Chapter Six #3
Damon came first, cock swelling again as he shot a load of cum in Jonah’s arse. It was enough to spill out as he kept moving, trickling down the backs of Jonah’s thighs.
Rafe growled, claws pricking at Jonah’s scalp. He came with a grunt and Jonah struggled to swallow it all, salty liquid filling his mouth as Rafe thrust in deep.
Damon pulled Jonah back, and Jonah swallowed what was left in his mouth as he was dragged off Rafe’s cock.
He settled back against Damon’s chest, Damon propped up against the headboard.
Rafe winked. He climbed off the bed and stripped, and Torin took his place, crawling across the bed toward Jonah and settling between his legs.
They kissed slowly, Damon’s big hands still soothing over Jonah’s skin. Arousal buzzed through his limbs, his cock hard and heavy against his thigh. Damon was still inside him, keeping him stretched open, and Jonah whined into the kiss he shared with Torin, making Torin laugh against his mouth.
“You won’t get to cum until Ez is done with you.”
“He’s right,” Rafe said, perching on the bed next to Damon’s hip. He reached out and stroked a finger over Jonah’s lower lip.
Jonah glanced past them both, to where Ez still had Finley bent over the bed. Finley’s eyes were hazy, and he whimpered when Ez fisted his cock, but still pushed up into his touch, obviously overstimulated but still desperate for it.
Damon bit Jonah’s earlobe. “Finley can take almost as much as you can,” he murmured. “Cocky little wolf likes it when we take him to pieces.”
Finley whimpered at Damon’s words, and Ez thrust in hard, the air twisting around them. He met Jonah’s gaze and Jonah’s stomach swooped as he remembered the day before, how possessive Ez had been. That possessiveness was back, but it remained in his expression as he looked at each of them.
“Get him ready,” Ez ground out, punctuating the sentence with another hard thrust. “He’ll take Torin and I.”
Torin’s eyes widened, and he caught Jonah’s mouth before Jonah could say anything. Not that he wanted to protest. He lost himself to the kiss, mewling only a little when fingers probed at his rim, still stretched around Damon’s cock.
“Rafe,” Torin said when their mouths parted, his breathing ragged. “Your mouth…”
Rafe smirked. He pushed Torin gently aside and Damon pulled Jonah further back, reaching to grab the backs of his thighs. Jonah flushed when he realised how exposed his hole was, but Rafe’s eyes only flashed in anticipation.
Torin chuckled next to Jonah’s ear. He flicked one of the nipple clamps and Jonah hissed through his teeth. Finley let out a weak cry as he came again, then a whimper as Ez kept moving. Ez scraped his teeth over the back of Finley’s neck and murmured something in his ear.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Torin murmured, following Jonah’s gaze. “You want him to mess you up like that?”
Jonah did. Not tonight, though. He was already desperate; he didn’t think he’d survive something like that so soon.
“Yeah. Soon.”
Torin grinned and kissed him. His tongue slid into Jonah’s mouth just as Rafe’s slid over his rim, probing at his entrance. Jonah groaned, arching up as Rafe started to work the muscle inside, stretching him even further.
Damon stroked Jonah’s cock slowly and Torin teased his nipples, tugging on the clamps, as they kissed. Rafe pressed in closer, and Damon grunted as his tongue wriggled deeper.
Jonah tore his mouth away from Torin’s to suck in a breath. What did that feel like? Jonah knew he was like a vice around Damon, and add in Rafe’s tongue…
“More,” Damon growled. He grabbed Jonah’s chin, turning his head for an uncoordinated kiss.
Torin sucked marks down his throat, lips skimming Jonah’s collarbone.
Finley barely made a sound as he came again, and they all groaned when Ez did, his pleasure filling the room but stopping just short of making them all cum.
Rafe’s tongue withdrew, flicking over Jonah’s rim.
“Is he ready?” Ez asked.
He was suddenly much closer, and Jonah pulled back from Damon’s kiss to blink up at him. Ez had stripped at some point, and transformed, towering over all of them in his incubus form. His cock stood at attention, looking almost painfully hard despite all the attention Jonah knew he’d just received.
“As ready as he’ll ever be,” Rafe said. He winked and nipped Jonah’s inner thigh. “Make him cry, Ez.”
