27. Justin
Justin
S ebastian was bouncing with excitement, but Justin wasn’t willing to complete the bond in the common area where any random vampire could walk in. He didn’t know what mating entailed for witches and gargoyles, but for vampires it meant drinking blood and having hot sex. Stuff that needed privacy.
Justin led them through the halls of the covenhouse to his apartment.
They walked in silence, the desire throbbing between them like an extra heart.
Sebastian had been in Justin’s bed a couple of hours ago, but it was new for Pavel.
The gargoyle glanced around at the spare furnishings as they headed toward the bedroom.
“If you want, the two of you can live with me…” Pavel said.
Now that his opposition had dissolved, Pavel’s attitude had changed. His signature confidence didn’t disappear, per se, but there was a sheepishness that only made the gargoyle sexier.
“It’s big enough for the three of us. I have a king-sized bed,” Pavel continued, his voice as low and rumbling as always, but soft now, gentle. “If that’s something the two of you want. To live together. Just because we’re mates doesn’t mean?—”
“I don’t care where we live,” Justin replied. The certainty in his words surprised him. Everything was so clear to him now they had Pavel back from his stone form. “I want us to be together.”
Pavel glanced at Sebastian, who shrugged. “I live in a two-bedroom apartment with three other people, so I’ll be there tomorrow morning with my suitcase. If I’m going to be stuffed in a tiny apartment with other people, I want those other people to be my mates.”
A small smile spread across Pavel’s face. “Settled, then.”
Justin grabbed one hand each and pulled his mates to the bed.
He pushed Pavel down into a prone position, straddling him and grinding against his gargoyle mate’s naked cock.
A fire burned in him, a need to feel his skin against theirs.
As he attacked Pavel’s mouth, nibbling and sucking on the man’s sweet lips, Sebastian’s long arms surrounded him.
First came the witch’s soft kisses on his neck. He shivered at the feather-soft touch of those lips. Once Sebastian’s hardness grazed his ass, he couldn’t help but groan. These men were everything.
As Pavel tugged at one of his nipples, Justin found himself speeding toward climax without even taking his dick out.
He broke off the kisses and deftly slid out from between them.
Sebastian collapsed down into the space he vacated and started his own assault on Pavel, lips and fingers moving all over the maestro, who gripped the witch hard, keeping him prisoner. A sexy, sexy prisoner .
“Wait,” Justin said, giving Seb a little push. Sebastian looked up, a pout forming on his lips.
“I don’t wanna.”
Justin rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but reach out and caress his witch’s face.
“I don’t know anything about mating you two. What do we need to do?”
“Oh!” Sebastian stretched his long arms out over his head, his ropy muscles flexing as he did. “Well, for me, it’ll just happen. I’ll send some energy through the bond, and a mating mark will appear. Almost like a tattoo. All you have to do is accept it.”
“Okay.” Justin looked back and forth between his mates. “I’ll need to drink from you both, and you’ll ingest some of my blood. Not much. A drop or two.”
“I’m looking forward to that one!” Sebastian bounced and smacked Pavel on his naked stomach. “I’ve heard it feels amazing to get bitten by your mate.”
“That’s what they say,” Justin said, suddenly feeling a bit shy.
He made eye contact with Pavel, who had rolled onto his side, resting his head on his elbow.
He was the only one fully naked, and Justin couldn’t look away from the gargoyle’s half-hard erection, plump and pretty and surrounded by fine dark hair.
“I’ll… Well, gargoyles are different. We’ll need to wait until afterwards because I’ll need to shift.”
Justin nodded, and Sebastian crossed his arms and looked at the two of them with a challenge in his eyes.
“Is that all? Can we get to it? We have a lot of missed opportunities to make up for.”
Pavel laughed at Sebastian’s words, and Justin swore it was the first time he’d ever heard the man truly let go. A warmth sprang up in his chest at the sound. Justin reached out and took Pavel’s face in his two hands, bestowing upon him a gentle, almost chaste kiss.
Then he buried his face in Pavel’s armpit. The gargoyle’s musk was intoxicating, clean earth and sweat. Pavel wrapped his arms around Justin, kissing him on the top of his head.
It was muffled, seeing as Justin’s ears were deep in the perfect nook, but Pavel spoke words that made Justin tremble in anticipation. A question, directed toward Sebastian.
“Will you take me?” Pavel asked, a slight tremor in his voice. Justin pulled his head away to look into his mates’ faces.
When they’d last had sex, the three had naturally fallen into the roles Justin had expected, based on personality. He loved bottoming, and he’d wanted Pavel to fuck him so badly. Which the gargoyle had done and done well. So he was a little surprised at the man’s words.
