Chapter Four
Jonah shuffled around on his knees, swallowing when he saw Finley, Damon, and Torin sitting on the squat sofa that faced the bed. He’d hardly noticed it when he’d entered the room, too caught up in Rafe and what they were about to do.
Finley grinned when Jonah met his gaze. He had his cock in his hand already, though he was holding himself still.
Torin was sitting in Damon’s lap this time, head resting against his shoulder as he watched Jonah with half-lidded eyes.
Damon’s gaze was as intense as ever, his hands curled tightly around Torin’s hips.
“See how much they want you?” Rafe murmured. He pressed up against Jonah’s back, breath hot over his ear. “If I told them they could have you, they’d fight for who was first to enter you.”
Jonah let out a whimpering breath. He pushed back against Rafe, who chuckled darkly. “Be a good boy, now. You had me waiting long enough. Misbehave and you’ll be punished.”
The words were heavy and final and shot straight to Jonah’s cock. He gasped and saw Torin’s lips quirk in response.
“I’ll be good,” he murmured.
Rafe kissed the spot beneath his ear. “I know you will.”
He pushed Jonah forward so he was on his hands and knees, arse in the air. Jonah dropped his eyes to the sheets. He couldn’t keep looking at the others as Rafe ran a hand down his spine and squeezed his arse cheeks, spreading them wide.
“How’re you going to open him?” Torin asked, almost conversationally.
Finley groaned, tipping his head back as his hand moved over his cock again. Jonah didn’t know when he’d looked up.
“I suppose I could give him a choice,” Rafe mused. “What do you want, Jonah? My mouth or my fingers?”
Jonah shook. “I don’t… I don’t know.”
“You have to choose.”
Jonah looked helplessly at the others. Damon stared back, and Torin smiled, but Finley made a gesture with his tongue that had Jonah squirming.
“Your mouth.”
Rafe snorted. “You should know better than to let Finley choose for you.”
Jonah turned his head with a frown. “I… Why?”
Rafe simply grinned at him before he lowered his head. He licked a stripe over Jonah’s hole and Jonah let out a shuddering breath, fingers curling in the sheets.
His cock drooled pre-cum as Rafe slowly licked him open, sucking on his rim occasionally in a way that made Jonah whine and push his hips back. Eventually, he pushed his way inside, and when his tongue stroked over Jonah’s prostate, Jonah cried out, looking back again.
“You – That—”
Rafe met his gaze but otherwise didn’t lift his head. Torin laughed lightly.
“Dragons have very… long tongues,” he said. “He could probably just fuck you with that.”
Jonah moaned. Rafe’s tongue wriggled inside him, brushing against his prostate over and over until Jonah knew, without the cock ring, he’d have exploded everywhere already.
“Rafe,” he sobbed, “It’s too much, please…”
Rafe’s tongue slid out of his arse, and he licked over Jonah’s hole a final time before slapping his cheek lightly. Jonah whined.
“Still so desperate,” Rafe murmured. “I thought they’d have fucked it out of you by now.”
Jonah shook his head. His cock was harder than it had ever been, he was certain. He wanted to cum – he needed it.
Rafe slapped his arse again, the sound echoing around the small room. Jonah dropped his face into the sheets, pain flaring for a brief moment before it soothed into another facet of pleasure.
“I told you to be good,” Rafe warned. “You’ll cum when I let you.”
Jonah pulled a face, even though he knew none of them could see it. He turned his head, looking at Rafe out of the corner of his eye. “’Course I will,” he managed. “Can’t cum, anyway.”
Rafe’s hand slid over his arse. “You’re asking for a spanking, boy.”
He was. “I want to cum,” he whined. “Rafe, please, let me touch myself. I need it…”
Rafe’s eyes flashed gold before he spanked Jonah again, this time slapping both sides of his arse twice. A deep moan tore itself from Jonah’s throat, and he rocked back into each touch, groaning again when Rafe grabbed his arse and squeezed hard enough to leave bruises.
When he looked up, Damon had his hand down Torin’s trousers and Finley was sucking a mark into Damon’s neck as he rutted against his thigh. Jonah moaned again.