Jonah sucked in a surprised breath. He whined when he was pulled off Damon’s cock and manoeuvred to hands and knees in the centre of the bed. Damon tackled Rafe to the sheets next to him and Finley gave Jonah a faint grin, still flushed, eyes wet.
Ez stroked a hand over Jonah’s arse and Jonah heard the muffled sound of kissing behind him. “Wrap it around me,” Ez murmured, then let out a little grunt.
Jonah bit his lip. He wanted to look back, but he also wanted the surprise. He dug his fingers into the sheets.
“Finley,” Ez growled. Big hands settled on Jonah’s hips, and he felt the thick head of Ez’s cock settle against his sensitive hole. “Feed him your cock.”
Finley whimpered. He was hard, and Jonah wondered how much of that was his wolf and how much was Ez’s influence. “Ez…”
Ez snarled. The sound rippled up Jonah’s spine and pre-cum dripped onto the sheets. “On your knees, wolf,” he ordered. “We’re going to knot him from both ends.”
A bolt of lust shot through Jonah, and he knew it had nothing to do with Ez. Well, nothing to do with his incubus influence, at least.
Ez’s next words were smug. “He wants it,” he murmured, and Jonah nodded. Fuck, he did. His balls ached, and his cock was throbbing as much as his nipples were, but he wanted Finley’s cock in his mouth, wanted that knot stretching his lips as Ez stretched his arse.
“Fuck,” Finley muttered but shuffled forward on his knees anyway.
Next to Jonah, Damon had one big hand tight around his and Rafe’s cocks, Rafe jerking up into his grip. He grabbed one of Damon’s horns and Damon bucked against him, baring his teeth.
“Open up,” Finley said, voice hoarse. Jonah did, and as Finley fed him his cock, he felt Ez begin to push into his arse.
Ez and… Jonah’s eyes widened. Finley ran a hand through his hair. “You know what they’re doing, sweetheart?”
Jonah shook his head. Finley rocked his hips, pushing in a little deeper.
Ez burrowed deep, too, but there was something else, something that seemed to move against them both…
“Torin’s wrapped one of his tentacles around Ez’s cock,” Finley said. His pupils were blown as he watched them. “They’re both fucking you.”
Jonah groaned. The tentacle around Ez’s cock rippled against his inner walls, flicking against his prostate as Ez began to fuck him. Jonah grabbed the sheets tighter, shaking all over. He didn’t see how he was going to hold himself up.
Rafe snarled and Damon grunted, the slick sound of his hand moving faster. Finley tightened his grip on Jonah’s hair. His cock dragged over Jonah’s tongue, the velvet weight of it welcome. Jonah sucked gently, but even that was enough to make Finley gasp, hips jerking forward.
Jonah groaned again, the sound muffled. A growl bubbled up from Finley’s chest. “That’s what you want?”
Jonah nodded. Ez delivered a particularly hard thrust, shoving him forward, and when he choked, Finley growled again before he pulled his hips back.
Torin whimpered behind him. Rafe groaned out his release and Damon followed him a few seconds later. Jonah closed his eyes. His own arousal pulsed under his skin, cock so hard he thought it might explode.
“Give him what he wants,” Ez said. “You two, as well.”
Finley rocked his hips, gentle at first, but then Rafe pressed up against his side, breathing hard. He tightened his hand in Finley’s hair and yanked his head back, biting down the column of his throat. Finley howled, thrusting deeper, and Jonah groaned when he and Ez filled him at the same time.
Damon chuckled. He’d turned on his side and pressed a kiss to Jonah’s cheek. Jonah sucked in a breath when he reached out and teased his swollen nipples. His hand trailed up, teasing the edge of the collar before he gave it a little tug.
“Might see if Rafe will let us borrow these for our next chase,” he said against Jonah’s ear. His cock was hard against Jonah’s thigh. “I think I want to choke you with this pretty collar while I fuck you into the dirt.”
Jonah moaned. Torin did, too, but Finley was too distracted by Rafe to hear. Jonah was pretty sure Rafe was fucking him now, albeit slowly, nice and deep.
The tentacle inside Jonah flicked against his prostate again. He felt tears slide down his face, so totally used, and overwhelmed, but fuck, he didn’t ever want them to stop.
Ez’s powers pressed down around them, and Jonah knew they all felt it because they all groaned as one. Damon bit Jonah’s shoulder, where Rafe had, rutting his cock against Jonah’s thigh.
