27. Justin #2
Sebastian gritted his teeth and slowly began to move, softly praising Pavel. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you? You’re taking my cock so well, my gargoyle.”
Pavel, for his sake, seemed to have lost any ability to speak, instead making a universe of sexy noises.
Justin couldn’t wait any longer, bringing his mouth to Pavel’s nipple and gently squeezing it between his front teeth.
The gargoyle roared even louder, and Justin once again worried he couldn’t last much longer. This was all too much, too hot.
Sebastian, however, had other ideas. “Fuck his mouth, my sweet vampire.”
Justin’s eyes widened, and he looked up at Pavel, who managed to grunt out a single word .
“Yes.”
Justin wouldn’t last very long, but he didn’t care. As Sebastian continued to move in and out of Pavel at an increasingly brutal pace, Justin slid off his shorts and straddled Pavel’s chest, his knees fitting perfectly underneath his mate’s armpits.
Looking down, he saw his own cock was dripping precum all over the fine hair of Pavel’s chest. His mate had his eyes squeezed shut, and for a moment, Justin didn’t want to disturb his pleasure. Then Pavel showed Justin exactly how needy he was for Justin’s dick.
He opened his mouth and stuck out his wide tongue, waiting for his gift. And how could Justin refuse him?
At first, Justin simply rested the head of his hard, pink cock on his mate’s tongue. Pavel licked at the underside of his shaft, clearly eager for more.
And so Justin gave it to him.
Once he started, he couldn’t stop, the warm wetness enveloping him as he pushed forward into his mate’s perfect mouth. Pavel’s lips wrapped around Justin’s cock as Justin fucked into his mate, teasing and urging him on.
This was not going to last. He’d been on the edge for too long.
Picking up the pace, the head of Justin’s dick slammed against the entrance to Pavel’s throat. He was going faster now, ravaging this man’s mouth, fucking him even as Sebastian destroyed his other hole. All three of them were moaning now, and Justin was spiraling out of control.
The tingle began to build, and it was intense, more intense than he’d ever experienced. Justin couldn’t slow down, couldn’t pull out .
“I’m so fucking close,” he whispered, riding the edge and about to tumble over.
Then he felt it. Sebastian must have grabbed the lube because he pressed one slick index finger into Justin’s hole.
Justin screamed as he came, spilling what felt like buckets of cum down the maestro’s throat.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Pavel!” His hips twitched and snapped as Pavel milked his dick, his lips tightening into a vice, unwilling to lose a single drop.
His body shook as Pavel refused to stop, still sucking and humming.
The fine hairs of Pavel’s beard were like feather dusters running across Justin’s balls.
The vampire shuddered and pulled away, collapsing onto the bed. Pavel wrapped an arm around Justin’s waist and pulled him down in one strong motion, sliding Justin under his left arm even as Sebastian fucked him harder.
Sebastian pushed Pavel’s knees back, thrusting deeper as he leaned forward, almost horizontal. All three of their faces were close together as the witch chased his release.
“You’re so good for me,” Sebastian croaked. “So tight.”
Pavel no longer had words to answer, wrapping his legs around Sebastian’s waist and encouraging him to go deeper. Justin slipped a hand up to Pavel’s nipple, tugging at it gently and delighting in the desperate grunts pouring from Pavel’s mouth.
With his head tucked into Pavel’s neck, Justin was soon overwhelmed by the sounds, not only of Pavel and Sebastian’s moans of pleasure, but of the blood rushing through their carotid arteries. It called to him like the ocean calls to a sailor.
Sebastian must have seen his desire, because as he sped up and chased his pleasure, he issued a single command .
“Now.”
Without pausing, Justin sank his fangs into Pavel’s throat. The sweet taste of honey hit his tongue as a second orgasm hit. Pavel roared, and the arm resting on Pavel’s chest was hit with the gargoyle’s wet release.
Justin licked at the bite mark, encouraging it to close, as Sebastian cried out. “Fuck, I’m coming!”
With a deft movement, Justin lifted his head up just far enough to gain access to Sebastian’s neck and lunged, biting his second mate as he had his first.
More delicious blood and more crying out as Sebastian shook and sobbed with pleasure.
“I… How the fuck…”
Justin smiled into the wound as he delighted in Sebastian’s brain going offline. The witch slid out of Pavel’s ass and collapsed down on top of them, his neck sliding away from Justin, whose tongue swirled around the bite.
“Justin. That was amazing.” Pavel had recovered enough to speak. “Both of you. I’ve never…”
Not bothering to respond, Justin swiped his wrist across a fang and brought the cut, dripping crimson-red blood, up to Pavel’s mouth. By now, Pavel had opened his eyes and regained his sanity a bit. His lips were stained red as they sucking gently at the wound.
