Chapter 20
Marcus, our mate. He was neither tall nor broad, certainly not next to Dom and Ell, but in my mind, he was a giant.
Ell was on his knees still, having switched positions with me, and he placed a hand on my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. I gave in, opening myself to the taste of him mixed with Marcus, to his hot, labored breath, the desire that was still raw even though he’d just come.
“Hey. Excuse me? Hey.” Marcus was using his heel to let me know he didn’t approve. He pushed it into my side. “Stay focused. I want more.”
Dom whined, hiding his face in the soft pillows we’d bedded our mate on.
Ell pulled away and lay down next to Marcus, taking his mouth instead of mine and reaching across our mate’s body to stroke Dom’s head.
“It’s all right, Marcus. Linc’s going to make you feel good,” Ell whispered.
Marcus lifted his head so he could look at me over Ell’s arm.
I’d never felt more nervous or insecure in all my life.
This man was everything. He was precious.
I wanted to mark him with my bite, I wanted him to demand that bite in the same way he was demanding sex in this very moment.
Most of all though, I was afraid of doing anything he didn’t like, anything that would make him think I wasn’t good enough for him.
I held his gaze and stroked his thigh with my right hand. “You want me to keep going, Marcus?”
He rolled his eyes, those moonstone eyes, before narrowing them on me. “I already told you.”
Then he used his heel on me again, and I couldn’t help it, had to smile at his impatience.
Ell was leaning in close, brushing soft kisses against Marcus’s neck. That was good. Kissing that spot and seeing the others kiss it would ease the temptation of biting there. Dom was resting his hand on Marcus’s abdomen, drawing patterns in the glorious mess of cum and sweat gathered there.
I moved forward on my knees, keeping Marcus’s legs spread wide, then lifted them for easier access. I allowed myself to break eye contact with him and looked at his hole.
It was a ridiculously entrancing sight, pink and slick, in part from the lube, in part from Ell.
I had the sudden urge to stop what I was doing and bend down to lick and pleasure Marcus with my tongue, but I didn’t think he’d take that well.
He’d clearly stated what he wanted, and I wasn’t going to be a disappointment to our mate the first time we were together.
I was more than ready, and no matter how much I wanted it to be different, I knew this wasn’t going to last long. I lined up, and it took only the slightest push for me to feel Marcus’s heat close around me and draw me in. I gasped, seeing colors.
“Ah, fuck.”
Without thinking, I tightened my hold around his legs and snapped my hips, filling him all the way.
Marcus arched off the pillows. I heard his low gasp even as desire surged through me at the sensation of being connected to my mate in this way.
My mate. Yes, in this very moment, he was only mine, Ell and Dom still there with us but in the background. It was Marcus and me. Marcus looking at me, his mouth open, his lips slick and pink, an invitation.
I lost control briefly, digging my fingers into his legs and snapping my hips hard several times. It got me to the brink of orgasm, the thrill of coming a siren song luring me to keep going, keep going, but I didn’t. I slowed down.
“Marcus, honey.” I slid my hand to his pubes, grazed the base of his cock, and finally entwined my fingers with Dom’s. “Does it feel good, Marcus?”
His eyes flickered open, and I watched with bated breath as Ell ran his thumb over Marcus’s bottom lip. Marcus’s tongue darted out, and he started sucking, absentmindedly almost, but looking so fucking hot.
“Mm-hmm.” He nodded. Then he wiggled his hips as if to urge me on.
I got the message, and I wasn’t going to make him wait again.
In an attempt to delay the inevitable as much as I could, I moved as slowly as I was able, but it was too much, all of it: our mate, being cherished by Dom and Ell while taking me like he was, his musk saturating the air like fireworks on New Year’s Eve.
He felt too good, tight but open, his muscles tensing around me even as I felt my orgasm build.
I came with a growl most human partners would’ve found out of place.
If it bothered Marcus, he didn’t show it.
He arched off the ground, his legs tightening around me, and as I came, our bodies were as close as was physically possible.
