Mount Everest
JAVIER
Of all the things I expected tonight, being sent to torture Archie wasn’t on the list. Obviously, he’s hot as fuck because of his workouts and sporty shit.
I hadn’t missed that fact, but given that I was sure Damon had a crush on him, that might go nowhere?
I simply didn’t put this on my list of possibilities.
Rogue storming into our bedrooms broke open all the dams in our group and now I’m following the lead of a guy that I thought preferred being topped as we make the huge, hunky hockey player squirm and whine.
Life is really fucking surreal right now.
One thing I’m certain of is that Archer Levi Glaser is going to turn out to be a power bottom.
He’s not someone you’d think that about because of his appearance, but I saw him with D last time, and I can almost taste the submission in the air now.
Not all bottoms are subs, mind, but Archie is one hundred percent both.
It’s intoxicating, even for someone like me who’s comfortable switching and being Vers.
My eyes flick up to Damon’s waiting to see what he wants me to do next—I don’t want to overstep, but the sounds of Reb and Angelo making our mate come are driving me crazy.
“Javi… run upstairs and grab the box from Rogue’s room. I think we should try something.”
His voice is rough, but firm, and I scramble to my feet to obey. Damon has learned a lot from his older twin, it seems, even if he never made use of it until now. “Yes, sir!”
That gets me a dark look and sends me running through the living room to the stairs.
It only takes a moment to run up them, locate the treasure box he wants, and damn near trip myself getting back down to the family room.
I hold it up for Damon, grinning as he takes it and jerks his head toward the side of Archie I was on before.
I’m not sure what he’s going to dig out of the thing, but I’m intrigued as hell.
I enjoy the addition of toys and devices greatly—they’re some of the best teammates.
D sits back on his heels, placing the box on the ground as he roots through it.
My eyes move to the flush peeking through the tanned muscle of Archie’s body as his chest rises and falls.
The lion swallows hard as he watches the demon sift through the stuff, his dick twitching and leaking at the tip.
“Fuck, guys… I’m so… Fuuuuuuuck.”
His groans are sexy and throaty in that raspy big cat way, making me shift as I kneel beside him. “What are you looking for, Damon?”
The demon holds up a sparkling chain that links two nipple clamps with a wicked grin. “These. He’s very sensitive and I think this will enhance everything so beautifully.” He looks down at the cat shifter pointedly before he says, “Do you consent to a little torture, pet?”
Okay, I’m not one for that level of play, but the way he said ‘pet’ made my cock jump like a gymnast.
Archie’s eyes roll back in his head and his hips wriggle a bit before he nods. D makes a tsk sound, and the hockey player corrects his mistake quickly. “Yes… yes, sir?”
“Perfect,” Damon replies as he looks over at me. “Take this one and I do the other, little birdie.”
I suck in a breath, his moniker triggering the desire to please him immediately.
Grabbing the clamp, I lean down and attach it to his right nipple.
The moan and his full body shudder tell me our prone friend likes it, especially when Damon puts the other one on and his hips buck. “He definitely likes it, Sir.”
Damon smirks as he tugs on the chain, pulling both at the same time, and Archie bites his puffy lower lip adorably as he whines. That sound is fucking delicious, and I know it has to turn the demon on as much as it did me. “Good boy, Archie. You’re doing so well. Perhaps… a reward?”
His blond head bobs, and his eyes flutter closed.
I didn’t notice how long his lashes are before, or that he has such a perfectly golden boy feature set, but now?
I realize that D and I are torturing the pristine example of an athlete until he’s ready to beg.
It’s a heady feeling for guys like us, especially since we’re not the ones you expect to control this hulking dude.
“Okay, Javi… what do you think Archie needs? Tell me what you’d like to reward him with.”
Sneaky… that’s a gift to both of us.
I pretend to think while Archie pants, looking over his form. “I think his dick deserves attention; don’t you? Maybe just a little?”
“Very good, little birdie. Go ahead,” D practically purrs. I move to get closer and he shakes his head. “No, wait. Strip first, then give him his reward.”
Nodding, I shuck my pants, then move back into position by the lion’s hips. “Hands or mouth, sir?”
Damon sits back on his haunches again, head tilted as he takes a beat. “Hands for now, but carefully. He can’t come yet, and I don’t want him to lose control.”
“That’s gonna be difficult,” Archie pants softly. “You two are driving me wild, sir.”
“Ah, but you want to be a good kitty cat, yes? Make me pleased?” Archie nods emphatically and Damon grins. “Then hold back until you’re given permission, pet. You can do it.”
I wait for him to come back to me, and when he nods, I scoot close enough to wrap a fist around the large, pulsing red cock head to squeeze.
The moan is louder this time, and it drowns out the sound of Rogue and the others nearby as I slide my fist down his length.
I work him slowly, keeping my gaze on how each touch gets a different reaction—he’s so responsive and I believe him that he's teetering on the edge. A drop of pre-cum drips from his tip and I lick my lips. His scent is delicious and I bet he’ll taste good, too.
If Damon allows it—this is his mini-scene, and I’m at the mercy of his whims as well.
“Go ahead, Javi. Taste how needy he is.”