Finley’s thrusts were erratic like he couldn’t work out if he wanted to fill Jonah’s mouth or impale himself on Rafe’s cock. Torin’s pretty moans only made them all twitch and whine in response, but Jonah wanted to hear Ez, too.
He sucked hard on Finley’s length as he squeezed around Ez’s cock. Claws dug into his arse and Ez thrust in deeper, harder. Finley whined.
“Again,” Ez ground out.
Jonah squeezed again, and again, and fuck the cock ring, he thought he might cum anyway, but then Damon’s hand was there, fumbling it loose.
Jonah closed his eyes. They all moved together, slick and moaning in their desperation, and all at once, the dam burst.
Finley came first, shooting his load down Jonah’s throat. The base of his cock began to swell immediately, and Jonah panicked for a brief second before Damon licked over the shell of his ear. “Relax, pretty boy.”
He was next. Damon grunted, spilling against Jonah’s leg. Rafe came too, hips jerking erratically before he pressed close against Finley’s back.
Damon wrapped a hand around Jonah’s cock as Torin came, the tentacle inside Jonah twitching before it withdrew.
Jonah moaned. Ez still fucked him hard, but one touch from Damon, and he was nearly undone.
Still, he could last…
Ez chuckled darkly, pressing his thumb against Jonah’s rim. “Cum, Jonah.”
There was no disobeying an order like that. Pleasure flooded every nerve, crashing through Jonah like a wave he couldn’t hope to fight. His vision whited out at the edges as he shot load after load of cum onto the sheets, shaking all over.
He felt wet heat as Ez filled him, kept fucking him, and filled him again. Cum spilt out of him until Ez’s knot swelled too, and then they were all breathing hard, coming down from their pleasure highs.
Jonah’s limbs shook where he was holding himself up. Drool slid from the corners of his mouth and Damon stroked over his throat, where the head of Finley’s cock pressed.
“Fuck,” he muttered, and when Jonah glanced up, Rafe’s wide eyes looked back. Finley’s were closed, his legs faintly trembling where he held himself on his knees.
Jonah’s eyes slid shut again. He focused on his breathing, and hardly noticed as they all moved around him, Ez and Finley still in him as they shifted him onto his side.
“How long will it last?” Torin asked.
Fingers played with the clamps around Jonah’s nipples, then removed them. Someone fiddled with the collar like they wanted to remove that too, but Jonah let out a plaintive whimper, and it remained.
“An hour or so,” Ez said. Jonah knew he was still in his incubus form – he could feel claws on his hips – but he sounded sated in a way he hadn’t, before.
Jonah floated, only opening his eyes again when Finley whined, shifting his hips. His soft cock slipped from Jonah’s mouth, and then he shuffled around and was kissing Jonah almost desperately like he wanted to lick his own taste from Jonah’s mouth.
Jonah groaned. He pulled back from the kiss and massaged his jaw, but the ache from the strain was already beginning to fade.
“How do you feel?” Torin asked, lifting his head from where he was nestled behind Finley.
Jonah moved his hips, gasping when he realised he was still stuck on Ez’s knot. Ez chuckled, one possessive arm thrown around Jonah’s waist.
“Exhausted,” Jonah admitted.
Ez sat up with him when he moved, shifting Jonah onto his lap. Rafe and Damon were on his other side, and Rafe handed Jonah a bottle of water, helping him drink it when his arms shook.
“Get some rest, then,” Ez said when Jonah had drunk his fill. He teased one of Jonah’s still-sensitive nipples with his thumb. “We’ll all still be here when you wake.”
Jonah twisted as much as he was able, grabbing one of Ez’s horns to drag him closer for a kiss. It made Ez’s cock jerk in his arse and drew a groan from both of them.
When they parted, Ez slid a hand all the way down Jonah’s front, fondling his soft cock and his balls. Jonah gasped, arching up into the touch, but it was gone before he could react further.
“Rest,” Ez said against his ear. “I will have you all again when you wake.”
They shifted again. Jonah found himself sandwiched between Ez and Finley, with Torin at Finley’s back. Rafe reached a hand over Ez’s side to stroke Jonah’s hip, and Damon was pressed tightly against Rafe, one big hand on Rafe’s chest.
Jonah smiled, eyes fluttering shut as sleep came to claim him.
He’d never been more glad he’d answered an email in his life.