Chapter Six
Gatlin
As Viraj’s soft scent inundated Gatlin’s senses, he leaned in to their mate with soft nips at his neck and a wandering hand that slid down his back and lifted the hem of his shirt. “You will listen, and you will accept what I say as truth.”
Viraj made no move, frozen like a bunny in the sights of a hawk. One move would draw the predator’s wrath.
Gatlin traced fingers along Viraj’s silken neck, tips brushing the sparse hairs that he grew, never a full beard.
When his fingertips touched Viraj’s chin, he tilted the male’s head up and captured his mouth in a kiss that he’d intended to be soft and gentle, but nothing ever could be so sweet with Viraj.
He needed a heavy hand and certain words, or nothing else would do.
He craved to be as submissive as any Dette had ever been trained to be in his father’s forsaken harem.
Hot tongues slid back and forth, their lips warm and slick as Gatlin intensified his grip and bit, coming down on Viraj’s lip to make him curl and whimper in ecstasy. A soft rumble of pleasure eked from Gatlin’s throat. “Are you listening, now, brat?”
Viraj gave a grudging nod, swallowing hard behind swollen lips and shaking breath.
Gatlin drew his lips along Viraj’s cheek and leaned in to whisper over his ear, fingers tracing his back and dipping suggestively low, toying with his waistband. “Are you wet for me?”
A single, shaking nod.
“So wet I could pin you to this floor and have my way with you and let Teige have you next?” Gatlin nipped Viraj’s earlobe, earning a soft cry of submissive pleasure.
“Alright. Now, be a good boy and listen while I have your attention.” Gatlin ran his nose over the gold adorning their mate’s ear before swallowing down his nerves, tamping down his reticence to tell Viraj the truth. “You are our Dette.”
Viraj closed his eyes tightly, swallowing hard. The feral scent of his rising lust had Gatlin on a razor’s edge of going through with the threat to take him right there on the dusty floor.
“I wish that were true.” The tiniest voice Gatlin had ever heard tumbled from Viraj’s lips, a quiver hidden in his very soul at the admission.
“It is. Truly. Gaspard’s examination said you were Hijada only by way of your blood not containing enough of one thing or another. Loaded down with enough nestblossom… things might be different.” Gatlin licked the rim of Viraj’s ear as a broken sob parted his lips.
“But my dragon has spines and—”
“I’ve seen hens crow before.” Gatlin’s dragon snarled in his head, demanding he rut his mate into any state other than the misery before him. “Stranger things have happened. Only Dettes get slick.”
Viraj opened his mouth to argue and froze when Gatlin slid his hand down the back of his pants and curled searching fingers until they met their goal, grazing a pool of slick and pliant flesh. “But I’m Hijada!”
The wail of Viraj’s helpless voice didn’t hold the horror Gatlin thought.
“A little of one chemical too much, another too little. Enough nestblossom can work miracles, I’m told.” Gatlin rucked Viraj’s pants down, pressing him down against the mostly swept floor. Viraj’s back bowed, and a startled cry and shudder made Gatlin pause.
“Cold!” Viraj twisted and Gatlin took advantage of the shift of his hips to press two curling fingers against his slickened hole. The cry of shock turned into a grunt of need in an instant. “Don’t tease. Please.”
“Never.” Gatlin’s voice cracked as he plunged his fingers in and curled them, inching his digits back and forth with practiced ease that made Viraj croon. “I will fuck you. Teige will fuck you. And, you are our Dette.”
Viraj winced at the statement and flinched, breath heavy. “Hijada.”
“You’re laying here, slick as anything, begging for a cock, even after a doctor has given his final say, you want to argue?
” Gatlin plunged a third finger in as he loosened, circling them with fervor.
He’d need a fourth to take Gatlin, but he’d be miserably slick and dripping by the time Teige was ready.
So, when Gatlin glanced up and leveled his gaze at Teige’s groin, there was no disappointment. He was ready.
“Why—how?” Viraj’s chest heaved as his body squirmed, his thrashing thrilling for Gatlin—a struggle against his own desires.
So, with little hesitation, Gatlin gave him that fourth finger and rubbed his hips against Viraj’s lifted thigh.
When the rigid length of Gatlin’s cock throbbed, he twisted his fingers and relished the squelch of ample slick.
“We thought—Hijada.” Teige cleared his throat, clear shame written across his face.
“Neither of us have ever spent much time around a Dette, nor have we ever been with one. You’re the only Dette that ever will hold that honor, whether we knew it or not.” Gatlin curled his fingers and earned a rough sigh of pleasure. Still, amid the pleasure of his features mired the obvious doubt.
