk mail that had somehow found its way into his inbox. That's what I live for, anyway.
Not at first. At first, he'd been extremely annoyed by the feminine mannerisms of the other man, who was supposed to be strict enough to take over the family business, he was always thinking the wrong things and saying gross, emotional phrases that he somehow believed when speaking them.
Still, it was only a matter of time until he realized that this behavior was the result of the animal inside him recognizing it had found its mate, and was waiting for him to recognize that as well. Once he gave in, he found he was much happier than he ever had been, although now his leopard wanted a cub.
Hopefully, that would be remedied soon.
Finishing with his email, Lance sat back in his chair. It groaned beneath his weight but he didn't mind, as he had broken seven others before this one in just this year. Folding his arms and resting his hands on the back of his head, he found himself hoping for a little female. A precious daughter to tote around in his arms so she could touch the ceiling and feel tall, to learn strength from him and kindness from her other father.
But, such dreams were still a world away. It was just now that he had finally been convinced to go this surrogate route, and he was still only slowly adjusting to the idea that he had slept with someone else besides his husband. If it turned out well, though, he knew he had better start learning how to adjust faster. His daughter wasn't going to wait for him to figure out that he was a parent, after all.
"Hey, Lance?"
He looked up to find Albus poking his head around the door, one delicate hand curling into sight. His hair was in messy disarray, and he wore his nightclothes; they were not of the sexy kind but Lance knew how soft they were and began to think that he might have to join his husband for a cuddle tonight.
"Come in," he said and watched as his mate did just that. His every movement was poetic grace. "Did you want something?"
He watched as a shadow crossed over his mate's face. The mere not
ion that his favorite person in the entire world should look bothered by anything at all was enough to get his blood boiling. Anger was his go-to emotion, which meant all else faded away by default.
"I just really need to talk to you about something. It's important."
"Come here," Lance said now and held out his powerful arms for his mate. Albus hesitated, and now he was not just angry but actually worried, and that made him even angrier. "You won't cuddle with me? Is it really that bad?"
"It's about that Alexander."
He sat up straight, the alarm bells ringing like crazy. "Our surrogate? What about him? Is something wrong?"
Albus said nothing, but he did turn and shut the door. The gesture of shutting away the outside world resonated with the leopard within Lance, and he locked eyes with his love as he struggled to find words. The problem was so overwhelming he didn't even have any idea where to begin.
"We didn't…We didn't sleep with Alexander."
Lance shook his head. That didn't make any sense. "What do you mean? I quite clearly remember…"
"I know. I was there, too. We slept with someone, and we paid him the surrogacy fee, but it wasn't Alexander."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I just called him to ask how things were going, and he got angry at us for stiffing him!" Albus suddenly shouted, knotting his hands into fists with frustration. "Listen to me on this, okay? Alexander said he went to the wrong museum at first and that by the time he came to the Orilla, we never showed up. And do you know why? Because, at that time, we were screwing another man who had no idea who we were or why we were having sex with him! Alexander is very angry with us, and we look like fools. He doesn't want to do anything with us, which means we lost our chance!"
"Hold on a moment," Lance said, trying to quell his anger that was growing exponentially with Albus's rocketing emotions. "Back up a few steps and think about this rationally, dear. How do we know that Alexander isn't just screwing with us? Taking our money and then running off?"
"Potentially running off with a child?" Albus asked bitterly, incredulously.
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