Chapter 28 #2
“Where do you want my mark?” I ask, nipping gently at the tendon connecting his neck and his shoulder, shivering happily at the scent of my precum mixing with his sweat too, slicking the bouncy curve of his ass cheek.
“Right there,” he says.
“Me too,” Loch agrees. “We can match.”
He grins, his lips puffy and damp from all the kissing, and I reach over Jareth’s shoulder and hook my hand behind Loch’s neck to drag him in for another kiss too, moaning at the taste of all three of us on his lips and tongue, the taste of love and home and happiness, the taste of pack.
I suck Loch’s tongue while I run my fingers slowly down Jareth’s spine until I reach the crease of his ass.
I find his hole, still dry and tight, twitching eagerly as soon as my fingertips brush over his rim.
I smile again against Loch’s lips before I break the kiss.
“Good, I was hoping you hadn’t magicked up any lube yet. I need to taste you.” I growl and nip again at the spot where I plan to mark him once my knot is swollen inside his hot, tight ass. “Get on all fours for me, baby.”
He scrambles to comply, pushing Loch onto his back and crawling on top of him with his ass up in the air—the perfect offering.
My cock throbs and a needy sound rumbles through me, almost more wolf than human.
The two of them fall into another sloppy, wet kiss and I spread Jareth’s ass cheeks with both hands to expose his pretty little hole to the warm breeze and the moonlight.
He moans around Loch’s tongue and cants his hips.
I lean in and press my nose right up against his balls first, the perfection of his concentrated scent there enough to make my balls tighten and the base of my cock start to tingle where my knot will start to swell soon.
I suck his sac into my mouth and he gasps and whines, his balls twitching and tightening under my tongue as he pants and rocks back against my face.
I can hear Loch whispering encouragement to him, but I don’t bother listening to what he actually says.
I’m past words, past complex thoughts. I’m nothing but touch and taste and instinct right now.
I release Jareth’s sac and he moans again as I lick my way up his crease right to his hole.
The musky, concentrated taste and scent drive me even more wild, and I growl and murmur wordlessly as I spread his cheeks and lick eagerly into his hole, lapping at it like it’s my last fucking meal, devouring him.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Jareth gasps. “That’s… Oh god, that’s…” He keens and tries to lift his hips higher, his body language begging me to lick him deeper, to fuck him with my tongue until he’s loose and ready to take my cock, and that’s exactly what I do.
Saliva drips down my chin as I feast on his hole, tongue fucking him until he’s soft enough for me to slide two fingers inside.
He wails again at the fresh stretch, the tug of my knuckles against his rim as I work them in and out, the drag of my fingertips over his swollen prostate gland.
I can smell the way his arousal gets sharper and more desperate, hear the hitch in his breathing, the thunder of his heartbeat.
Loch doesn’t have all those tells, but I can still smell his pleasure.
I can feel the warm, aching tug at our bond, telling me how pleased he is to have our mate kissing him wildly while I make him moan and writhe.
“I think he’s ready, Wolfie,” Loch says.
I pull back just enough to see Jare nod in agreement, another whimper slipping past his lips. I keep my fingers moving in and out of his hole as I kiss my way up the curve of his spine until my body is draped over his and my lips are brushing the shell of his ear.
“Is that right, baby? Are you ready to take my big, thick cock? Are you ready to be knotted and marked and made mine for the rest of our long, long lives?” I growl.
“Yes,” Jareth sobs.
“Okay, beautiful, but I need you to do me a favor.” I nuzzle his earlobe, and he immediately murmurs words I’m starting to recognize, his tattoos glowing brightly in the moonlight with the flare of magic.
I chuckle as the thrust of my fingers moving in and out of his hole gets easier and slicker.
“That,” I say with another chuckle. “And I need you to make sure our mate will be nice and ready for my knot too when it’s his turn. Can you do that for me?”
They both moan and Jareth nods again. Loch scrambles out from underneath him and positions himself with his legs spread and his ass in the air, shameless and eager for our mage’s tongue to loosen him up and get him ready for me.
I slip my fingers out of Jareth’s hole and wrap them around my base, giving myself a tight squeeze before notching my tip right against his soft, slick entrance.
“I love you,” I whisper. “Both of you.” I ease forward and grunt at the hot, tight pressure around my cock.