I watched him, felt him, and knew he was coming with me, blissful abandon painting his skin in patterns of pink.
As wave upon wave ran through me, on this highest of highs, I felt guilty for enjoying it this much, for it being this good.
Everything I’d ever done with Ell and Dom took second place, and that wasn’t fair.
I curled my fingers around Dom’s. I loved them, I loved all of them, and I didn’t want to favor any one, but in that moment, I couldn’t help it.
Ell pushed up to his knees and kissed me as the thrill of orgasm ebbed, as Marcus, riding out his own, softened and relaxed under me.
Ell kissed me, and I let myself be kissed. “I love you. I love you,” I whispered.
“Me too.” Ell buried his nose against my neck, nuzzling there. Dom did the same with Marcus, lying at our mate’s side.
When Marcus looked up at me and wiggled around me, I pulled out. I didn’t know what to do. For a long moment, I had no fucking clue what to say.
I watched Marcus stretch out his legs and look around before his eyes settled on Dom, who was… Poor Dom. He looked like he’d been edged for hours. He wasn’t the most patient person in the world, and this had to have cost him.
“Come on,” Marcus said, burying his fingers in Dom’s hair and pulling.
“Little Red…”
Dom was breathing hard. Then Marcus turned on his side, turned to face Dom. “Come on.”
He sounded like he’d been having a conversation in his head. His eyes were wide but clear, and it was pretty obvious what he wanted. It only became more so when he was fully on his side, facing Dom, and reaching down between them for Dom’s straining cock.
“Oh.” I was sitting back on my heels, Ell facing me, his hands all over me, his mouth ghosting over my pecs.
“He smells so good,” Ell said. “I can smell him all over you.”
I watched as Marcus’s hold on Dom’s hair tightened, and he pouted. Even from this angle, Marcus pouting was the cutest damn thing.
“Don’t you want to? If you don’t want to…” He turned, looking at what Ell and I were doing.
For some reason, that struck me as the funniest thing ever, and I collapsed to the side, falling into a chuckle, and Ell sagged on top of me, his arms closing around my middle.
“No, hold on,” Dom said, then whined.
“We’re spent, Marcus.” I ran my hand through Ell’s hair, feeling him nod.
“We are. Look, Dom’s going to feel left out.”
And there it was again, that cute-as-you-please pout. “Then he should use this…this…weapon.”
I couldn’t see exactly, but it looked like he was running his hand up and down Dom’s cock.
Dom shivered. “Gentle. Yeah, I’ll be gentle, Little Red, okay? Come on, your leg goes here. Huh.”
Dom curled against Marcus. Ell had the better angle, and he stroked the back of Marcus’s thigh. I watched Dom’s muscles work as he moved his hips, and I listened to them both gasp as Dom entered him.
The worst part was that I wanted more. It was like dessert after a big meal.
You were full, but a small piece of cake, our mate’s pleasure, that seemed like it was still entirely possible, advisable even.
I had no idea if Ell felt the same, given that the air was thick with all of our combined lust. With Marcus’s scent in particular.
Dom’s whole body worked, pressing close and into Marcus, finding a rhythm.
I was enthralled by the sight, feeling with him.
I only really noticed that I was getting hard again when Ell fitted his mouth over my tip to slowly yet deliberately get me off again.
From the sounds, he was jerking himself off while he was at it.
Part of me wanted to lean back and enjoy, savor this, but that would’ve meant turning away from the spectacle in front of me.
Yes, I could only see part of Dom and Marcus, just that perfectly seductive angle of Marcus’s leg slung over Dom’s side, but it didn’t matter.
We were… We were all… I couldn’t say yet, couldn’t yet know what our mate would accept, what he would allow. All I knew was, I wanted everything.
Ell’s mouth tensed as he groaned, coming again by the way his body moved. Dom was close too. I’d seen his back, his thighs, in other positions, and I knew how he moved when he was about to finish.
Ell flicked his tongue over my tip once more, and that did it, giving me another release that he swallowed. That in and of itself was more pleasure than I could easily handle then and there, and my eyes fell shut, the sight of our mate and Dom replaced by sounds and smell only.
