Chapter Eighteen
Rayne
Iwas so close. Beau’s mouth was absolute fucking heaven.
I thrust my cock deep into his throat, no doubt bruising it, but he didn’t seem to care.
In fact, I think he liked it. His eyes were wild, his hair was mussed, and saliva dripped down his chin.
It turned me on how much of a fucking mess he was.
I watched Rafe as he sank his fingers deep into Beau’s ass. Three fingers were thrusting in and out, and I could feel the way Beau’s ass clenched around them.
“He’s ready,” Rafe growled, a franticness about his words as he pulled his fingers from Beau.
Our little vampire whimpered as I pulled my cock from his mouth, and I swiped my thumb through the saliva pooled at his chin.
Gods, he was beautiful like this. His lips were swollen and his cheeks flushed.
He looked wrecked. I wanted to tell him to open his mouth wide so I could cover his face with my cum, but that would have to wait.
When I looked at my twin, he was lying on his back, cock pointing skyward. He patted his thighs and then opened his arms wide to Beau. “Come here.”
Beau eyed Rafe’s cock warily. It was definitely a lot more intimidating than three fingers.
I gripped his chin and looked deep into his eyes. “You can do this, Beau. You were made for us.”
He nodded and went over to Rafe, lowering himself over his hips. Gods, what a fucking sight.
I knelt behind Beau, settling my knees between Rafe’s thighs, and gently pushed Beau forward. He braced his hands on Rafe’s chest, and I took the opportunity to swipe my tongue up the length of Beau’s spine. He purred like a fucking cat.
“That’s it, baby,” I said as I nipped his neck. “Relax.”
Rafe took hold of his cock and lined it up with Beau’s entrance. “Deep breath and then push down.”
I reached around and pumped Beau’s cock. “Go at your own pace. There’s no rush.”
“Okay,” he said, determination lacing his tone. “I’m ready.”
“Good boy,” I purred in his ear, and he shuddered in my arms. “You’re such a little praise slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he hissed as he sank onto Rafe’s cock, his head lolling back onto my shoulder.
I wrapped my hand around his throat, loving the way he swallowed against my palm. “Look at you, baby. Your ass is taking that cock so well.”
Beau moaned as he finally sank all the way down Rafe’s cock. “Fuck… fuck.”
“You feel so good,” Rafe hissed, his fingers digging into Beau’s thighs.
My Hound squirmed under my skin, knowing it was almost time to cement our bond with our little vampire.
“You okay?” I asked, my mouth brushing against his jaw.
Beau nodded shakily. “Yes, but I need you to move.”
“Then move, sugar,” Rafe said, a lopsided grin on his face. “You’ve got the control here.”
It would be the only time, though. Control wasn’t something that we gave up lightly, but this was Beau, and it was his first time with us. He needed to set the pace here, and I was more than happy to follow his lead with what he needed right now.
Beau lifted his hips and slowly sank back down. His eyes went wide, and his mouth dropped open in a silent scream.
I pumped his dick in time with his movements, keeping him hard and loving how the pleasure made him tremble beneath my touch.
It wasn’t long before Beau was setting a brutal pace, grinding his hips against Rafe to increase his own pleasure.
I loved watching him take what he wanted, and the desire to let Beau do what he wanted to me burnt in the back of my mind.
I’d never wanted to submit to anyone, but something about Beau brought that need to the surface.
I gripped Beau’s chin in the palm of my hand and sank my fingers into his mouth. He sucked them like he’d sucked my cock, wrapping his tongue around them and pulling them to the back of his throat.
“That’s it, baby,” I growled. “Get them nice and wet so I can stretch your hole a little more.”
Beau shuddered and moaned, the sound vibrating along my fingers. Fuck, I couldn’t wait any longer.
I ripped my hand from his mouth and pressed between his shoulder blades to manoeuvre him forwards. Rafe stilled as I pressed my finger alongside his dick and against Beau’s hole.
Beau hissed as I sank my finger inside him. Gods, he was tight. For a moment, a flicker of doubt crossed my mind, but then Beau groaned long and hard as he sank further onto my finger.
“Yes,” Beau gritted out as he pulled himself upwards. “More, Rayne. Give me more.”
As Beau reached the top of Rafe’s cock, I added another finger and watched as his ass swallowed it, his hole stretching deliciously wide.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I pumped my dick with my other hand, my balls drawing tight. There was serious danger that I was going to cum just by watching Beau’s puckered hole take my fingers and my twin’s cock. It was fucking hot.
“More,” Beau gasped, his voice lisping slightly as his vampire nature became more prevalent. I’d heard vampires mated with a bite, too. Would Beau bite us?
I glanced at my twin, his eyes wide and fixed on Beau’s mouth.
He was thinking the same thing as me. Gods, I fucking hope Beau sinks those fangs into my neck again.
A shudder ran through me as the memory of his last bite flitted across my mind.
I’d never felt anything like it, and I was desperate to experience it again.
Almost as desperate as needing to sink my cock into Beau’s hole.
