Chapter 16 Julian
JULIAN
I’ve never felt jealousy before. Not once.
It’s a foreign emotion that burns through my chest as I watch Theo position himself on all fours in front of Elliot.
I’m still buried deep inside Elliot, my cock throbbing with each of his heartbeats, I can feel pulsing around me, but my attention is fixed on Theo’s display.
“Come on, Elliot,” Theo purrs, reaching back to spread himself open. “I want to feel you inside me while Julian’s fucking you.”
My fingers dig deeper into Elliot’s hips, possessiveness surging through me. I’d imagined sharing Elliot, showing him all the pleasure his body can experience, but something uncomfortable twists in my gut watching Theo prepare for Elliot’s cock.
I’m always the one doing the fucking. It’s what I’m known for—what I excel at. I’ve never wanted to be on the receiving end. Not until now—until Elliot.
I want Elliot’s cock inside me again. I want to feel him the way Theo is about to. The desire is so contrary to everything I usually want that I almost pull out of him in shock.
“Wait,” I hear myself say, voice rougher than intended.
Elliot turns his head, looking back at me with those eyes that somehow see more of me than anyone ever has. “Julian?”
I swallow hard, fighting against the unfamiliar feeling. I’ve never been jealous of someone getting cock in their ass before. What the fuck is happening to me?
Theo looks back at us, eyebrow raised. “Problem?”
I shake my head, trying to regain my composure. “No problem,” I lie, as I watch Elliot’s cock nudge against Theo’s entrance.
But there is a problem. For the first time in my life, I’m jealous, and I don’t like the feeling.
I can’t unpack these feelings right now. Not while I’m buried deep inside Elliot, not while Theo’s positioning himself to take Elliot’s cock. The way my body craves him isn’t logical. It’s raw. Visceral. Consuming.
I tighten my grip on Elliot’s hips, feeling his body trapped between Theo and me. Mine. The thought crashes through me.
“Look at you,” I whisper into Elliot’s ear as he pushes forward into Theo. “Taking cock and giving it at the same time.”
Elliot moans, his body tensing around me as he enters Theo. I can feel every tremor, every pulse as he adjusts to the dual sensation.
“How does it feel?” I ask, rolling my hips deliberately, striking that spot inside him that makes him gasp. “Being filled while filling someone else?”
He can barely form words, just broken sounds. I’ve had countless encounters during these Hunts, but nothing like this—nothing that’s made me want to claim someone so completely.
I establish a rhythm that forces Elliot deeper into Theo with each thrust. The power of controlling both their pleasure sends electricity down my spine. This isn’t just sex—it’s ownership.
“You’re mine,” I growl, loud enough for Theo to hear. “After this Hunt ends, you’re mine alone.”
My pace increases, driving Elliot toward the edge. I reach around to cup his balls, feeling them draw up as he’s buried in Theo.
“No one else gets to have you,” I continue. “No other cock. No other ass. Just mine.”
The truth of those words settles in my chest. I’ve never wanted exclusivity before. Never needed it. But with Elliot, the thought of sharing him after the Hunt feels impossible.
Elliot suddenly tenses, his entire body going rigid between Theo and me. “Julian—wait—” he gasps, voice breaking. “I need a second. I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
I feel his muscles clenching around my cock as he struggles to hold back. The power of making him this desperate sends a fresh wave of arousal through me. Instead of stopping, I slow my thrusts to a torturous pace, grinding deep inside him with deliberate pressure against his prostate.
“Are you going to breed Theo’s tight little asshole with your cum while I breed yours?” I whisper against his ear. “Is that what you want? To fill him up while I fill you?”
Elliot whimpers, caught between pushing back onto my cock and thrusting forward into Theo. His indecision only makes me harder.
“Answer me,” I demand, punctuating my words with a sharp snap of my hips that makes him cry out.
“Yes,” he finally admits. “Fuck, Julian—yes.”
I reach around and grip the base of his cock, feeling where he disappears into Theo. The connection of all three of us linked together like this—it’s intoxicating.
“You feel that? Feel how deep you are in him?” I continue, my voice dropping to a growl. “I’m even deeper in you. Marking you from the inside where no one else has ever been.”
I establish a new rhythm, controlling his movements completely, pulling him back onto my cock and then pushing him forward into Theo. His breathing becomes erratic, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm.
“That’s it,” I encourage, releasing his cock to slide my hand up his sweat-slicked chest. “Let me control you. Let me use you. Mine.”
“I’m yours,” Elliot gasps between thrusts, his voice breaking with desperation. “Only yours, Julian. I never want another cock in my ass—only yours.”
His words hit me like lightning, sending a current of possession through my body. I’ve had countless men submit to me, but hearing those words from a man who denied his desires for so long is beyond arousing. My grip tightens on his hips hard, claiming him with my fingers as thoroughly as my cock.
“Say it again,” I demand, my voice barely recognizable even to my own ears.
“I’m yours,” he repeats, pushing back against me with newfound urgency.
I can barely control my thrusts now, driving into him with a ferocity that borders on violence. Elliot’s body trembles between Theo and me, caught in a perfect storm of sensation.
