Chapter 26 #2
Arranged on the bed, with James facing me and Trace at my back, I peeled James’ boxers down a few inches.
His cock was rock hard, tempting me to swallow him down, but he’d not asked for that.
I bent his upper leg to give me access, then eased my fingers into the tight gap between his thighs.
Trace removed my boxers completely and returned his attention to fondling me.
His touch was gentle, his fingers teasing as they drifted over my sack and taint in a way that had my cock flexing and me craving more.
Mindful of James and his gaze focused on me like I was the last man on Earth, I echoed what was being done to me on him and watched his blue eyes blow wide. “Oh God…”
“Okay?” I asked.
“Mmhmm. It’s good.” His cock strained between us, a pearly drop forming at the tip. His fingers were still tight around my arms though, so I knew he wasn’t fully relaxed. Yet.
Trace mouthed my neck, ears, shoulders, then down my back, his featherlight stroking a constant, slow backbeat while he licked, bit, and nibbled me.
I steeled myself to concentrate on James, watching him constantly for any signs of distress, but when his heart rate suddenly accelerated and I eased off, thinking he was anxious, he grabbed my wrist with iron fingers and pushed my hand straight back into his shorts.
“Don’t stop,” he grated. “I’m getting off on this.
Keep going, exactly how you were.” He swallowed. “Please.”
“I fucking love it when you’re bossy.” I slid my hand back to his taint, rubbing one finger back and forth as his cock jerked between us, hot and sticky.
I wanted to flip face down so I could rub off against the sheets, but I couldn’t do that and take care of James.
My frustration must have shown in my tone.
Trace paused his assault on my back to ask, “You good if I go further?”
“Fuck yeah, anything.” I saw the widening of James’ eyes and assured him I wouldn’t deviate from where I was right now on him, no matter what Trace devised for me.
However, I did pause for a moment to gather some of his precum on my fingertips.
That was better; now his taint was slick and my digits moved with ease.
I pressed a little harder, then caressed his balls once more. He whimpered. “So good…”
“Do you want me to suck you?” I figured it might be sloppy, what with Trace pressing all my buttons and diverting my attention, but at least I didn’t have to worry about breathing. A lubed finger probing my arsehole stole my concentration and I had to get James to repeat what he’d said.
“No…Want you to bite me. Think I’ll come if you bite me.” His eyes were now closed, in what I thought of as his almost there phase.
“I want to watch his face when you bite him.” Trace’s soft growl was intense against my neck. “Are you going to come all over Eddie when he punctures your skin, James?”
“Oh Jesus,” James whined. “I think so? Bite my chest. Fuck, yeah, go on. Eddie, please.”
Your chest? My fangs slid down automatically now when James even appeared to be thinking about feeding me, and this was no exception.
I made a lightning scan of his chest. Usually I found a prominent vein to feed from; the jugular and the wrist were the simplest and wouldn’t cause any pain even from an unwilling donor.
“I can’t feed from your chest, babe. I’ll hurt you. ”
“Fuck’s sake. Don’t care if it hurts. I want. You. To. Bite. Me.”
Behind me, Trace added a second finger and I felt my eyes pop at the intrusion.
“Damn, you’re tight,” he breathed. Yes, I was, from being too busy focusing on James’ pleasure to fully relax.
This multiple partners shit could get complicated if I didn’t learn to split my attention better.
But I didn’t much care about that right now.
I had James about to fall apart and all three of us were actively participating at the same time.
It felt somehow essential to give James what he wanted. Momentous.
I scraped my fangs over his right nipple and he arched into me.
Without overthinking it, I closed my mouth around the scant meat there and sank my teeth into his flesh.
Almost instantly his back bowed, a broken sob tore from his throat, and he was coming all over himself and me, his cock spurting a fountain of jizz as he came apart.
The sight of him losing control nearly had me following him, but Trace anticipated my reaction and squeezed the base of my cock — hard.
“Fuck,” I muttered, forgiving him immediately as I wanted to come with him inside me.
“Did I hurt you?” Trace angled my head to meet his anxious eyes.
“Just the right side of too much,” I assured him.
He covered my mouth with his; hot, hard, and insistent, but it was gone before I could lose myself. “Good. I have plans for your orgasm.”
“Soon, I hope.” I turned back to James, his eyelids fluttering as he attempted to control his breathing. I could feel Trace’s gaze on him too, his fingers still stretching me, languorously now, the moment not right for us to take our pleasure, but to revel in our partner relishing his.
James blinked at me, two discs of pale blue clipped straight out of a summer sky, blurry and soft. “Damn.” He licked his lips. “That was fucking hot.” He glanced down at his chest. “Can you leave the bite marks? I want them to bruise so I can see them.”
In my haste to give him his climax, I’d not licked and sealed the wound I’d made with my saliva.
I gawped at him. “You want to be bruised?” That went against everything Dalziel had drilled into me from the moment I’d been reborn into my undead life.
Always repair the damage you make when you feed. Leave no trace of yourself. Hide.