“They make a pretty picture, don’t they?” Rafe asked. He rubbed slick fingers over Jonah’s hole before he pushed them deep inside. “Imagine what it’ll look like when they’re all taking you apart.”
Jonah could imagine it only too well. It had been his main fantasy for the past three weeks.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” Rafe said. He pressed against Jonah’s prostate over and over until Jonah’s arms shook, cock twitching desperately. “Want us all to take it in turns and fuck the sense out of you.”
“Yes! Yes, I want it, fuck…”
Rafe growled lowly, but Jonah didn’t think it was directed at him.
He kissed Jonah hard and then pulled his fingers out of Jonah’s arse.
Jonah whined at the loss. It was only seconds before the head of Rafe’s cock notched against Jonah’s hole and Jonah cried out in surprise as he started to push inside.
The first ridge stretched Jonah’s hole even further and his arms trembled as he tried to hold himself up. Rafe ran a soothing hand down his spine.
“That’s it, treasure,” he murmured. “Keep breathing. You can take it.”
Jonah nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. Someone on the sofa moaned, and he didn’t know who it was, but his cock twitched anyway. Were they watching him or each other?
“Good boy,” Rafe murmured again. He rocked his hips forward gently, more and more of his cock entering Jonah on each thrust. Jonah couldn’t stop the noises he was making. The ridges along Rafe’s cock pressed against his insides, delicious friction making his toes curl.
“’M so close,” he groaned, trying to push back against Rafe. “Rafe, please, I’m gonna…”
“I’ve got you,” Rafe said. He kissed the nape of Jonah’s neck as he pushed fully inside, hips pressing against Jonah’s arse. Jonah clenched around him, and Rafe groaned, scraping his teeth over Jonah’s shoulder before he leaned back again.
“Eyes up, now,” he said.
Jonah let out a surprised noise but obediently lifted his head. Damon’s mouth was half-open, and he was panting as he watched. Finley stroked his cock and Damon’s, eyes dark as they travelled over Jonah’s face. Torin squirmed on Damon’s lap, Damon’s hand moving furiously in his trousers.
“Make him scream, Rafe,” Damon growled.
Rafe huffed out a laugh. “Like I planned to do anything else.”
He pulled out, ridges catching on Jonah’s sensitive rim before he plunged his cock deep back inside again. Jonah howled, struggling to keep his head up as Rafe fucked him hard and fast.
Rafe helped him with that. One hand was tight on Jonah’s hip, and the other was suddenly in his hair, dragging his head up and keeping him still.
Jonah moaned in the back of his throat. His cock ached from how much he wanted to cum, and even if he wasn’t wearing the cock ring, he wouldn’t be able to reach down and touch himself.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” Rafe growled. “Like you were made to take a dragon’s dick.”
Jonah moaned. Finley lifted his head and chuckled.
“Made to take monster cock,” he managed. He flicked his thumb over the head of Damon’s cock and Damon growled.
“Are you?” Rafe asked. He was suddenly looming over Jonah’s back again, grinding his cock against Jonah’s prostate.
“Am I… w – what?” Jonah managed.
“Are you made to take monster cock?”
Jonah knew he was red all over. He couldn’t look away from the others, all watching him so intently now, waiting for his answer.
He whined.
“Yes,” he said finally, the word almost a sob. “Yes.”
Rafe chuckled. “Such a good boy,” he said.
He let go of Jonah’s hair and without the support, Jonah’s head dropped forward so he was staring at the sheets as Rafe rocked into him. He cried out in relief when Rafe’s fingers skimmed the length of his cock.
“Do you want to cum, Jonah?”
“Yes!”
Rafe thrust in hard at the same time as he unfastened the cock ring and let it drop to the bed. Pleasure flooded Jonah’s system, whiting out his vision, and he cried out and trembled as he came spectacularly all over the sheets.
Rafe growled in his ear and Jonah was sure the ridges massaging his channel trembled as he shot his load in Jonah’s arse. Hot liquid flooded him, and Jonah shook again. He would have collapsed onto the bed if not for Rafe’s powerful arm around his chest, pulling him back against him.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “Rest for a second now. You’ve still got a toy to play with.”