Chapter 11 #2
A sonorous, humming wolf noise broke out all around me, and I jerked my palm away from Ellis’s chest, though my fingertips kept the skin-to-skin contact.
I leaned back, but that meant I leaned toward Lincoln, whose head was so close to my neck that my shoulder brushed against his cheek.
He had a bit of stubble going, and the problem with that was that my cock really thought stubble was the most arousing thing ever. Oh boy.
I heard movement from behind Ellis, who was still motionless.
From what I could see, Dom was climbing Ellis, correction, climbing over Ellis.
To get to me. Oooh, boy. I pressed against Lincoln, and that let me discover two things.
One, Lincoln was wearing pants. Two, his dick was super excited about this whole situation and me rubbing up against him.
“Dom,” Lincoln said, his voice a warning, his warm breath tickling the skin of my neck and forcing every hair there to stand up as if I’d touched a live wire.
Dom was above me. “It’s fine.” His knees pressed on either side of me, his hands on Ellis and Lincoln. “We can scent how you’re feeling.” Dom’s eyes twinkled as they caught the bit of light that had filtered in from the hallway.
I swallowed. “Oh.”
Dom wasn’t actually touching me beyond where his legs were caging me in. I couldn’t turn without touching a werewolf. That was a first.
“Yeah.” Dom sounded amused. “Do you want to be touched, Marcus? Do you want me to go down on you?”
Holy fucking hotpants. This sexy, sassy hunk of a man had just offered me a blowjob.
“Wha-at?”
Another growl from Lincoln, and this one sounded aggressive, nothing I would mess with.
“Would you like me to blow you?” Dom clarified. “I won’t touch you if you say no, but I’ll make you feel good if you say yes.”
My cock liked that idea, liked it a whole lot.
“Damn it, Dom.” Ellis’s voice came out in a snarl, but Dom didn’t move. He simply waited for me to tell him what to do.
I turned so I could see him better, which meant I brushed up against Lincoln’s hard-on again.
“Fuck,” Lincoln muttered, barely loud enough for me to hear.
“Y-yeah, okay.” I looked up at Dom.
Dom’s head moved, a shadow edged in red. “Okay, I can suck you?”
“Yes.”
“That’s my boy.” Slow as a drifting cloud, Dom descended, the other two moving out of the way to give him room.
I turned onto my back but hissed when the stitches caught on the pillow, tugging on the swollen, sensitive skin there.
“Ssh, come here.” Lincoln pulled me against him, my head cradled on his shoulder so the stitches weren’t an issue—a comfort given without me having to ask for it. That had never happened to me, not like this.
Dom had closed the distance between our bodies, and Ellis’s hand rested over my abdomen, warm and protective. He wasn’t trying to grope me, and the touch was actually pleasant, which was unexpected.
Dom’s hands were on my thighs. “I’d like to kiss you first. Is that okay?” He was close enough that I felt his words stirring the air, even though he spoke in a whisper.
“Yeah.”
Dom leaned in.
When his lips touched mine and I opened my mouth to him and felt his careful, curious exploration of me, I realized that over the past four years, I’d completely and utterly forgotten that kissing another man who knew what he was doing was like eating ripe, juicy fruit.
Like savoring a morsel of sugared candy or licking the salt off your skin before the tequila hit.
In those boring four years, kissing had been nothing like that at all.
Dom took his time to remind me. He tasted of pepperminty toothpaste and sunshine, if tasting of sunshine was even a thing.
It was probably the fever talking, but regardless, I was soon moaning against him, and I felt Lincoln’s hand clasp mine, holding me while Dom lavished me with the attention of his lips and tongue.
Dom was the one who broke this kiss. Good thing too. I would’ve let him kiss me until my lips had gone raw or until I passed out from lack of oxygen.
Dom slowly moved down, planting kisses as he went without pulling up my tee. Ellis moved his hand out of Dom’s way, and a moment later, Dom’s fingers gently glided under the waistband of my thin cotton pajama pants.
“Mmm, yes,” I said, which was apparently what Dom had been waiting for. As soon as the word was out of my mouth, he pulled my pants down and off me all the way, underwear and all.
He hummed with satisfaction. “Oh yes, that’s nice.”
The next thing I knew, he was dabbing his tongue all over my tip. Well, fuck. Not only did that feel nice, it reignited something inside of me.
Steven would never have done this. Steven’s idea of sex was pretty much doing the same thing over and over again, meaning missionary with him on top, and me fellating him occasionally.
This? I decided I was a blowjob virgin on account of the fact that the last time anyone had done this for me was well before my relationship with Steven’s cheating ass.
My free hand drifted down to Dom’s head, only to find that Ellis was already weaving his fingers through Dom’s curls.
At that point, it really hit me that what was happening probably qualified as a foursome; my first ever.
I hadn’t even worked my way up to this with a threesome.
I’d gone from a twosome—mostly lonesome on weeknights—straight to being in bed with three inappropriately hot alpha males. Go me!
Dom was a tease for sure. I expected him to take me in his mouth at any moment and lick me like a lollipop, but no such luck. He kept intense focus on my tip, kept his tongue working all over it, using his lips to tease my foreskin.
It wasn’t long before I was digging my fingers into his hair and moaning in frustration. The growling around me intensified, and I could feel Lincoln close to the side of my head, his face almost touching mine, his warm breath washing over my skin.
“Can I kiss you, Marcus?” Lincoln’s voice came out strained, something wild barely contained.
“Yeah, su—” I said, and before I had the chance to finish, Lincoln was all over me. He had a kind of smoky, chocolatey taste that came on with such force that I moaned into the kiss as if I were being fed ambrosia by some divine cup bearer.