Chapter Nine #2
Viraj pulled himself off, chest heaving. He reached for Gatlin, face flushed and gleaming with perspiration. “Kiss me, Drake.”
Gatlin obliged, leaning in as their tongues entwined while Viraj pulled him back, inviting him to mount him face-to-face.
“Please!” Viraj panted and cried for it, letting Gatlin line his still-hard cock up to go again. Just the one, their bodies undulating, pillows rustling, Teige watching nearby with fire in those blue eyes.
“Hurry up, Gatlin. Our mate needs me, too.” Teige rumbled with unmasked desire.
Gatlin snarled, bracing his arms possessively. His hips pistoned, flesh slapping flesh as he ground deep into Viraj. Breed. Seed. Eggs. Mine. Clutch. Want.
Viraj clawed at Gatlin’s chest, pulled at his hair, and screamed with pleasure, legs hooking over his hips to secure his mate against him with hungry snarls demanding more, harder, until he hissed and cringed, cum shooting up his stomach as tears trailed his cheeks.
And in that broken, fucked-out mess of a moment, Gatlin’s knot swelled, sealing him to Viraj with a perfect moment of bliss that seemed to quell his need.
But it didn’t last.
As soon as Gatlin’s knot softened, Viraj nearly kicked him off, scrambling to pounce on Teige with frustrated whimpers, slick ass leaking.
Gatlin scrambled to the edge of the nest and fished in a series of drawers they’d had installed and secured a bottle of lube.
Cum and slick could only go so far, and he raced in to drizzle lube over Teige’s firming cock.
Teige hissed and sighed at the sensation, grumbling until Viraj had what he was after, guiding cock to hole to ride Teige once more, desperate to pin the male down and have what he wanted. Feral.
Viraj was a responsive lover, but never a forward one. He took pleasure and lavished in attention, receiving, loving being played like an instrument. But in whatever storm he’d managed to work himself into at that moment? He was an animal, desperate and hungry, wanting to be filled and fucked.
“If you roll over, Teige, I’ll fuck you while you fuck hi—” Gatlin offered, squeezing a dollop of lube into his hand to stroke his half-hard cock.
“No!” Viraj glanced over his shoulder, face wild and desperate, hair stringy with sweat. “Mine. Only…”
Do not waste seed. Gatlin’s dragon gave a snarl of warning.
Even still… Gatlin crawled his way over. “What if I promise not to spill a drop in Teige?”
Teige whined, his face reddening. He obviously wanted it.
Viraj slowed his pace, his cunning beast pacing behind his glowing gaze. He rolled his hips once then twice, face twisted into a sneer that ebbed as he locked his thighs and rolled, tugging Teige atop him.
Gatlin spied his mate, his smooth back, the field of freckles over wide shoulders. Narrow hips, dimpled buttocks, and firm lightly haired thighs invited Gatlin in to drizzle lube and spread the glistening liquid over his tight hole. “I’ll make Teige cum so much for you, Vivi.”
“Do it. Please.” A desperate whisper preceded a groan of pleasure from Viraj’s lips.
Teige arched his back, keeping a gentle pace while Gatlin worked around him, sliding a fingertip into his tight hole with a gentle twist. Gatlin knew Teige and his preferences, gliding that single finger in and out with ease.
A second finger stretched him a little, the pink of his hole gliding like velvet, slick with heat, tempting Gatlin to nuzzle right above the cleft of his ass.
And he did, leaning down to kiss his dimples, working carefully around his motions to keep Viraj sated.
Two fingers curled, Gatlin searching out Teige’s prostate for a circular rub, his pulse hot and heavy through the gland. Without even thinking, Gatlin added a third finger, flexing and spreading them to soften Teige as the slick noises grew from all angles. “Ready for me, Teige? Vivi?”
Teige gave a drunken nod, and Viraj only responded with a shiver and croon of pleasure.
With an invitation like that, Gatlin found it hard to refuse.
He guided his cock in hand, the leaking tip gliding across his already-slick fingers.
He pulled his fingers free of Gatlin’s hole and pushed, working the tip of his cock in.
From there, Gatlin sheathed himself in and wriggled his hips, halting Teige’s motions while he made himself comfortable.
As Viraj noticed, protesting with a growl, Gatlin found his center and moved.
Gatlin couldn’t resist as his dragon rumbled with delight in compromise. They spoke as one. “Make no mistake, Teige. I’d breed you, too, if I could.”
The dirty talk did nothing for him. Teige was ambivalent about being bred or Gatlin’s threats, but Viraj loved it. So, as Teige shivered, Gatlin slammed his hips, pushing Teige deep and set a punishing pace as best he could.
Things were wet. Clumsy. Slippery. Gatlin sought pleasure for himself, while Teige followed blindly and Viraj came unabashedly, streaks of tapped spend glistening over his chest like milky diamonds.
Harder. That was what Viraj wanted. More. The Dette didn’t know what he truly wanted, though. His dragon did. His dragon wanted cum, wanted knots, wanted bruises from a punishing fuck. He wanted a full belly, a womb basted with their seed.
Would blanks come of it? Gatlin didn’t know.
Gaspard hadn’t gotten their hopes up that Viraj would be fertile, but their dragons had. They demanded eggs, a full nest, more pups than any other.
Gatlin would give them to him if it was the last thing he did.
Teige and Viraj locked together with a snarl and moan of pleasure.
His insides sucked and begged Gatlin to knot, but he pulled out, keeping his cockhead against Teige’s gland to stimulate him, but nothing more.
The pain of holding back had his dragon pacing, as desperate to fuck as Teige had been not minutes ago.
So, when they separated, Gatlin rolled Viraj to his front, mounted him, and thrusted. Barely a half dozen strokes along and Viraj clamped down over Gatlin’s surging cock.
Cum flooded, not the lewd amounts of his ornery dragon attempting to ride the mating session. Not the punishing pace of lust or the bliss of their love. This was breeding.
And as Gatlin settled over Viraj with a shaking rumble of satisfaction, he knew one thing for certain.
Viraj had been bred.