Chapter Three
Jonah followed Torin into the bathroom, eyes widening at what he found. It was as large a space as the bedroom, with a sunken bath built into the floor and already full of warm, lightly scented water.
“Torin, what—”
Torin cut him off with another deep kiss. Jonah didn’t mind. He ran his hands greedily over Torin’s shoulders, down his arms, and when he started working on the buttons of his shirt, Torin laughed into his mouth.
Jonah paused, but Torin bit his lower lip and grabbed Jonah’s wrists, pulling him closer.
“I didn’t say stop,” he said against Jonah’s mouth.
Jonah groaned, and they kissed again as Jonah got Torin’s shirt unfastened, pushing it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Torin tugged at the hem of Jonah’s shirt, and soon they were both naked from the waist up, pressed tightly together.
“I’m going to fuck you in that tub,” Torin said, hand sliding down the back of Jonah’s unfastened jeans to palm his arse. “And out of it, probably.”
“Yeah, okay,” Jonah muttered. He’d agree to anything, he knew that. Maybe he should be concerned by how quickly each of these men had got under his skin, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
Especially not when Torin stroked over his hole, applying just enough pressure to make Jonah gasp.
Torin tugged Jonah’s jeans down and then Jonah was standing there naked as Torin looked him over with greedy eyes. Jonah reached for the waistband of Torin’s trousers, but Torin caught his hands.
“Get in,” he said.
Jonah hesitated for only a second before he did as he was told. He heard fabric hit the floor behind him. By the time he turned to look, Torin was sliding into the tub alongside him, pressing up against Jonah’s back.
It was more pool-sized than Jonah had thought – or, at least, it was deeper than it had first appeared. Jonah could stand and keep his head above the water, but only just, and when Torin wrapped a hand around his cock, he nearly went under.
Torin grabbed his hip and breathed a laugh into his ear. “Steady, now,” he said. “Hold on to the edge.”
Jonah did as he was told. Sharp teeth scraped down the side of his throat as Torin stroked him, his hand surprisingly slick. Jonah turned his head, spotting a bottle of lube next to where they’d climbed in. Torin nipped his earlobe.
“Have you worked out what I am yet?”
“No,” Jonah said. Torin squeezed his cock hard, and he let out a choked moan. He was as hard as he’d been in the bedroom, but was Torin really going to get him off like this?
“You’ll get there.” Torin’s cock pressed against Jonah’s arse. It felt… normal, but then, Jonah supposed Damon’s did too unless he’d transformed.
Fingers pressed against his lips and Jonah opened his mouth, sucking on the digits. He groaned when Torin pressed against his tongue, slowly forcing his mouth open. Torin moaned in response, his cock sliding along Jonah’s cleft when he shifted his hips.
“Such a good, pretty slut,” he murmured. “The things you’d let us do to you… It’s good the others haven’t worked it out yet.”
Jonah whined. Torin kept stroking his thumb over the head of his cock on every pass, and Jonah knew he was close. Torin pushed his fingers deeper. When Jonah gagged, he growled and bit down on Jonah’s shoulder.
“I don’t know whether I want to fuck your mouth or make you get on your knees here and suck me off. Are you good at holding your breath, Jonah?”
Jonah shook his head, though his cock had twitched when Torin had said it.
“You like that, don’t you?” Torin murmured. He slowed his stroking, fucking his fingers in and out of Jonah’s mouth. “You like the danger of it. Of us. We could all tear you apart and you’d beg us for more, little slut you are.”
Jonah moaned. He was shaking and knew it was only Torin holding him up. Torin growled, pressing his hips harder against Jonah’s arse as he rubbed his cock against Jonah’s hole.
“You trip all our instincts, Jonah,” he said lowly, darkly. “Making Finley want to knot you. Damon chase you. Fuck, even Rafe… He wants to collar you, keep you open for him, for all of us.”
He pulled his fingers out of Jonah’s mouth all of a sudden and spun him around, kissing Jonah with a ferocity that took his breath away. Jonah clung to him, trembling all over. He was so close, but he didn’t want this to stop, didn’t want Torin to…
“What about you?” Jonah asked. His voice came out raspy, and he thought it would only get worse if Torin had his way.
