Chapter Forty
Monty
The scent of Kendrick’s cum, and the feel of it splattering against his skin sent Monty into a tailwind of gut-wrenching pleasure.
He swallowed deep, the blood sweet, and he groaned in bliss.
His hips did not stop for a second, even when Kendrick’s ass took hold in a vice clamp move that made his eyes cross and Rue’s cock expand as he writhed before warmth bathed Monty’s cock, triggering his own orgasm.
There were noises, mewls, groans and moans, but who was making them, Monty couldn’t comprehend.
His entire body buzzed with a new awareness that he’d only read about when a person claimed a mate.
This was only the beginning, he needed more.
Was greedy for it all after Rue and then Kendrick had offered him their hearts—forever.
At that thought, his teeth released, and he gasped, “bite me,” of the two men in front of him.
Shuddering, manhandled, his cock slipped out of Kendrick, cum dripping down Rue’s cock.
Kendrick dragged him up his sweat and cum soaked chest so he was within reach of both men.
His limbs weak as a newborn otter, they weren’t after obeying him as he attempted to help Kendrick.
Kendrick slipped his hands under Monty’s ass and hauled him higher, positioning him so his head was between Kendrick’s shoulder and Rue’s head.
Lips trailed down one side of his neck while on the other side, Kendrick’s lips parted on his shoulder.
The sharp sting of teeth piercing flesh at the same time had his still semi-hard cock stiffen, and creamy ropes of cum smeared Kendrick’s already messy chest.
Exhilarated, Monty squirmed in their hold at the tug of their mouths sucking his life force. Did they feel the strength of the connection that coursed through him?
Tongues lapped at the bites, and his cock did its best to respond to the erotic feel when the marks tingled. When he watched Rue tilt his head in offering, his eyes pools of want, he twisted to look at Kendrick.
“Rue’s turn,” he murmured enticingly, finding enough energy to move, with help from Kendrick, who groaned as he lifted Monty to the side to free Rue’s cock and allow it to slide out of him. More cum dribbled out of Kendrick’s ass.
Fuck, that was sexy. Monty wanted to bury his face down there to suck and bite. Seeing he could be derailed, he looked back at Rue who wore a well-fucked expression.
Rue lifted his arms when Kendrick moved to the other side, and they moved into Rue’s sides together. His eyes gleamed with need, the same as Kendrick’s.
Monty looked pointedly at Rue’s budded nipples. At the unspoken question, Kendrick's eyes glowed with wickedness, and he nodded. They moved together, lowering and closing their mouths around the firm buds. Monty sucked, enjoying Rue’s distinct taste.
Rue shivered beneath them, his chest pushing up. He met Kendrick’s heated stare, their hands reaching for Rue’s cock as it thickened, and they bit true. Rue’s blood filled his mouth and cum covered his knuckles as he pumped Rue’s cock in tandem with Kendrick.
“Y-yes,” Rue sobbed out a cry, his body moving as if electrified, making it hard for Monty to stay put. Teeth embedded in the flesh and his hand holding the cock were the only reason he didn’t topple off Rue completely.
He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that.
Monty’s own body was in a state of drugged blood haze.
He felt different. Felt, at a cellular level, that everything had changed.
It was a sense more than an actual feeling he supposed.
He was too tired right then to get his brain to function and work through exactly how he was feeling. But elated ranked pretty high.
When Rue shifted beneath him, Monty mustered the energy to flop onto his back, cum covering most of him, making his skin gleam in the lamplight.
His eyelids fluttered in an effort to stay open.
To enjoy how his mate's blood flowed through him. Moving in his veins, changing everything. Wasn’t that just wonderful?
His breathing deepening and his eyelids growing heavier by the second, he murmured, “I’m the bomb. The dick bomb.”
There might have been tired laughter, only his brain had already shut down while his body adapted to a new reality—matedom.
Bleary-eyed, Monty squinted at the man who was carrying him—he looked at the open door—to the bathroom.
The sound of the shower roused him further.
Inside, he could see Rue was already under the spray.
Monty’s lips tugged into a smug smirk at the mating marks gracing his chest. He looked like he’d gotten nipple tattoos.
Kendrick’s mark was decidedly bigger than Monty’s, but his wasn’t small either.
Kendrick stepped to the shower door, and Rue opened it so Kendrick didn’t have to put him down. As tired as he was after their antics, they’d have to wash him too.
“Just hold me under the spray, that’ll do.”
“Have you seen the state of you?” Kendrick’s chuckles rumbled through Monty.
“Don’t care. You wore me out.” He groaned, eyes closing at how nice it felt with the heat of the water penetrating his aching muscles. Topping was hard work!
Soapy hands cleaned his chest as Kendrick continued to hold him under the water. Monty floated in the tenderness. No one, not even his parents—that he could remember—took such good care of him.
“I could get used to this,” he murmured.
“Good, because you're ours now, to treasure forever.”
Monty hadn’t considered himself a crybaby.
Of course he cried. Many situations warranted it.
The omegas from Drinkwater. His friends finding their mates.
Emmy when teething, and he couldn’t help.
They were genuine reasons. Blubbering all over Kendrick’s massive chest all because they were going to treasure him… yeah, crybaby right here.
He turned his face into Kendrick’s chest to hide the tears. He was the cocky one. The upbeat one. Most definitely not the one who acted like a crybaby.
“We’ve got you.” Rue was there, his nose pressed against Monty’s cheek. “It’s been an emotional day for all of us.”
“Then why aren’t you crying,” he mumbled accusingly, moving just enough to catch sight of Rue’s eyes.
The man holding him shook with silent laughter as Rue looked to struggle to keep his own laughter in check. “I cried out a lot while you were fucking me.”
Feeling slightly mollified by the answer, Monty nodded. “You did and Kendrick begged,” he made sure to point out.
Kendrick kissed his head. “I did, and I can’t wait to do it again.”
“Good, because we will be. Now I know how good it feels to be in charge, I’ll be wanting to do it more often. You’re right, you have created a monster.”
“Is that because you’re the dick bomb?” Kendrick asked, eyes gleaming with mirth.
Shit. Had he said that? All my days, he had. His cheeks flamed, though he hoped that could be attributed to the hot water.
He met Kendrick’s gaze with confidence. “Did you come like a bomb exploding?”
“I most certainly did.”
Rue’s chuckles increased as he went back to washing Monty.
“Then I’ve the dick bomb.”
Kendrick kissed him. “How can I argue with that?”
Monty yawned, his jaw clicking at the stretch, water filling his mouth. He spat it out away from Kendrick. “What time is it?”
“About midnight.”
Monty groaned and complained. “You could have left me to sleep. I’ve work in the morning.”
“So have I,” Rue pointed out.
“Yes, but I spent the day baking, and remember, I was the one doing all the work in the bedroom.”
“How can we make it up to you?” Rue asked, his soapy hands sliding between his legs and over his groin.
His cock tingled and perked up, making him groan, but for a different reason than tiredness.
“I suppose if you both did all the work, I could manage another round,” he supplied on a breathy moan.