Chapter Eighteen
Thank you Fates. Ra hadn’t been sure if his little plan would work, especially not with the reticent Kirill. But as he leaned back, a low moan leaving his lips as his cock was swallowed by an enthusiastic Arvyn, he admitted to himself that the naked plan was a good one to keep in mind for his shifter mate at least.
Although his vampire didn’t seem to be immune to nakedness either. Kirill stalked towards the bed – there was no other word for it – his eyes blazing red, the bulge in his pants getting bigger every second. “Come here.” Ra didn’t have a lot of active brain cells left, most of what he did have were heading south to his dick. “You look like you’re needing.”
There were no words. Kirill was already stripping off his shirt as he bent over, the rags dropping to the floor as Ra had his breath taken away a second time. When was the last time I kissed, was kissed, am kissed? I’m being kissed, although kissed wasn’t the right word. Devoured maybe. Consumed, definitely. Mastered – oh, yes. It’s amazing what six hundred years of experience will do for a man.
Not that Ra cared who Kirill and Arvyn shared their bodies with before. Eternity was a very long time and Ra had spent the bulk of what felt like that long, alone. He’d had a few partners way back in the day, he’d enjoyed hundreds of concubines in his time, both men and women. But no one had made his body soar like the pair who were plundering him were doing now.
All the feelings Ra didn’t know he’d been missing, he was feeling them intensely. Passion. Arousal. Two sets of hands stroking him, petting his skin, tweaking those hots spots… Ra groaned again as Kirill left his lips and was scraping his fangs up and down Ra’s neck, stopping every now and then to raise a mark with his lips.
Arvyn though… Ra reached down. It wasn’t as though he could see much of his lower half with Kirill looming over him. But his hand found Arvyn’s hair and Ra wove his fingers through it, lightly scratching on the scalp beneath. Arvyn didn’t seem to mind, his low hum sending vibrations around Ra’s cock, threatening to send him over the edge.
But Kirill was just as exciting in a different way. Ra had always assumed vampires were oral fixated – they would have to be given how they took their main nourishment. But Kirill’s mouth was teasing him, sending ripples of pleasure through Ra’s body.
Ra had to touch. There was nothing standoffish about Kirill anymore. His solid chest rippled under Ra’s fingers and Ra dared to reach lower, stroking over abs that flexed as Kirill humped the bed, his fingers brushing over the waistband of the vampire’s pants.
Arvyn pulled off and Ra moaned in protest. “Can I take you?” the wolf growled, and it was the wolf because when Ra turned his head to stare at the vibrant shifter, that otherworldly presence was there in his eyes. “Will you bottom for us?”
“Vers…” Ra’s head fell back as Kirill’s mouth pulled on his nipple. “Versatile. Will you let me… after?”
“Damn straight I will.” Arvyn seemed distracted, looking around. “You got any lube here?”
Lube? Lube? Lubricant! Right. “I can… Oh, my stars, Kirill.” Ra struggled to get his brain to work. Kirill’s hand had joined his mouth, tugging at Ra’s neglected nipple. “I’m prepped,” he yelled. “Fucked me. Fuck. Me. Damn it. Claim me.”
The delicious pressure on his nipples eased and Ra looked up to see Kirill standing over him, his eyes bright red and his fangs clearly visible. For a split-second Ra was unsure. Had he broken some unspoken rule by telling Arvyn his wolfen mate could claim him first? But then he noticed, how Kirill’s hands were framing an indecent bulge in his pants and Ra’s confidence returned. “Pull that out and let me see.” Ra licked his lips. “Feed it to me.”
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At over six hundred years old, Kirill had done a lot of things and three to a bed wasn’t new to him. Hell, orgies were common back in the days when taking blood from a donor was the norm. But seeing Ra, his leg held aloft by a now naked Arvyn, the wolf staring at Ra’s behind like he’d found heaven – nothing had ever been so beautiful or arousing in Kirill’s eyes.
Kirill longed to slice his fangs into his beloved’s neck, take a mouthful of the goodness he’d experienced just a drop of before. But Kirill was also a man, a man with needs and when Ra licked his lips a second time, the desire on his flushed face obvious, Kirill wasn’t stupid enough to refuse. Whipping his pants off in record time, Kirill only had time to thank the fates he didn’t wear underwear or socks, before fisting his cock and holding it against those sinful lips.
Ra paused, just a moment, his tongue peeking out tickling the broad head of Kirill’s cock. For a second Kirill wasn’t sure what the delay was. He was desperate to see if Ra’s mouth met the promise it offered. But then Ra groaned, his body flexing. Arvyn was behind him, his hand on Ra’s hip clutching at the rounded butt cheek, holding it apart.
“F-u-u-u-c-k,” Arvyn growled as his hips thrust forward. “So good. I’m not going to last.” He held still, panting hard. Ra wasn’t doing much better, his slender chest heaving as he fought to control his breathing and relax his ass.
But within a minute, maybe less, Ra looked up and winked at Kirill. “You two make sure you get your rhythms right, or you could snap me in half.” Mouth open wide, Ra stretched his lips over Kirill’s girth as Arvyn began to move. All Kirill had to do was stand there, the base of his cock held firmly in his right hand. He knew he was well built, he didn’t want his precious god to choke on him, but with every thrust of Arvyn’s hips, Ra’s mouth moved further and further down his shaft.
Ra’s eyes were closed, long dark lashes splayed out across his skin. With his lips stretched to breaking point, Kirill wasn’t sure his beloved could do much more than encase his cock in the warm moist heat only found in a willing mouth. But Ra surprised him. Kirill could feel the man’s tongue sliding and wrapping around him, the suction from Ra’s mouth tugging through his length down into his balls.
Kirill fought the urge to climax. Arvyn was really working it now, his hair flung back across broad shoulders, his thicker fangs cutting into his bottom lip. But the hand that held Ra’s hip was gentle, not indenting the skin, and the brief kisses Arvyn dropped on Ra’s shoulders were quick but affectionate.
Electricity filled the air. Kirill could feel it – could feel the urge to climax build in the wolf shifter’s frame. It was enticing, intoxicating, and contagious. Kirill bit his lip, the slight ping of pain nowhere near enough to stop the tightening in his balls. Determined not to come until his cock was enjoying the same ass Arvyn was pounding, Kirill gripped the base of his length as hard as he could, doing all he could to stave off the inevitable.
Ra was pulled off his cock, and Kirill couldn’t object. Not when the smell of spunk hit the air, and Arvyn’s face froze in a grimaced mask, his hips frozen against Ra’s butt. One lick, one “do it” yell from Ra and Arvyn’s teeth were buried in Ra’s left shoulder, where it met his neck. Kirill felt the ghost of a click in his soul as Arvyn claimed his second mate.
Kirill wasn’t greedy. He could give his two beloveds their moment, even when his cock was begging for some friction. But he needn’t have thought he’d been forgotten. Arvyn lifted his head, his tongue licking across the wicked mark he’d left, cuddling Ra for a long moment as he met Kirill’s eyes. “I’m in you next,” the wolf rumbled, the gleam in his eyes electric. “You’ll take our precious god and make him yours, while I’m taking you.”