“Forever,” I growl, rocking forward an inch, feeling the gasp Jareth lets out vibrating through every muscle in his body.
“And ever.” I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck where I’ve made sure he carries my scent since the day I met him, even before I knew I would ever be able to make him mine.
“Love you,” he moans, relaxing enough to let me slide in another inch.
“Love you both so much,” Loch says, his voice slightly muffled by his position as he waits patiently for Jare to get his wits about him enough to give him the attention he was promised.
I rock shallowly in and out of Jareth’s hole, just the few inches he’s ready for, peppering kisses along his neck and shoulder.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” he groans.
“I’m not even all the way in yet, baby.”
He groans again.
“It’s okay if you can’t take it all,” I assure him. “I can still mark you and claim you.”
“I can take it.”
“Are you sure?” I rock in another inch and he clenches around me. The tight grip of his muscles and the heat of his hole, even if it’s only around half of my cock, makes my toes curl and my balls ache.
“Yeah, just do it, give me the rest all at once,” he pants, finally paying attention to Loch again, running one hand over the back of his thigh and kissing his ass cheeks as he works his way towards Loch’s crease.
Our vampire sighs happily, and I take Jareth at his word, sinking the rest of the way inside in one long thrust.
His head lolls back and he constricts around me again, squeezing my cock so tight I see stars, and not just the blanket of them overhead.
“Fuck,” I groan.
His scent is edged with pain now, so I keep kissing the patches of skin I can reach and I hold myself as still as possible to give him time to adjust, murmuring words of love and encouragement until the sour pain smell starts to fade, overwhelmed by the warm, spicy scent of arousal and need.
Jareth gives an experimental twitch of his hips, and the warm scent spikes, washing everything else away, making both Loch and me moan with the intoxication of it.
“You’re so good for us, baby. You’re taking his cock so well,” Loch murmurs. “Get me ready for it too? Lick me the way I like.”
Jareth makes a choked sound and grabs Loch’s hips, pulling him closer and pressing his face between his ass cheeks.
The wet sound of Jareth’s tongue on Loch’s hole would be hot enough on its own, even if I weren’t buried balls deep in one of the tightest, sweetest hole I’ve ever had, with the scent of my mates and our mixed love and arousal filling my nose.
I start to fuck Jare slowly, my balls bouncing against his with every thrust, my face pressed into the crook of his neck.
His hole relaxes a little more, making each thrust easier.
I suck and lick and nibble on his neck, falling into a rhythm that makes us both moan, our skin slapping in the quiet night, Loch’s murmured groans and gasps and the sloppy sound of Jareth’s licking making the soundtrack complete.
I keep one arm wrapped around Jare’s middle and reach out to slip the fingers of my other hand into the wet, hot space where his tongue meets Loch’s puckered entrance.
I catch some of the droplets of his saliva that are running down to Loch’s taint and push them back up, using my thumb to press them inside his hole right alongside our mage’s tongue.
I fuck him faster and he licks Loch deeper, our grunts and groans getting louder and more desperate.
My knot starts to swell at the base of my cock, catching on Jareth’s rim with every thrust, forcing him open wider and wider each time I push it inside again.
His body quivers underneath me and his licking gets sloppier until he’s moaning and sobbing against Loch’s hole more than actually eating it.
There isn’t an ounce of pain in his scent anymore though.
My knot is a lot, maybe right on the edge of too much for him, but he wants it. He needs it.
The sounds falling from my mouth are barely human anymore. I nip harder at the tendon on Jareth’s neck, feeling my teeth slowly sharpen and lengthen.
“Are you ready, baby?” I pant. “Ready for my mark?”
“Yes,” he gasps. “Yes, yes, yes. Mark me, Rome. Make me your mate. I’ve waited so fucking long for this. Please.”
I slam my hips against him again and my knot swells even bigger, too big to pull out.
All I can do is rock shallowly now, locked in the blissful heat of his hole, feeling the flutter and clench of his impending orgasm.
I sink my teeth into his flesh, careful not to tear, and he throws his head back again and cries out.
“Oh fuck. I’m gonna… I’m….” He wails, and the earthy, mouthwatering scent of his cum fills my nose as his body quakes and trembles against me, his inner muscles pulsing with his orgasm as the taste of his blood fills my mouth.