As it turned out, I missed Dom coming. When I looked again, he was all tension, and Marcus’s leg was clamped tight around him. They all groaned; Ell, Dom, and Marcus as well, our mate’s voice faint but clear, like a gentle drizzle at the end of a hot day.
All of us just lay there after that. Marcus, for once, seemed satisfied, not making any attempt at all to get Dom to move, and Dom, in turn, was holding him close.
I saw Marcus’s hand on Dom’s back, fingers brushing against Dom’s spine, and I reached for him, weaving my fingers with his much like I had done with Dom before.
It was perfect. Peaceful. We were the four points of a compass with Marcus as our true north, needing nothing more than each other, caring for nothing else.
That sense of the world contracting around us lasted a while, but not long enough, and was broken by Marcus’s stomach growling noisily.
Ell chuckled. “Marcus is right. I could eat too.”
“I could eat you, Little Red.” Dom ran his hands over Marcus’s back, and Marcus flexed his toes.
“Your eyes are too big. I think I really, really want dinner. Oh! The cookies. Dom, where are the cookies? Is there tea? I could kill for a nice big cup of oolong.”
“It’s just one cookie, and you’ll have to talk to Linc about that. But there are cinnamon buns for you and Ell.”
“And tea,” I said. Marcus looked up. I smiled at him. “You can have my cookie too, of course.”
I watched as he smiled. “Yup. I like that plan.” He looked down between himself and Dom. “Well, that turned messy. Are you still hard? Rude.”
“More like hard again. And it’s not rude. It’s a…compliment. Because you’re enticing.” Dom’s voice was raspy.
Marcus frowned. “No. Nope. I’m not taking any compliments right now. I want the food. Move.”
He used his heel to get Dom to pull out. Ell stood too and held out a hand. “I’ll help you wash up, Marcus. I’ll find you some clothes too, okay?”
“I can wash myself. You all keep acting like I can’t do anything by myself, but you do realize I managed years and years of that, right?” He still took Ell’s hand though.
“I want to check your stitches, that’s all.” Ell looked at us. “Are you okay handling dinner?”
I nodded. “Sure. Dom and I can manage.”
“Don’t forget the oolong,” said our mate. Both the rest and the activity seemed to have done him good. “I can’t believe I came this much. I’m probably dehydrated.”
“We can fix that,” Ell said.
Marcus walked toward the stairs ahead of Ell, who looked at us over his shoulder, his expression mirroring our own happiness. Once the two of them were out of sight, Dom turned to me.
“I wanted to bite him so badly, you know? He’s just… Linc, I’m in love.”
My heart beat just a little faster. I was too, but this was soon, very soon, especially for Marcus.
“He needs time.” I caught Dom’s fingers with mine. “But this was good. He liked it.”
Dom looked up at the ceiling. “I wouldn’t have thought… I thought maybe he would be okay with us one-on-one. He’s just the bravest little thing though, right?”
I nodded. Not everyone who grew up human and with human expectations would’ve been willing to be this open.
“Did he like it? In town, I mean.”
Dom turned on his side, facing me. “Apart from the douche of an ex, I guess so.”
“That’s good.”
He grinned. “He liked being with us.”
Upstairs, the water turned on. Ell wasn’t going to let Marcus shower alone and risk him getting his cut wet, so I ended up imagining the two of them under the stream of hot water.
“He did. We should get up.”
Dom yawned and stretched. “Do you think we have to clean here? I really love how everything smells of him now.”
“Yeah, I know. I think we have to, though. What if his wound gets infected?”
“Good point.”
We were both silent for a minute, likely imagining all the things that could happen to our mate if he got hurt again, or if the injury and the cold he was still dealing with didn’t heal as they should.
They weren’t good thoughts, but they were still easier to deal with than the possibility of him rejecting us.
I rubbed my face and reluctantly moved into an upright position. Dom and I needed a shower as much as the other two, but that could wait until after our mate was fed and happy.