6. Cas #3
Kato’s dick looks practically sculpted—smooth and hard and utterly perfect, curved and nearly reaching his flat, muscular stomach.
Slightly darker than his swarthy skin, pearl beading at the tip, and when I touch it—the first cock I’ve ever touched that’s not my own, first alpha cock ever—he makes a soft, low sound in the back of his throat, halfway between a growl and a purr.
Working him in my hands feels utterly natural.
And I really, really like the sounds he makes when I do.
“You sure you want to stay over there, Nate?” Kato’s voice has a strained edge to it.
Nathan’s does too, but less so. “I’m good.”
I have a vision of kneeling before them both, my hands wrapped around each of their cocks.
It’s so visceral I have to close my eyes for a moment, catch my breath, before leaning forward and sliding the tip of Kato’s cock into my mouth.
He inhales sharply, his hand coming down to clasp the back of my head.
“Fucking hell,” he whispers. “You have a tight mouth, little Cas.”
There’s a reason for that I’m forgetting.
Forgetting why it is so hard to take him, inch by inch, until I stall out completely at his knot.
I don’t actually have a clue what I’m doing but that doesn’t seem to matter much.
Kato’s fingers tighten in my curls until it hurts and I make a small, pained sound in my throat, but I like that too.
I like choking on his cock like this, tasting the salt of him. I want him to come down my throat.
Kato has other plans, though. He pulls me off him.
“Too close,” he says hoarsely, removing his shirt and tossing it on the floor.
His body is gorgeous, lean, and I’m already reaching for him, touching him.
I want to rub my whole body against him like an animal, scent-mark him.
God, I want to get under his skin. “Eager,” he laughs, and it’s such a sexy sound.
He’s naked now. And I can hear the sound of Nathan jerking himself off even over the sound of my heavy breathing and the blood roaring in my ears.
I turn to watch him again as Kato settles between my thighs, watch him touch himself with a husky moan as the other alpha kisses his way down my body, stopping long enough to suck at one nipple and then the other.
It’s finally happening and I’ve never pictured it like this. It’s hotter than I could have imagined.
They both want me.
And they want each other too.
My eyes flutter shut, my body arching against Kato as he slides one finger inside me. I’m soaking wet with my own slick, a soft, sweet moan stuttering on my lips. “So tight,” he murmurs. “So tight everywhere.”
“Be gentle with him,” Nathan says, his voice rough with his own desire. “Go slow.”
“I am.” Kato kisses my cheek, my jaw. His mouth finds my throat once more, fangs grazing my skin, and I wish he’d bite down and claim me already.
“How’s it feel, little ghost?” Nathan is addressing me now, I realise. The term of endearment is new and altogether wonderful. I want to hear them both say it. “Too much?”
“No,” I whisper. “I want…more.”
“Widen your legs.” It’s a gentle instruction, and I do as the bigger alpha says as Kato slides a second finger into me. “Shift your hips up. There you are.”
I throw my head back with a whimper, giving Kato more to lick and suck as he finger-fucks me slowly and gently, my cock spasming where it lies hard across my stomach. “Fuck.”
“You’re doing so well,” Nathan tells me. He’s working himself faster, his breath quickening. I can hear the way his palm slides across his rock-hard flesh. “Look at me.”
My head drops to the side and our gazes snag. His eyes have bled the forest green of his wolf’s, and his fangs are protruding against his lips. That control of iron is slipping steadily away and it only ratchets up my arousal, bringing a gasp to my lips.
“Close?” he growls.
I can only nod. I’m past speaking, my breath coming in sharp little moans, pitched higher and higher with every thrust of Kato’s fingers. My hips jerk and buck, trying to meet his fingers, trying to get more, trying to be filled. He’s rutting against my slick inner thigh, smearing precum.
“Go on and come for us,” Kato whispers, rubbing his cheek against mine. “And then I’m gonna breed you so fucking good, baby. Gonna fill you right up.”
That does it. I cry out, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.
Cum spatters my chest and stomach as I writhe, my hole fluttering and milking his fingers, so intense it brings tears to my eyes.
I hold onto him for dear life, digging claws into his bare back, and there’s a terrifying moment where I think I’m going to lose control completely and slip into my wolf, but I don’t.
I rake those claws down his back as he pulls his fingers out of me and growls against my ear, hips shunting against mine. I catch a glimpse of those yellow eyes, bared fangs. “Mine,” he snarls, as I feel the head of his cock push into my fluttering hole. “You are mine.”
I can smell his blood. I’ve bled him. Mixing with the scent of our arousal and my semen, dripping down my body, hot and wet, onto the big, ugly scar across my stomach.
Every muscle in my body seizes.
And just like that I’m pulled right out of it, plunged into ice water. Every wall goes up, every door slams shut, even with my burgeoning heat urging me on. All of it shuts down; systems dark.
I gasp and grab Kato’s shoulders, shoving him backwards with a strength I didn’t know I had.
I glimpse his startled, wounded expression before I skitter off the bed like a deranged spider.
But my legs are still jelly from the sheer intensity of my orgasm, body lagging behind brain, and I trip, landing on the floor.
“Cas?” It’s Nathan. He’s done up his jeans already, his erection pressing against the denim. It must be suffocating.
“No,” I say, because I can’t seem to say anything else yet. “No.”
And now Kato’s there too, coming off the bed, still naked.
He doesn’t have the same hangups with nudity that Nathan and the rest of the pack seem to have.
My brain picks out this fact, homes in on it like it’s fascinating, an excuse to avoid everything else.
There’s blood smeared across his shoulders—my fault—and I’m sure his back is a fucking wreck.
“Hey,” he says. He’s trying to be gentle. “It’s okay.”
I shake my head furiously and kick away, needing more distance between us.
My wolf is resisting—wants them both, wants to be bred still, needs it, is undiscerning and either of them will do—but my mind is in control for the moment.
They both stare at me with dilated wolf eyes and I know I’m staring back with my own.
Like calling to like. My wolf’s chosen.
But my wolf doesn’t get a choice.
I squeeze my eyes shut, try to regain some measure of equilibrium. Try to find the words for this. Try to think past the heady blend of instinct and lust and fear.
“Cas,” Nathan says. “What’s wrong? Did he hurt you?”
“Did I?” Kato sounds fearful.
“You can’t breed me.” The words are wrenched from me. “I can’t be bred.”
“What? Why?” Kato asks.
“Because if you do,” I say, “I’ll die.”