Sebastian, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear.
“It would be my pleasure. We can both fuck you, if you’d like.”
Pavel turned to Justin, who shook his head. A tiny shock of anxiety reared up inside of him, the worry that his mates wouldn’t accept him as he was. He quashed it as he spoke up. “I will if you absolutely need it, but I’m really a bottom.”
“You never have to do something you don’t want to on my account,” Pavel said, winking at Justin then locking his hungry eyes on Sebastian. “The witch should be enough.”
“The witch, huh?” Sebastian bared his teeth, then wrapped a hand around Pavel’s jaw with some force. “You’d better be careful. Especially if I’m going to be topping you. I don’t tolerate disobedience in my bottoms.”
Justin shivered at Sebastian’s words. They made him want to turn around and present his ass to Sebastian in submission. Pavel, however, shot Sebastian a white-hot glare, and Justin’s breath caught at the intensity of it.
“Get on all fours,” Sebastian growled, sliding up to the head of the bed and slipping off his loose sweatpants. His long dick was at attention now, hard and dripping precum, matching Pavel’s thicker erection, which bounced against the bedding as he got into place.
“Justin, prep him.”
Having lost himself in watching his mates, Justin jumped up and rifled through a dresser drawer until he found a bottle of lube. Thank God he’d recently restocked. He brought it over to the bed and stood between Pavel’s feet, his gorgeous, muscular ass coming up almost to Justin’s chest.
“Oh, you like to be in charge?” Pavel asked Sebastian tauntingly in his rich bass voice.
“If you’re going to be a brat, you can use my cock as a gag,” Sebastian retorted, pushing Pavel down with his right hand. Justin froze, unable to tear himself away from the sight of Pavel’s head moving up and down as Sebastian’s head flew back, eyes squeezed shut and jaw dropped in silent ecstasy.
He and Sebastian remembered what he was supposed to be doing at the same moment.
“Get to work,” Sebastian commanded through clenched teeth, his hand still resting on Pavel’s head.
Justin’s hands found the two perfect globes, squeezing and massaging them as he did. In a flash of mischief, he spread them open, exposing Pavel’s dark pucker, and blew a quick blast of cold air across it.
Pavel’s whole body shook, and Sebastian’s cock slipped out of his mouth. “Holy fuck,” Pavel whispered, trying to recover his composure.
As he did, Justin dribbled cold lube on his hole, prompting another series of shivers. A bloom of power enveloped Justin. He loved having this kind of control over his mate, loved seeing Pavel come undone at his hand.
“Get back to work, gargoyle,” Sebastian said, his tone serious but his eyes crinkling in amusement. He was clearly enjoying the chance to be dominant, and the way Pavel was reacting was a revelation to Justin.
As Pavel once again picked up his rhythm, Justin slipped one slender finger into him. The man moaned, arching his muscular back, but he didn’t stop eagerly blowing their witch mate.
Pavel’s response spurred Justin on as he added a second finger, this time hooking his fingertips and dragging them across the gargoyle’s prostate.
This time, Pavel let out a needy whine, and Justin almost came right then, hearing his gruff mate totally lose himself. The gargoyle slid off Sebastian’s cock with a pop and growled.
“I need someone to fuck me. Now.” The desperate command in Pavel’s voice could not be ignored.
“Seb?” Justin locked eyes with the witch, who was wearing his trademark smirk, a glint in his eye.
“On your back, my mate,” Sebastian said to Pavel, who immediately followed instructions, flipping around with a look of drunk ecstasy on his face.
This side of Pavel was driving Justin absolutely crazy.
He wasn’t submissive, exactly. It was more like he was throttling back his power for a moment, allowing Sebastian to blossom, but the undercurrent of domination and danger still ran underneath it all.
It wasn’t anything Justin had ever expected, and it was amazing.
Justin took in the two of them for a minute, and for the first time felt kind of left out. He didn’t know exactly how to fit himself in. “I…”
“Oh, just you wait, my sweet vampire,” Sebastian said. “Let me get in him, and then you’ll go to town.”
Pavel moaned at Sebastian’s words and Justin’s balls tightened at the earthy sound. Justin sat on the bed, watching and chewing his lip as Sebastian stood at the foot. He lifted Pavel’s legs and lined up his beautiful cock.
In one slick motion, he slid into Pavel, all the way down to the hilt.
Pavel roared, a cry of gratification and of discomfort, and Justin knew that sound. The sound he himself made when Pavel had entered him. The sound of glory.