Chapter 20 #3
I whisper a slightly altered version of the spell and then reach down between us to slide my fingers between Loch’s legs.
He’s already wet and soft from Roman’s tongue, and so fucking eager for me as I ease my fingers inside of him.
He grips my hips from behind, parting my ass cheeks again while Roman’s fingers continue to slide in and out, his knuckles tugging at my rim, his fingertips teasing my prostate.
“Fuck, I need it. Please,” Loch cries again, and I nod.
I don’t want to wait anymore either. I need them. I ease my fingers out of his hole and Roman does the same to me, making me gasp and clench from the sudden emptiness. Loch doesn’t leave me waiting for long though before his crown nudges my tender, ready hole.
“Let me feel,” Roman growls, running his fingertips along my rim as Loch slowly thrusts inside, stretching my hole, filling me up just the way I need.
“You’re so good for me, Jare, you feel amazing. I love you so much, I never want to lose you again. Promise me. Promise I’ll never lose you.”
“I promise,” I gasp, even though part of me knows that there are still a hundred things that could go wrong and tear us apart.
We don’t need to think about any of that right now.
“I love you.” I groan, clenching around his cock and digging my fingers into Roman’s chest as Loch bottoms out inside me.
Roman’s hands cover Loch’s on my hips, and he stares into my eyes with the same look of awe and devotion I saw earlier, like he can’t believe that we’re really his any more than I can.
“Are you ready for my cock, mate? Do you still want me to fill you?”
“Yes,” Loch whines. “Hurry. I need it so bad.”
“Anything for my mates,” Roman murmurs, kissing me gently before lining himself up with Loch’s hole and slowly sinking inside.
I feel Loch’s cock get harder as Roman fills him, feel him throb with pleasure, and I feel every tremble and gasp that racks his body as he adjusts to the fullness and the stretch.
“Holy fuck, holy fuck, it’s so fucking good. Both of you… I can’t… Fuuuuuck.”
Roman’s eyelids flutter and his head lolls back on a look of pleasure that stokes the heat in my gut, and I can’t hold back anymore, I lift up on Loch’s cock then slide back down, finding a steady rhythm with my cock slapping against my belly and his tip hitting my prostate on every thrust. Roman digs his claws into Loch’s thighs and starts to fuck him too, jolting his body underneath me with hard thrusts that make our vampire whine our names over and over.
The room fills with the sounds of our moans and slapping skin, and I have the passing thought that I hope these apartments are soundproofed somehow.
Not that it matters—everyone will smell it on us anyway.
For some reason, it drives me even more wild knowing that everyone knows they’re mine. I understand Roman’s possessive growl from earlier now. I get why he wants us to walk around covered in his cum and his scent, so the whole world knows who we belong to.
My orgasm blindsides me, rushing over me without warning, my balls clenching so hard I see spots and my cock throbbing untouched, spilling my cum onto my skin and Roman’s and down onto Loch’s thighs.
They both groan, murmuring encouragement and praise as I ride out endless waves of pleasure with magic sparking on my skin and my hole pulsing around Lochlan’s cock over and over until they both follow me over the edge.
Roman’s thrusts get shallower until he’s grinding inside of Loch, groaning wildly, and Loch starts to pulse, matching the clench and flutter of my orgasm with his own, spilling deep inside me.
Roman and I fall into a sloppy, mindless kiss until I’m boneless and spent and my hole is too sensitive to take the stretch for another second.
I climb off of Loch and feel the wet rush of his orgasm spill down my thighs.
As soon as I’m off of him, Roman wraps his arms around our vampire, his cock still buried deep inside of him—knotted, maybe?
Probably. Fuck, I wonder how that feels.
By the look of dazed bliss on Loch’s face, I’m guessing it’s incredible.
Roman awkwardly crawls onto the bed, pushing Loch back up to where he’ll be comfortable, and then collapses on top of him, but not before pulling me under his arm so the three of us can cuddle close.
“Fuck.” Loch sounds wrecked. “How long will that last?”
“Sorry,” Roman mumbles. “Do you not like it?”
Loch lets out a weak laugh. “No, I fucking love it. I might come again.”
Roman growls with pleasure and grinds into him until Loch lets out another cry. I kiss him as he quakes and gasps, tasting his pleasure and the lingering flavor of our mixed blood on his tongue.
“Having a werewolf mate is fucking awesome,” he wheezes while Roman grins and gently nibbles on his throat.
“Not a werewolf, love. Werewolves are human fiction.”
“Whatever,” he says weakly, and I laugh, nuzzling my nose against his before turning my head so I can kiss Roman too.
There really are still a million things that could go wrong, that could tear us apart or destroy us, but I’m going to fight for this with everything I have.