Chapter 10
Ten
Ike
The moment the three of us were alone in our bathroom, I crushed my mouth to Merit’s, inhaling him like he was a fucking drug, and I needed a fix or I’d die.
Seeing him take control and cover himself in Michael Smith’s blood had me fucking salivating for him.
I’d never wanted anything more in my fucking life, and if I had been able to, I’d have fucked him right there on the basement floor next to his previous owner’s dead body.
“Let him breathe,” Wraith rumbled as he worked Merit’s bloody t-shirt up our man’s torso. “And he needs to shower.”
Merit looked at me, his eyes all hazy and his lips kiss swollen. He was a picture-perfect picture. I groaned and rubbed the pad of my thumb over his bottom lip, drinking in how fucking mine he was.
“I plan to fuck you,” I rasped. “You better tell me now if that’s not on the table.”
Merit shook his head, and my gut plummeted, thinking he was turning me down.
That he wasn’t ready to be with me and Wraith in that way.
But then, he wrapped his hand around the back of my head and pressed his lips to mine in a hungry but short kiss.
I rumbled, pleased with him taking charge and snatching what he wanted from me.
“Please,” he whispered.
Fuuuuck, that please was my goddamn undoing.
And it was apparently Wraith’s undoing too, because he hurriedly stripped Merit out of his clothes while I worked on getting mine off.
As soon as Merit was as naked as I was, I backed our man into the shower, then switched the water on.
He hissed when the cold water beat down over us, but that hiss was quickly cut off when I slanted my mouth across his and pressed him back against the tiled wall so I could fit my body to his and cage him in.
He clung to me, his fingertips digging into my hips before he ran them up my sides to wrap around my ribcage.
“Share,” Wraith rumbled before pushing me aside.
He dragged Merit forward, kissing him soft and slow, then turned him so his back was to my front.
Merit moaned and kissed Wraith again, sinking into our shared embrace like it was second nature for him.
Like this was what he’d needed all his fucking life.
Snatching the shampoo bottle off the shelf, I squirted probably too much on my fingers, then pressed between his cheeks.
A low chuckle sounded from my throat when he arched his back and bent a little, spreading his legs to give me easier access.
His cock was hanging heavy between his thighs, and fuck, I couldn’t wait to watch him come on my cock.
“Greedy for it, aren’t you?” Wraith murmured, pressing kisses to Merit’s throat and shoulders. “Look how desperate you are to have Ike inside of you, little killer.”
Merit nodded, then sucked in a sharp breath when I pressed a single finger inside of him.
His whimper was broken, and he clung tighter to Wraith, like he needed a lifeline.
I groaned, curling my finger just right to hit that sweet spot inside of him.
And fuck, when I did, he rose onto his tiptoes, whining my fucking name.
“Christ,” I growled.
Merit kissed Wraith again, sloppy this time, but Wraith obliged him, smoothing his hands over Merit comfortingly.
I focused on getting Merit stretched to take me.
I was growing impatient, and I wasn’t the slow and methodical kind of lover.
I fucked, and I fucked hard. I planned to have Merit a sobbing, crying mess by the time I was done with him.
“Ike,” he moaned when I pressed in with two fingers.
“What?” I growled, trying not to lose myself in how fucking tight he was.
“Please. I can take it. I don’t need—”
I didn’t have to be fucking told twice. I trusted Merit to know his own body, especially after all the hell it’d been put through.
After smearing the rest of the shampoo onto my cock, I pressed forward, pushing inside of him.
He trembled, his entire body shaking. Burying his face in my brother’s neck, he choked on a sob, digging his nails into Wraith’s shoulders.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I snarled, my grip tight enough on his hips to no doubt leave bruises. “You’re so fucking tight, little killer.” So goddamn tight, in fact, that I wasn’t sure I’d last.
He pushed back on me, a strangled sound ripping from his throat when he fully impaled himself on my cock. I snarled, baring my teeth and barely resisting sinking them into his flesh. He wanted to rush? Fucking fine by me.
I eased back, then snapped my hips forward.
Wraith held him, his face buried in our man’s hair as I fucked Merit like a man possessed by the devil himself.
Merit sobbed, his shoulders shaking, but when I began to slow my pace, worried I actually was hurting him, he reached back and gripped my hip, shaking his head.
“Keep going,” Wraith told me quietly. “He needs this. I’ll take care of him after.”
I sure as fuck didn’t need to be told twice. My brother hadn’t led me wrong yet, and I certainly knew he never would when it came to our man.
I set a brutal pace, our bodies smacking together over and over and over again as I fucked into Merit.
Reaching around, I gripped his cock in my fist and gave it two strokes before he was spurting come all over my fingers, his knees giving out.
Wraith tightened his grip, holding him up, and my hips fell off rhythm when his ass tightened around me. Stars danced behind my eyelids.
“Fucking hell, little killer,” I snarled, and then, I was filling him up. Breeding him.
Making him mine.