Beau arched backwards and sank one of his hands into the hair at the back of my skull. His eyes hit mine. They were a dark blood red. His fangs extended beyond his plump lips, and his skin glistened with sweat. “Give me more. I can take it.”
He slammed his mouth to mine, his fangs slicing against my bottom lip and almost ripping it to shreds. The sting was sharp and intense, and my cock twitched in my hand. Beau pulled back and lapped at the blood dripping down his chin, his eyes shimmering in the low light.
My senses sharpened, and my thinly held control started to slip from my fingers.
I let go of my dick and grabbed Beau’s throat tightly.
He grinned wide and tightened his grip on my hair, twisting and tugging the strands.
Pain danced along my scalp as Beau clung to me, holding me in place, locking his eyes with mine so I could watch the pain and pleasure dance in his pretty eyes.
“You want more, pretty boy? I’ll give you more,” I snarled and pulled my fingers all the way out of him.
His eyes blew wide, and his fingers stretched and clenched my hair as I lined my cock up next to my twins and pushed forwards.
“Yes, yes, yes… Oh Gods, Rayne, Rafe,” Beau moaned, saying our names with reverence as I sank into his heat.
Fuuuuck.
He was so tight. And warm and fuck.
I couldn’t stop.
Couldn’t think.
Could barely hold back.
I slammed into him the rest of the way. Beau stiffened in my arms, his muscles taut and back arched beautifully. His claws extended and sliced into the skin at the base of my skull. Rafe hissed and jerked as the claws on Beau’s other hand sank into his chest, blood pooling beneath his fingers.
We’d done it. We were connected in the most intimate, beautiful way, and my heart exploded in my chest as the magic started to blossom between us all.
Wind picked up around us as the energy surged.
Time slowed. The world narrowed. There was only us. Only this moment.
We moved as one, pleasure firing through our bodies. Rising and climbing and singing through our veins like wildfire.
I wrapped my hand around Beau’s cock, pumping it in time with our thrusts. My core tightened, and the tell-tale sign of an orgasm tingled at the base of my spine. I grabbed my twin’s hand and pulled him upwards. Our eyes met. Locked.
This was it.
Together, we sank our fangs into Beau.
It was more than a bite. It was ancient and primal.
Beau roared out as we bit him on either side of his neck, the mark searing into his skin. Our souls reached for each other, weaving the threads together until they were one.
My orgasm ripped through me like lightning, sparking and searing my nerves with a pleasure so intense it was blinding. I pulled away, feeling the bond coil around my heart. A bond that no blade would sever, or time diminish.
“My turn,” Beau growled; his voice was like smoke, but I was too dazed to realise what was happening.
Pain sliced across my wrist. Ice filled my blood, engulfing the heat of my Hound and claiming it as its own.
As the world came back into focus, I watched Beau pull his fangs from my wrist and sink them into Rafe’s.
He was marking us as his, just as we had done to him.
Beau’s mark pulsed in time with my heart and settled into my bones. Our connection magnified a thousandfold and pulsed with something new. Something unknown. Something terrifyingly beautiful.
I could feel everything. Every emotion, all his memories, his hopes and dreams. They all became mine.
As the magic died down, a warmth filled my soul as I cradled Beau and Rafe in my arms. Together we sat there, our bodies and souls entwined, never to be parted again.
“Wow,” Beau said, breaking the silence. “Does it feel like this for you? Overwhelming and impossible. Too much and yet not enough.”
Rafe pressed a soft kiss against Beau’s temple. “Yes. I imagine this will take some getting used to.”
I chuckled softly, a wave of joy passing between the three of us. I lazily stroked my fingers down Beau’s arms, content just to sit here and touch him. “How are you feeling?”
Beau hummed throatily. “Delicious.”
“I don’t think that’s what he meant,” Rafe said, a wide grin on his face
“I know,” Beau replied with a laugh. “And yes, my ass is sore but in the best way. I don’t want to move.”
I swiped my tongue over my mark on Beau’s neck, and his entire body clenched and shivered.
“Fuck,” he gasped as his dick twitched, and he rolled his hips.
“Mmm, baby. You keep doing that and we won’t be able to stop,” Rafe said as he pressed his lips against Beau’s.
“And that’s a bad thing?” Beau quipped.
I grabbed his chin and turned his face to mine. “Yes. You need to rest. We all do.”
Beau pouted, and I took his bottom lip between my teeth, giving it a little nip.
“Fine,” he sighed and narrowed his eyes. “I know you’re right. You don’t have to feel smug about it, though.”
I reluctantly pulled out of him, loving the little ripples of pleasure that ran through our bond. I helped Beau to his feet, but he looked a bit unsteady, so I swept him up into my arms, bridal style.
“I can walk,” Beau chided, but there was no real heat behind his words.
“I know, but I want to carry you.” I wanted to be close to him. I wanted to feel his skin against mine for as long as possible.
“Come on,” Rafe said as he looked at us both fondly. “Let’s go home.”
Nothing had ever sounded more wonderful than that.