Viraj closed his eyes and angled himself to be receptive, slick hole ready for Gatlin’s cock as it always was.
With a strike of zipper and a flustered gesture, Gatlin moved to mount Viraj’s prone and curled form, tangled in his clothing enough to be restrained. Even if he was slick, Gatlin sought consent, despite Viraj playing a reluctant partner at times. “Yes?”
Viraj nodded once, cutting off a strangled cry as Gatlin slid his fingers free.
As a caring partner, Gatlin didn’t leave him empty and wanting for long.
With a few strokes of his cock, he leaned in and guided his girth home, sheathing himself within Viraj’s tight depths.
Bless dragon healing. After a few days, he always whimpered and clenched like his first time.
Strangling heat sucked Gatlin in, and he rocked his hips, filling Viraj deeper than any male ever had, and ever would. “I love you.”
Viraj arched his back and pressed his cheeks flush to Gatlin’s lap, begging for a knot.
Between the days it’d been since they’d last fucked, the nestblossom coursing through Viraj’s blood, permeating every fluid of his body, and the newfound knowledge that Viraj was their little misplaced Dette, something had Gatlin wielding little control over his dragon.
It writhed in his mind, tapping into his very thought and biology.
“Oh boy,” Teige snorted. “He’s on one, Vivi. Want me to smack him off you?”
“If you even try, I swear to the goddess I will—” Viraj choked as Gatlin slammed home and snarled possessively.
Blood flooded Gatlin’s cock, plumping it, growing to stretch Viraj to his limit, each groaning thrust he made becoming more lewd, wet and sordid than the last. A growl curled in Gatlin’s throat. “I will breed you, omega.”
Gatlin was no expert at dirty talk, nor was he a particularly rough lover, but his dragon was. And it could be said their relationship was a throuple, a triad, any number of things, but Gatlin’s dragon made a fourth rare partner to their lust.
“Oh fuck, please.” Viraj’s choked whimper trembled to the tune of every deep thrust Gatlin rocked his hips to complete. Every slap of flesh to flesh promised bruises and marks.
“My mark is on your ass, omega. You’re mine.
Ours. Our mate is watching. Tell him how good it feels.
” Gatlin let his human mind take a back seat as the spirit rode his human form from the inside, tapping something deep and sordid within himself.
After all, a dragon was much bigger on the inside than a man.
Viraj turned his head, lips wet with saliva as he panted out broken words. “G-good. So—so deep. I’m…”
Viraj’s hand darted down to grasp his cock, but Teige moved forward, eyes aflame with his own dragon taking perverse interest. It didn’t matter what Gatlin did, Teige would finish it. They’d fill him with cum until he could take no more, forcing a dragon’s full, unsuppressed load into him.
With a quick gesture, Teige had his fly open, cock hard and dripping. “That’s our cock to touch, Viraj. If you must touch one, you’ll see to mine.”
Viraj sobbed with absolute misery at the denial, but his growing wetness increased. Obediently, he reached out an eager hand to get the best grasp he could on Teige’s cock. Teige, as if sensing the awkward posture, braced himself at an angle.
Gatlin intended to stroke his dripping cock, and he did with a fervent reach. Teige rumbled with pleasure, his own dragon tempted out to play by Gatlin’s. “That’s right, mate.”
Viraj let loose a strangled cry as Gatlin’s hips increased speed, strength shaking their sturdy omega to the core. Despite the strength, he held composure, Viraj gripping Teige’s cock to obediently stroke.
“Teige.” Gatlin’s breathy voice sawed out as he manhandled Viraj onto all fours and hooked a finger into his cheek to pull his mouth open, saliva coating his lips. “Spitroast.”
Teige gave a groan as Viraj struggled, hips rotating and rolling to match Gatlin’s thrusts.
Viraj winced and choked when Teige wasted no time in knocking his hands away and bringing his beautiful cock to Viraj’s mouth to push the flared, pink crown in with little resistance.
Love had been there at one point, but it had left the moment Viraj condemned their actions and threatened their mate bond over jealousy for an omega they’d never search for again.
Gatlin didn’t have to see Viraj’s face to know that familiar look of horror, terror, and surrender melting into what it truly was: veiled desire.
Teige thrusted his hips forward in inching little circles, working his way into Viraj’s familiar mouth. A warm chuckle broke Teige’s concentration as he looked to Gatlin, a familiar habit of seeking his confirmation; he got just that with a shrug. “Who pulls out?”
Viraj trembled as Teige eased in, that telltale point where his cock bumped the back of their mate’s throat.
Gatlin, though, spoke and snarled, fingertips so close to becoming claws as he held Viraj tight. “None of us.”