Chapter Two
Jonah took the stairs two at a time up to the next floor. His heart hammered against his ribs, and it had nothing to do with the sudden burst of exercise.
He wanted Ez. Wanted him as much as he wanted the others – and that desire still ran through him, even after having had fun with the three of them so far.
Walking slower, Jonah made his way up to the fourth floor. His impression of Torin so far was of someone less dominant than the others. He was taller than Jonah, but not bulging with muscles the way Damon or Finley were.
When he stepped out onto the landing, Torin was waiting for him. He was leaning in a doorway, and his lips curved into a small smile.
God, but he was pretty. His eyes sparkled as he looked Jonah over, and he pushed back a blonde curl that had fallen into his face.
“I thought you might not come,” he said. His voice was as light as it had been before, almost musical in its tone. Jonah crossed the distance between them without a thought.
“No, I – Sorry. I needed to talk to Ez about what we’re gonna do after…”
He trailed off. Torin’s smile never faltered, though he reached out and stroked his thumb over Jonah’s chin. “And what do you want to do, Jonah?”
“I want to come back.”
“Good boy,” Torin said, and Jonah was sure he didn’t miss the shiver the words elicited. He took Jonah’s hand, pulling him into the room. “Come in, come in. We’re going to have fun.”
Jonah didn’t doubt it. The room was similar to the others he’d seen so far, and after his time with Rafe, he was beginning to believe that they all lived in this building.
There were items scattered around that gave it away, and Jonah wandered as Torin let go of his hand, crossing the room to pick up the case.
There was only one toy remaining. Torin held the case out and Jonah took it, running his fingers over the thick strands that seemed to surround the dildo’s shaft. It was as thick as Rafe’s had been, the strands making it a struggle for Jonah to get his hand around.
He swallowed hard, stroking the toy with his thumb. “It’s…”
Torin grinned again. “You’ve seen Ez’s other toys. They’re very true to life.”
Yeah, that was true. God, people were gonna go nuts over these.
“Tell me something, Jonah,” Torin said. He’d moved again and was sitting on the bed, legs spread wide. His gaze was hungry, and Jonah was sure, when he smiled, that his teeth were sharper than they’d been before.
“Tell you… what?”
“How far did they go with you? Finley and Damon? Did they give you everything you wanted?”
Jonah nodded. Torin beckoned him, and he moved closer. When he was within reach, Torin grabbed him by the hips, pulling him forward so Jonah was straddling his lap. Jonah gasped. He let go of the dildo and it fell onto the bed, bouncing once before it was still.
Torin skimmed his lips up Jonah’s throat. “Tell me what you wanted, Jonah,” he crooned. “Did you want Finley’s knot?”
Heat flooded Jonah’s face. “Yes,” he managed. “It was… I’ve never…”
“Not many humans have taken a knot before,” Torin said, agreeing. “Not many could. Did you beg for it?”
Had he? Probably. One of Torin’s hands skimmed over Jonah’s arse, squeezing through the threadbare denim of his jeans.
“And what about Damon?”
“He… I… We went to the labyrinth. I had to run.”
Torin leaned back, eyes travelling over Jonah’s face. “Did you like it?”
Jonah bit the inside of his cheek. He nodded.
“You liked it when he pushed you into the dirt and took you?” Torin didn’t seem to be expecting an answer. “Liked it when his cock started to swell and fill you to bursting?”
“Yes,” Jonah said. It came out as a whisper.
Torin rolled his hips. Jonah gasped again, reaching out to clutch at his biceps. He might not be built like Damon, but that one touch told Jonah he was solid muscle, and he fought a groan.
“You liked it when Rafe fucked you too,” Torin said, “But then, we all did. You like being a good boy for us monsters, don’t you?”
Jonah squeezed his eyes shut as his face flamed. Heat rushed through him, his cock stiffening in his jeans. It wasn’t just the words – something about Torin’s voice lit his every nerve alight.
“Yes,” he said finally, when the silence had dragged on too long.
“Good,” Torin said. He licked the shell of Jonah’s ear, and when he bit down on his earlobe, his teeth were needle-sharp.
“What… What are you going to do to me?”
Torin huffed out a laugh. He kissed along Jonah’s jaw. “Hmm, I have a lot of plans. It relies on you. I need to know what you like. What you don’t like.”
