Chapter Two
Rafe leapt to his feet, even as Finley, and Torin laughed.
Damon let out an amused sound, too, but Jonah didn’t have a chance to focus on it, because Rafe rounded the table and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
He licked his way into Jonah’s mouth, utterly taking charge, and Jonah melted against him, hands tangling in Rafe’s shirt.
None of them were as big as Damon, but Rafe seemed to be made up of just as much muscle, his abs hard even through his shirt. Jonah whined and pushed closer, gasping into Rafe’s mouth when Rafe grabbed his arse, grinding their hips together.
“Let him breathe, dragon,” Damon grunted. His voice came from somewhere else, and when Rafe pulled back, he saw that Damon had moved and was sitting on the sofa next to Finley. Torin was still on the arm, leaning against Finley’s shoulder.
Rafe growled something – Jonah didn’t know if he’d spoken or not – and then he was kissing down Jonah’s throat, leaving a stinging bite every so often that made Jonah gasp.
“We… Aren’t we—”
“Going somewhere?” Rafe asked. His voice was a deep rumble and when he lifted his head, Jonah saw his eyes were rimmed with gold.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
Rafe smiled. He curled a hand around the nape of Jonah’s neck and kissed him again, sucking on Jonah’s tongue until he moaned. Rafe rocked their hips together and Jonah couldn’t fight the pleasure sparking up his spine or the way his cock was stiffening in his underwear.
“We’re not going anywhere,” Rafe growled in Jonah’s ear. He unfastened Jonah’s jeans with one hand, the other still on Jonah’s nape. “They’re going to watch you cum.”
Jonah’s cheeks heated. “I—”
“Don’t you want them to see you?” Rafe asked. He bit at Jonah’s jaw and Jonah tipped his head back helplessly. “Don’t you want them to see what a gorgeous thing you are when you cum?”
Oh fuck. Jonah didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but this had not been it. Hadn’t Finley said something about dragons being possessive?
“You – You want them to watch?”
“Yes,” Rafe said, the word devolving into a hiss before he licked the shell of Jonah’s ear. His tongue seemed longer now, but Jonah didn’t try to look. “I want them to see what a treasure you are. What a beauty. And all mine.”
Jonah’s cock twitched again, pre-cum flooding his underwear. He felt like he was going to spontaneously combust, and Rafe had barely touched him. Rafe’s nostrils flared and his grin widened.
“Which part of that do you like most?” he asked. “All these monsters watching you, wanting you, or knowing I’m the only one who’ll be touching you?”
Jonah looked around helplessly. Ez had drifted over and was standing behind the sofa, his fingers curled around the back of it. All four of them were watching intently, though Jonah realised only Finley had his legs spread wide, the bulge at his crotch prominent.
“Both?” Jonah said. He knew he sounded unsure. He couldn’t help it. Whatever he’d thought was going to happen today… This didn’t even come close.
“Good boy,” Rafe purred. “Such a good boy.”
He plunged one hand down into Jonah’s jeans, taking his cock in a sure grip. Jonah gasped and Rafe swallowed the sound, fucking Jonah’s mouth with his tongue as he stroked him hard.
Finley grunted, and a groan echoed up Jonah’s throat, Rafe answering with one of his own. He tore his mouth away to rest their foreheads together.
“Such a pretty human,” he crooned. “Such a treasure.”
“Rafe…” Jonah whined helplessly. His head was spinning. He wanted to cum, and his hips jerked up into Rafe’s almost rough grip, because he was so close now, so close—
All at once, Rafe spun them, so that he had his chest to Jonah’s back and Jonah was directly facing the sofa and the four men watching him. Jonah let out a squeak of terror and even as he lifted one hand to cover his face, he didn’t miss the way his cock jerked in Rafe’s hand.
“Oh, no,” Rafe said. He grabbed Jonah’s wrist, pulling his hand away. Once it was at Jonah’s side, he tugged Jonah’s jeans and underwear down, exposing his hard, red cock.
Jonah’s skin burned with embarrassment, but he didn’t try to get away. Pleasure twisted in his stomach, too, from the way they were all watching him, from the way their eyes dropped to his cock, then up to his face again when Rafe flicked his thumb over the head and Jonah moaned.
“You’ve given me a precious jewel, Ez,” Rafe murmured. He pushed his other hand up under Jonah’s shirt and scratched over his nipple. Jonah whined, arching into the touch.
“One for you to take care of,” Ez replied. His eyes were so dark they were almost black, and that just made Jonah harder. Would Ez ever fuck him, too? Maybe once he was under the new contract – or maybe before he signed the new one but was out of the old.
Rafe nipped at Jonah’s throat. “What are you thinking about, treasure?” he murmured. He stroked Jonah from root to tip, pre-cum easing his way. “Do you want them all to fuck you?”
Jonah whined but didn’t answer. He couldn’t.
Rafe chuckled anyway. “Not today, I’m afraid,” he said. He started stroking Jonah faster. “You’re all mine. And you’ve been such a good boy for the others, so pretty and desperate and responsive for them… Good boys get rewards.”
“Oh, fuck,” Jonah muttered. His hips punched up into Rafe’s grip. He was so close…
“That’s it,” Rafe encouraged. “I’m going to give you everything you need, pretty boy. I might even give you what you want if you keep being good for me.”
Jonah whined. His balls drew up and he could feel his thighs trembling. Rafe licked a stripe up the side of his neck. “That’s it,” he growled. “Show them what a good boy you are and cum for me.”
Fuck! Jonah came hard, pleasure shuddering through him as cum striped from his cock and over the floor and the table in front of them. Ribbons of cum landed on the case and both the toys still inside.
Jonah sagged back against Rafe, who stroked his cock until he whined, and his hips twitched away. Torin had climbed into Finley’s lap and was rocking back against him. Damon rubbed the bulge in his own trousers. Ez hadn’t moved, but he was holding himself preternaturally still.
Rafe laughed again. He kissed Jonah’s temple and rubbed a hand over his belly.
“Reward him, boys,” he growled. “Tell him what a pretty thing he is.”
“Gorgeous,” Damon said, eyes intent.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Finley growled.
Torin was still rocking against Finley. “Can’t wait to get my hands on him,” he said. His voice was light, musical, and something about it had Jonah’s cock twitching again.
Rafe nipped his throat. He rested his chin on Jonah’s shoulder. “Ez?”
“Such a beautiful boy,” Ez said, and when they made eye contact, the tension shot straight to Jonah’s dick. He swallowed a moan. “Take care of him, Rafe.”
Rafe growled. It was a threat, clearly, but Jonah stayed relaxed against him, knowing just how safe he was. “I always take care of my treasures,” he said. He kissed down Jonah’s throat again, then stood up straight, one arm still looped around Jonah’s waist.
“Join us in half an hour,” he said, and then swept out of the room, dragging Jonah along with him.