“What about me?”
Jonah traced his hands over Torin’s muscular chest, marvelling at the feeling of him under his fingers. His skin almost shimmered, and when Jonah stroked his nipple, it hardened under his touch.
“What instincts do I trip for you?”
Torin growled. He hemmed Jonah in, one hand on either side of his shoulders. His eyes reminded Jonah of the sea, stormy as they were, and his cock stiffened even as a trickle of fear ran down his spine.
“I want to drag you down to the bottom of the ocean and keep you there forever. I want to fuck you there, only let you up to catch your breath before I pull you down again.”
Jonah shivered. Torin leaned in, licking the shell of Jonah’s ear before he continued.
“I want to lay you out and tell you every filthy thing I’d do to you – anyone has ever wanted to do to you – until you cum just from the sound of my voice in your ear. I want to hear the music of you begging, desperate for something only I can give you.”
He leaned back and Jonah stared at him for a moment before he surged forward. Torin met his kiss, growling into it, and when he pressed forward, Jonah hitched his legs up, wrapping his thighs around Torin’s hips. Their cocks pressed together under the water, and they both moaned.
“Yes,” Jonah breathed between desperate kisses. “Any of that. All of it, fuck, Torin…”
“Turn around,” Torin demanded.
Jonah untangled his legs from around Torin’s hips, bracing his forearms on the edge of the tub. Torin was gone for a second, but then he was back, and two slick fingers pressed against Jonah’s hole.
“Yes,” Jonah begged. “Yes, Torin, I can take it, please…”
A groan tore itself from his throat as Torin pushed his fingers inside. The initial burn was brief, overpowered by the need still pulsing through Jonah’s veins. Torin pressed up against him again, nipping Jonah’s earlobe.
“Such pretty sounds you make for me,” he said. His voice sent a jolt to Jonah’s cock, and Jonah moaned again.
He couldn’t help it. Every word out of Torin’s mouth was drenched in sex and seduction and had Jonah wanting to hand himself over if Torin would only keep talking to him.
Two fingers became three. Every so often, Torin brushed Jonah’s prostate, making him whine and desperately push back against Torin.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Jonah whined. He looked over his shoulder at Torin, who leaned forward and kissed him hungrily.
“Do you want my cock, Jonah?” Torin murmured. “Do you want me to fill you?”
“Torin!”
Torin chuckled darkly. He withdrew his fingers and spread Jonah’s cheeks before he lined up his cock.
Jonah threw his head back with a groan as Torin pushed inside.
He couldn’t tell if there was anything different about Torin’s cock, but he didn’t care.
He just needed to be full, needed to have Torin hold him down and take him.
Sharp teeth traced over the nape of his neck. Jonah shivered, clenching around Torin, which made him groan in turn.
“Jonah,” Torin warned.
“Fuck me!”
Torin growled but pulled back before he slammed home again. Water splashed against the edge of the tub and Jonah was pushed up onto his tiptoes, but with Torin’s arm strong around his waist, he didn’t care. He just had to take it; it was all he wanted to do.
Torin’s hand took hold of Jonah’s cock, and Jonah whimpered at the slick heat of his grip. He took no mercy; he stroked Jonah hard and fast, and Jonah writhed in his grip, so close…
Torin let go of Jonah’s cock and Jonah cried out, shaking his head. “Torin – Torin, no, I need to – Please…”
Torin thrust in deep, cock brushing against Jonah’s prostate before he went still. He was breathing hard, and Jonah was sure he felt Torin’s legs tremble.
“You want to see what’s so special about me, don’t you?”
Jonah looked back at him again. He looked wild, almost ethereal, with his hair damp and in disarray, his eyes dark and lips pulled back in something that was almost a snarl.
“Yes,” Jonah said, nodding desperately.
“Good boy,” Torin said. He pulled out and Jonah whimpered at the loss. “Get up on the edge of the tub and show me that hole I’m about to ruin.”