I swallowed thickly as he nodded. “I’d really like it to scar.” He sighed. “But I don’t think it will. You didn’t go very deep.”
Deep enough. A thin trickle, more of a lacklustre ooze, seeped from my fang marks.
I felt like some kind of monster. The monster the legends made vampires out to be.
I’d bitten a human when I didn’t intend to feed from him.
I didn’t know what to say. To heal the marks now would be to tell him I didn’t care about his feelings or opinions, but…
“James, I doubt it will even bruise much. You’ve been drinking Edwin’s blood as well as him feeding from you.
You know that boosts your immunity.” Trace’s sincerity washed over me like the softest blanket.
“Plus, you have Fae blood and that should probably be taken into consideration. I know you have hearing loss, but do you get sick much? Did you? Before meeting Edwin?”
James sighed again. “Not really. Apart from all the ear infections when I was little.” He looked disappointed. “So it won’t scar then?”
“I don’t think so. Fae aren’t totally impervious to illness and injury, but they tend to be pretty robust. Scrapes and bruises heal up and fade quickly.”
“Fuck’s sake.” God, he was cute when he pouted. I leaned over to press a kiss to his full lips. Trace wriggled his digits inside me and I groaned into James’ mouth. He arched his brows at me.
“My turn to watch.”
My groan deepened. “Don’t you want to clean up?” James loved to make a mess over himself, but he usually cleaned up quickly afterwards
His brows rose a little higher. “You do it. With your tongue. While Trace makes you come.”
“Jesus, James. That’s dirty.” My cock throbbed at the way he commanded me. My shy boy was gaining confidence.
Trace stilled behind me. “That’s very fucking dirty. I approve.”
James shuffled up the mattress. “Are you going to fuck him, Trace?” Trace murmured an affirmative. “Good. I love watching Eddie when he comes. His expressions are everything.”
“Mate, you’re embarrassing me.” I knew I’d be blushing if my physiology allowed for it. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I’d had far worse said to me by hook-ups and had barely registered their words, let alone reacted to them like a nervous schoolboy.
“Less talking, more licking.” James grabbed my hair and pushed me towards the sticky mess on his stomach. I grinned up at him and dutifully stuck out my tongue.
Trace manhandled me into position so he could fuck me while I watched James watch me.
When he pushed into me, I laid my head on James’ thigh and grabbed his hand.
I didn’t want to let go of him, not for a single second.
There was a heady tension in the bedroom, the squelch of lube and the soft slaps of skin the only sounds apart from the harsh breaths of my companions.
I thought I’d go up like a rocket after being so close while getting James off, but Trace was too good at keeping me on a simmer, bringing me close, then backing off while I cursed him out in language that would make a demon blush.
When he finally deigned to let me come, my whole body tensed and shook with an orgasm that whited out my vision and shot lightning through every nerve.
I was vaguely aware of Trace’s grip on my hips tightening and a garbled grunt-moan that signified his own release as he thrust hard several times, then shuddered to a halt, ending up half draped over me as he went slack.
I allowed my limbs to melt into the sheets and waited for my brain to come back to me. I was cum-drunk and thoroughly fucked, the absolutely perfect combination.
When I regained my senses, it was to see James smiling down at me, his blissed-out expression one I would happily sell my soul to put on his face every damn day until the end of time. We were still holding hands. “I love you so fucking much,” I blurted.
His eyes blew wide. “You do?” he stuttered. “I mean, wow.” His pulse accelerated wildly and he stared at me in what looked like disbelief.
“You’re very easy to love, James.” Trace pressed a damp kiss to the back of my neck, then withdrew and flopped onto his back. “As is Eddie, but I’m sure you’re aware of that.”
I shuffled around so I was tucked between them. I linked my fingers with those of Trace and squeezed. I wasn’t ready to say anything like that to him, not yet, but I didn’t want him feeling like the odd man out. “You know we don’t want you here just for sexual kicks, right? There’s more. I’m just…”
“I know.” He touched our lips together and I swear I felt him sigh. “Love can never be demanded, expected, or rushed.”
“That’s profound.” James leaned up, steadying himself on my thigh as he regarded Trace.
Trace was, I felt, deliberately staring at the ceiling as he answered.
“You get a lot of time to think when you have a solitary lifestyle. When you add in the fuck-ups I’ve been a part of over the years, simply being accepted feels like a precious gift.
” He returned the pressure on my fingers.
“I feel wanted here, and not just for fun in the bedroom. It means a lot.”
James cupped my chin with a hand that felt shaky. “I, uh, I really like you, Edwin.”
“I know you do.” I pulled him down to brush my lips over his.
“I’m in no hurry, sweetheart. I just wanted you to know.
” I hadn’t, not like that, but I’d said it now and I didn’t regret my words.
I was also aware I desperately wanted to ask Trace what he’d meant by ‘fuck-ups’, but post-coital dozing was not the time.
I lay there and listened as the breaths on either side of me evened out into soft stereo snores, mentally counting down the days until Trace was fully moved in.