Chapter 22 #3
I took a tentative step nearer and Sonny tugged on my limb, pulling me closer.
It was only when I was standing right beside them, my body brushing against theirs, that Sonny let go of my tentacle and reached instead for my dick.
The yelp I let out was not dignified, but I had almost forgotten my dick, the angry arousal making it stick straight up. My focus had been on my extra limbs, watching closely for Declan and Sonny’s reaction.
As soon as Sonny touched my dick, though, I realised how close I was to coming.
“This okay?” he asked, holding his hand still.
I was too overwhelmed to speak, so I nodded. Sonny began to stroke me, long, firm strokes up and down my erection, bringing me closer and closer to the edge with each pass.
There was friction, a hot grip around my length, and then I came suddenly, clenching my body tightly, not wanting to lose control of myself in that last moment. The pleasure buzzed through me, but I was already so high, tingling all over with awareness, that it took me a while to come down.
When I did, I realised that Declan still had hold of one of my tentacles. Sonny was smiling at me with a lazy, contented look.
He said, “You can kiss Declan if you like.”
I looked at Declan, who turned his face between us, checking with us both.
He tugged on my tentacle, and I realised he couldn’t move, not even to lean towards me. He was standing without his crutch, meaning the only thing keeping him upright was the fact he was plastered against Sonny, with Sonny’s arm around his middle and Declan’s arm around Sonny’s shoulders.
Leaning up to him, I offered Declan my mouth.
I wanted to be consumed by him completely, but he was sated and the fiery passion of our last kiss was replaced by deep tenderness and sensuality.
His lips brushed against mine, his mouth tasting sweet with a hint of Sonny in it.
His tongue moved against mine, slow and deep.
Even though neither of us were chasing our pleasure, I felt owned in that moment, sure that Declan was claiming me. My tentacles clenched with the desire to claim these men.
I broke our kiss and blinked into Declan’s eyes. Both these men?
Turning to Sonny, I saw my own tentacle curled over his shoulder, exactly the way I’d mark him if I could. He took my looking at him as an invitation and leaned closer, pressing his lips against mine.
When I didn’t respond immediately, too surprised, he pulled back.
“Sorry, I thought you wanted to kiss me. You don’t have to.”
My tentacle wrapped further over his shoulder and pulled him down towards me again, and I kissed Sonny as deeply and fully as I had Declan. I wanted my lips branded against his, my taste in his mouth, my mark on his shoulder.
Pulling away slowly, pressing a last kiss to Sonny’s lips, I glanced at Declan to see how he looked. What he was thinking. He hadn’t expected me and Sonny to share any intimacy, after all.
I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
“You okay?” I asked eventually.
He nodded. Then shook his head.
“I think— I think we need to talk about this, or someone is going to end up hurt.”
I nodded.
Sonny said, “I’m vers.”
I hadn’t been thinking along those lines, so I turned to him in surprise. I nearly missed the incredulous look that Declan shot him before saying, “Really?”
“Yes, I am!”
Declan frowned again. I had to think about it. I wasn’t sure what they knew about each other’s preferences, considering they’d never slept together, but I hadn’t got those vibes from Sonny.
“It’s okay to be whatever you are,” I said.
Sonny looked down, and even though we were all pressed so closely together, a sticky triangle of people, I felt him fiddling with my tentacle, rubbing his thumb over the outside and the underside.
“Whatever you are, we still want you,” I assured him.
“Really?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Because I’m actually a bottom. I don’t like topping at all. Are you sure you still want me?”
I tugged him closer. “I’m very sure. I’m vers, and I’ll happily top you. If this is what we want,” I added, suddenly realising I might have got ahead of myself.
After all, they hadn’t actually decided anything yet. They might have changed their minds, now their lust was dissipated and we were standing in the pre-dawn light, in the chilly bedroom, covered in each other’s come.
Sonny looked at me, suddenly smiling directly at me, and it was like the sun had risen and was streaming directly in through the window to bathe us in its light.
I’d never actually got the full force of Sonny’s smile before, not like this.
He looked at me with so much sunny happiness that I suddenly understood what Declan had meant, one day when he’d let slip that he called Sonny his ray of sunshine. It warmed me from the inside out.
He leaned forward slightly and pressed a quick kiss to my lips, and it was such a casual, intimate action that it almost floored me.
He looked at Declan. “What about you? Are you a top or a bottom?”
“I’m vers, with a preference for topping.”
Sonny beamed. “So are we all happy now? Is that it?”
Declan cleared his throat. “I actually didn’t mean we should talk about sex positions. I meant we need to talk about this.”
He nodded down at the three of us, entwined with my tentacles.
“You mean the fact that I’m a shifter.”
“Actually, I meant about—” He took a breath and carried on, and I was proud of him for saying what he needed to say, even when it was difficult for him. “I suppose I meant about our feelings. I-I think we all need to decide for ourselves what we want, and see if we can make it work.”