The words have barely crossed his lips when I dip my head to eagerly lick the droplet off.
Archie shudders, and I slip my mouth over the head to suckle gently.
I was right about his taste; now it paired with the scent of his arousal is making my balls ache.
I lift off of him, then pull back and close my eyes as I savor the experience.
Damon rumbles across from me, and I’m still letting the pleasure arc through me as he does something that draws more moans out of the hockey player.
“I’m ready to fuck him now,” Damon says, and my eyes pop open. “I’d like to watch him suck you while I do it, though. Would you both enjoy that?”
Archie nods again, then clears his throat to answer. “Yes, sir. I w-want that. Definitely.”
I’m shocked to hear it, but my eyes skate from his to Damon’s to make sure they’re both okay. “Um, yes. Yes, that would be… um, yes.”
I sound like a fucking idiot, but I really didn’t expect this to ever happen.
Damon smiles, obviously pleased by our responses, then turns to the chest to pull out the lube. “Excellent. On your knees like a good boy, Archie, and Javi, you’ll be in front.”
I’ve never seen a guy as big as Archer move that fast, but within seconds, he’s rolled over and positioned himself exactly as D instructed. It has to be the cat in him—he was graceful as hell doing such an awkward move. “Damn, man. You’re flexible.”
Archie looks up at me, his blue eyes threaded with the gold of the lion inside. “Flexible and hungry, Javi. Get in place while D gets me ready… I need to come, and I want to do it while I’m filled by you both.”
“That’s exactly what you’ll get,” Damon says as he sheds his pants and the smell of fruity-scented lube fills the air. “But you don’t get it until I say, so behave.”
The sound of his palm cracking on flesh makes me chuckle softly, especially when Archie lets out another long, dark groan. “Uh-oh. He likes a good spanking, too, sir.”
“I’m wondering if we all do,” Damon mutters, and I laugh. His hand slips off of Archie’s hips, and our friend jolts as the demon works his fingers in to prepare him. “But I definitely know he likes this a helluva lot. More than any of us but our mate, I think.”
Chuckling softly, I move closer, but not close enough for Archie to disobey. “I actually thought that as well, sir. Our big, muscular athlete is the happiest bottom I know—in my opinion.”
Damon nods, placing his hand on the lion’s other hip. “I agree, little birdie. He’s so damn responsive, and he just writhes when you play with his tight hole.”
“Guyssss…”
I laugh again, looking at the demon in control of this threesome for permission. “He’s definitely ready to pop, sir. Can I help him?”
“You may.”
This time, I move within range of Archie’s mouth and it closes over my throbbing dick immediately.
My hand drops to bury in his blond locks, a moan of pleasure escaping me as he figures out how to take all of me in.
I know he’s inexperienced with this, but his eagerness makes up for it.
Archie is licking and sucking as he bobs carefully over my dick, his teeth scraping occasionally in a delicious, sharp pain that makes my balls tighten.
“Good boy,” Damon says as he flexes long clawed nails into the lion’s hip. “Very good. Make him moan and whine like I do you. I’m going to pound your ass hard enough to make you choke on him. Would you like that, kitty cat?”
Shit, I would; how could Archie not?
The dirty talk makes our captive shifter groan around my shaft, and it vibrates over me. “Oh, he wants that, sir. He really wants it badly.”
I watch as Damon’s demon emerges, his horns and wings sprouting quickly, as he removes his fingers and grips both of Archie’s hips. “Good, because he’s going to get it. You should hold on.”
Before he can line up, I grab onto Archie’s shoulder with my other hand. I’m guiding him by his hair already, but he’s clearly enjoying it. I don’t want to overwhelm him, though, and if DemonDamon gets a bit too wild, I can pull back. “I’m ready, sir.”
As soon as I speak, Damon spears the lion shifter with his cock, his hips slamming into him hard enough to push my dick further into his throat. “Fuuuuck, yeahhhhh…”
Our spit-roasted lover makes a sound that is strangled by me, and I chuckle softly as I feel another fang scrape. “You’re doing good, Arch. Breathe through your nose and don’t worry about drooling.”
That gets me a pleased grunt from our Domming demon, and he pulls back, then pounds into Archie again.
Soon, the push and pull between us is working like a machine, and the ecstasy is thrumming through me like molten lava.
I lose myself in the feel of his hot mouth and the thrusts that bring him back, then down to the root of my dick as Damon fucks him.
“Motherfucker,” I whisper as I tug on Archie’s hair gently and he moans louder. “This is fucking perfect; holy fuck, D.”
“There are ways it can be better, but that would require our girl to be over here, too,” he growls. “But that’s just more icing on the cake, little birdie.”
Shuddering as he fills my head with even more sexy images, I feel my cock swell until it almost hurts. “Gonna need to come, sir. Our fuck toy probably needs it, too.”
Damon licks his demonic fangs, bobbing his brows at me as his tail whips around behind him. “Then come we shall… Archie… you have permission…”
I watch as he leans forward and sinks his teeth into the lion’s back and it pushes me over the edge, the sensation intense enough to almost knock me off balance.
This family thing is the best goddamn thing ever and no one will ever convince me otherwise.