As Justin pulled his wrist away, Pavel sighed with its departure.
“I never thought it would taste like that ,” he said. “It’s amazing.”
Smiling, Justin brought his wrist to Sebastian’s lips. “The blood of your mate is the most wonderful taste in the world. To me, it’s honey and warm spices.”
Sebastian hummed into Justin’s wrist as he swallowed down the vampire’s gift.
In Justin’s chest, something clicked as the mating bond snapped into place.
Emotions poured into him, his mates’ emotions, and he could feel their care for him, as well as their lust and their happiness.
Justin looked away shyly as the warmth rushed to his face.
“Do you…do you really feel that way?” he asked.
Instead of replying, Pavel’s hand found the nape of his neck and pulled him in for a long, deep, soul-searing kiss. As he did, Justin felt Sebastian’s soft lips on his ear.
“My sweet vampire, how could you believe we didn’t? You are perfect.”
Justin broke off the kiss to catch a breath, and it was as if every nerve in his body was alive and had electricity running through it. He was beaming. It wasn’t only the words and the kiss, but also the affection cresting from all directions, a fully physical sensation of being adored.
“I’m going to shift now.” Pavel sat up, keeping Justin and Sebastian gripped in his arms as he did so. “Okay?”
There was a vulnerability to the question Justin didn’t like. Did Pavel think he needed to ask their permission?
“You are our mate. All of you,” Justin said, running his hand through Pavel’s beard. Sebastian hummed in agreement. Justin hoped the gargoyle was experiencing their feelings for him as he had, but he wasn’t sure. They had not completed the mating bond in the gargoyle way.
Actually, Pavel had been pretty vague about what that entailed.
Strong arms grew even more muscular as any hair faded away and skin turned gray.
Pavel’s grip on them intensified, and his visage grew more monstrous as the wings unfolded from his back.
Strangely, though, Justin didn’t find his face ugly.
It was just another aspect of this man he felt so deeply for.
The huge, batlike wings stretched up and enveloped them, creating an odd dome. The texture of the wings was like the softest leather.
“This will take a few minutes.” Pavel’s voice was lower now, gruffer, stone against stone. Justin tightened his arms around both of his mate’s waists. Underneath the protection of the gargoyle’s wings, he felt almost like a child, playing fort with the couch cushions.
“Then why don’t I do this?” Sebastian said, spitting into his palm and then rubbing two tiny drops of blood into it, harvesting one from Justin’s almost-healed wrist and one from the nearly scarred-over bite mark on Pavel’s neck.
He cupped his hands together and whispered into them. Justin raised an eyebrow, wondering what would happen.
When Sebastian opened his hands, a strange symbol floated above them, made of light, if light were an ink that could draw in the air.
It was almost runic, although more complex than a typical Nordic rune.
Justin had no idea what the slashes and swoops meant, but a sense of peace settled over him at the sight.
After a moment, the symbol split into three smaller copies of itself and, after a moment, one flew toward him. It hit his chest, right below the collarbone, and a tiny shower of sparks exploded as it embossed itself into his skin.
It was like a tattoo done in the most resplendent silver-gold ink.
“Do you like it?” Sebastian asked, and it was perhaps the first time Justin had ever heard the witch less than confident.
“It’s beautiful,” he answered, because it was.
Along with it came another sensation, a river of power rushing through his solar plexus.
Was this because of the supposed witch ancestry Linda had mentioned?
He didn’t know, but it was as if he’d suddenly switched from gas lamps to electric.
What had been a quiet hum was now a bonfire.
As he adjusted to the bond connecting on Sebastian’s end, he realized the wings around them were glowing. Slowly, bit by bit, they were growing in intensity. He looked at Pavel.
“A gargoyle’s mating is a bit more dramatic,” he said, his now-distorted face unrecognizable. “We’ll probably pass out at the end of it.”
The light was blinding now, and ultimately Justin had to squint to ameliorate the pain.
“Oh wow,” Sebastian said, looking around them at the intensifying brightness. Justin could no longer distinguish the form of Pavel’s wings. Instead, the very air around them was giving off light. The only thing he could make out were the handsome faces of his mates.
“What exactly is happening?” Justin asked. He wasn’t worried—Pavel would always take care of them—but it was overwhelming.
“It’s… Here it comes!” Pavel barely got the words out before they were sitting at the center of a nuclear reaction.
For a moment, Justin thought his very atoms were coming apart. He opened his mouth to shout—he wasn’t even sure what—but no sound came out.
When all vision, all hearing, every sensation was driven out, when all that was left was the light of a star, then it was snuffed out. And with it, so was Justin’s consciousness.