Theo groans, his head thrown back as Elliot continues to thrust into him. “That’s it,” he encourages, his voice thick with pleasure. “Fill my ass like a good boy, Elliot.”
Something territorial snaps inside me at those words. “No,” I growl, yanking Elliot’s head back by his hair so he can see the intensity in my eyes. “Only I get to call him that. He’s my good boy.”
Theo looks over his shoulder and raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t challenge me further, too lost in his own pleasure to care about my sudden possessiveness.
I lean forward; my chest pressed against Elliot’s back as I thrust deeper. “Come for me now,” I command directly in his ear. “Come inside him like the good boy you are.”
Elliot’s entire body tenses at my order, a broken cry tearing from his throat as he obeys instantly. I feel his muscles clenching rhythmically around my cock as he empties himself into Theo.
Theo groans. “Fuck, yeah. Fill my ass. Going to make me come so hard.” He grunts as he reaches his climax. “Fuck.”
The knowledge that he came on my command, that his body responds so perfectly to my voice, pushes me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me without warning, and I pump my release deep inside him, claiming him completely.
I’m still pumping the last of my release into Elliot when I grab his hair tighter, keeping him still as the aftershocks ripple through both our bodies. His ass clenches around me, milking every drop as if desperate to keep me inside him.
“That’s it,” I growl against his ear, “take every fucking drop of my cum. You’re so goddamn tight around me—like your body was made to be filled with me.”
I reach around to feel where his softening cock is still buried in Theo, and a surge of possessiveness floods through me.
“Pull out of him,” I command, my voice leaving no room for argument. “Now.”
Elliot whimpers but obeys, slowly withdrawing from Theo’s body. The action makes him clench around my still-hard cock, drawing a hiss of pleasure from my lips.
“Look at you, such a greedy little cock slut for me,” I murmur, biting the sensitive spot where his neck meets his shoulder. “Taking my load while you fill someone else. Did you like that?”
I keep my cock buried deep inside him, not willing to break our connection yet. Instead, I turn my attention to Theo, who’s still on all fours in front of us, looking back with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Theo,” I say, my voice dropping an octave lower, “push it out. I want to see my boy’s cum leaking from that tight little asshole of yours.”
Theo doesn’t protest, instead arching his back and bearing down. I watch, transfixed, as Elliot’s release begins to seep from Theo’s entrance, a visible claim that somehow only intensifies my possessiveness of Elliot.
“That’s it,” I encourage, reaching around to stroke Elliot’s spent cock, making him jerk against me. “Look at what you did, Elliot. Look at how you marked him with your cum. Almost as deep as I’ve marked you.”
My fingers trace along Elliot’s spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.
“You took my cock so well, let me fill you up and mark you from the inside.” I lean closer, my lips brushing against his ear.
“I’m never letting you go now. Not after seeing how well you respond to me. You’re mine, Elliot. Only mine.”
I feel the exact moment his mind catches up with his body—the subtle tensing of his muscles, the hitch in his breathing. The reality of what he’s done, who he’s become, no doubt washes over him in a crashing wave.
“Oh fuck,” he whispers, his body stiffening against mine.
But that tension—that beautiful tightening of his ass around my cock—has an immediate effect. Blood rushes back to my groin, and I feel myself hardening inside him all over again.
“Feel that?” I growl, grinding my hips in a slow circle that makes him gasp.
“Your tight little ass is getting me hard again. I could come inside you one more time, fill that abused, fucked hole with another load.” I rock forward, savoring his whimper.
“Would you like that? Want me to breed you again?”
My hand snakes around his waist, fingers wrapping around his cock. To my delight, I find him already stiffening in my grip.
“Well, look at this,” I purr, stroking him slowly. “Someone’s greedy for more.”
His cock hardens fully in my hand, betraying his desire despite whatever doubts might be surfacing in his mind.
“Seems like you’re just as insatiable as me,” I whisper, tightening my grip on his rapidly hardening cock.
Theo watches us with heavy-lidded eyes from where he’s now sprawled beside us, but my focus narrows to the man trembling in my arms.
I lean forward; my chest pressed against Elliot’s sweat-slicked back, and I brush my lips against the shell of his ear. My voice drops to a whisper, meant only for him despite our audience.
“After this Hunt, you will never hide again,” I breathe. “You will always be my cock slut, and I will never stop fucking this ass.”
The words slip out like a confession, a promise whispered like a secret between us. My grip tightens on his hips as I punctuate each statement with a slow, deliberate thrust.
Elliot moans, pushing back against me eagerly. His body speaks a truth his mind might still be fighting—how he was made to take me, how completely he surrenders to the pleasure only I can give him.
The power of his submission rushes through me like a drug. I pull him up against my chest, one hand splayed across his stomach while the other grips his throat—not squeezing, just holding him in place so he feels my complete control.
“I’m your king,” I growl against his ear, feeling him tremble against me, “and you will kneel for me always.”
His cock twitches in my hand at my declaration, hardening further despite having already come. The knowledge that my words affect him so deeply only fuels my desire to claim him more thoroughly.