Jonah whined. He tried to move his hips, but Torin held him in place as he leaned back.
“I like everything,” Jonah said.
Torin laughed again at that, though it wasn’t dismissive. “No,” he said. “I mean it, Jonah. What do you like?”
“I – I don’t—”
Torin moved suddenly, and Jonah found himself flat on his back on the bed, his wrists pinned above his head. Jonah shifted, but he couldn’t get free from Torin’s grip, and it sent another bolt of heat through him.
“You like that,” Torin said. “You like it when we move you where we want you.”
Jonah nodded. Torin’s knees rested on either side of his hips. Jonah tried to push up against him, but Torin laughed, and one hand landed on Jonah’s chest, holding him easily in place.
“You liked it when Rafe spanked you, too. Is that what you’re after?”
“No,” Jonah said. He groaned. “Torin, I just—”
“Oh, we’ll get there, don’t worry.” Torin tugged up the bottom of Jonah’s shirt, fingers moving slowly over his skin. “I know you like it when we tell you what a good boy you are.”
Jonah closed his eyes. His cheeks felt hot. Yes, he did, and it wasn’t something he’d explored before he’d come here.
Torin leaned over him, thumb stroking over Jonah’s nipple. “Such a good, desperate boy for us,” he murmured. His voice wrapped around Jonah’s mind, going straight to his cock. “Such a pretty monster slut in my bed.”
Jonah’s eyes flew open again as a groan spilt from his throat. Torin’s smile was wicked.
“Oh, is that it?” He licked up Jonah’s throat again, nipping at his jaw. “You want to be a good boy, but that’s not always what you are, is it?”
“Torin…”
“No, when you come here… Ez got you in with the toys, but what if he’d just sent them all home with you?”
What if he had? What if the testing had just been… that?
Jonah swallowed. He would have missed out on meeting any of them.
“Torin, I—”
“I’ve got you,” Torin murmured. He leaned down and rocked their hips together, making Jonah gasp again. “And we’re so glad you came here, Jonah. None of us thought you’d be like this.”
“Like what?”
Torin smiled. He kissed Jonah’s cheek and pressed his lips against Jonah’s ear. “Desperate for us. For me. Ready to spread yourself open for anything we want, absolutely needing to take us. You have been a good boy, Jonah, but that’s not what I want from you.”
Jonah’s breath caught in his throat. He was so close, so ready to cum, but it was as though Torin’s pause was a grip around the base of his cock, holding him in place.
“What do you want?” he asked, voice breathy.
“Everything,” Torin said.
He kissed Jonah and when Jonah moaned into his mouth, immediately surrendering, Torin let go of Jonah’s wrists and wrestled his jeans open. He took Jonah’s cock in a firm grip and Jonah writhed beneath him, whining at the slick sound as Torin stroked him.
Torin sucked on Jonah’s tongue, stroking him faster. He tore his mouth away and Jonah tasted copper, which made him moan.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Torin hissed. He buried his face in Jonah’s throat and when Jonah felt him leave a bruise, he whined, hips thrusting up into Torin’s grip.
“That’s it,” Torin murmured. “Do you want to cum, Jonah?”
“Yes!”
Torin grinned. He flicked his thumb over the head of Jonah’s cock. “You don’t want to wait until I’m inside you?”
Jonah gripped the sheets tightly. He did. He wanted to see what Torin’s cock looked like, wanted it in his mouth, his arse…
“Torin…”
“You don’t want me to fill you with my cock? Fuck you until you scream, or have you bounce on it like the little slut you are?”
Jonah gasped out a moan. He was so close – every word Torin spoke put new images in his head and pushed him closer to the edge.
“Yes, I want it, Torin, please—”
Torin let go. Jonah let out a startled cry, but Torin pinned him before he could move.
He lay there, staring up at Torin, breathing hard. Jonah’s cock was still rock-hard, pre-cum sliding down his length.
“What are you…?”
Torin grinned. His eyes seemed to be a kaleidoscope of colours, and his skin had taken on something like a shimmer.
“You said you wanted me to fill you with my cock,” Torin said. “Come on. If I’m going to fuck you senseless, it’s not going to be in here.”