At the same time? Kirill knew it was possible. Hell, he’d done similar things with others in the past. But he’d never been on the receiving end of things and his butt clenching had nothing to do with his need to climax. But they were all three mates, beloveds, put together by the Fates. Equals. Kirill grimaced. “Find some lube,” he said as Arvyn kissed Ra one more time and pulled out. Getting onto the bed, Kirill pulled Ra into his arms.
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Arvyn’s wolf wanted to howl – he felt as if he could take on the world, or at least one hunky vampire who had a stick so far up his ass it was a wonder it didn’t choke him. Kirill clearly had issues about bottoming. That was fine. A lot of men did if they hadn’t done it before. And when that man was as old as Kirill was, and had spent most of his life being the strongest predator around, Arvyn could understand the reluctance.
If Kirill had said no, Arvyn wouldn’t have pushed the issue. His wolf was cocky enough now his marks were on both his mates, and Arvyn would have been just as happy to watch his mates enjoy each other. But shifter stamina was a fact and “Find some lube,” was not a no. Arvyn was shocked when he got a hard tap on his shoulder.
“The lube.” Ra grinned handing him an unopened tube, before Kirill’s hand in his hair tilted Ra’s head up, and the vampire went back to devouring those lips. Kirill got his wish, Arvyn thought as he scuttled around the bed. Those lips do look like gorgeous strawberries.
Kirill’s ass was a work of art. It wasn’t perky, or a bubble butt. It wasn’t slender or overly muscled like the butt of an athlete. No, Kirill was solid and so was his ass. Just enough bounce to hold onto, but more than enough strength to take the pounding Arvyn planned on giving him.
Although Arvyn was going to have to move fast. Kirill’s hands were already down Ra’s back, one hand’s worth of fingers delving into Ra’s butt crack. Arvyn knew that where fingers went, that solid slab of meat Kirill had between his legs would soon follow. Standing, he moved behind Kirill and climbed back onto the bed, marveling at how he and Kirill were perfectly matched.
Kirill flinched as Arvyn plastered himself against the vampire’s back. It wasn’t much, just a tiny movement, and one Arvyn would ignore for now. Kirill wouldn’t have had many people up against his back, and Arvyn snuggled in, making sure his still hard cock was nestled against Kirill’s butt crack, loving how the vampire felt against his skin.
Of course, his position meant getting the lube bottle open and pouring stuff on his fingers was nigh impossible, but Arvyn had a good imagination. Kirill had Ra’s back plastered firmly against his chest now, Ra’s leg pushed forward as Kirill started to move into him. Arvyn felt it – the moment Kirill slid home and he was so caught up in the rightness of it all, he almost missed Kirill’s growl. “Will your magic prep work on me?”
Arvyn’s eyes flew open. Please, please, please, please, please.
“Of course, my precious.” Ra’s voice was ragged, but seconds later Arvyn felt a hand brush over his hip and then onto Kirill’s. Kirill huffed, possibly with relief, Arvyn wasn’t sure, but when dark eyes met his as Kirill looked over his shoulder, all Arvyn could see was naked trust.
“Take it easy.”
“I promise.” Arvyn’s arousal surged causing him to fumble. The lube bottle fell from his hand and tumbled onto the floor. But Arvyn’s fingers were too busy to reach for it. Cupping his hand around the bottom of Kirill’s butt cheeks he encouraged Kirill to spread his legs, just enough for his hand to slip down there. His fingers flexed, seeking, looking for that tiny place that had remained off limits to everyone else.
The outer muscles were relaxed. Arvyn’s fingers found themselves almost sucked into a heat and tightness that rivaled Ra’s. But there was plenty of slick and when Arvyn added two more fingers the hole was tight, but Kirill wasn’t showing any signs of discomfort. Kirill was still rocking slightly, his hand working Ra’s cock also slowly. It was as if both men were waiting for him.
Which they are, numbnuts. Arching back just enough so Arvyn could get his cock where it needed to go, he felt Kirill’s body catch him, resist for a moment and then slowly, oh so slowly, he rocked his way inside, matching his rhythm to Kirill and Ra. Now this is what I call connected.
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Even though he couldn’t see behind him, Ra knew when Kirill finally accepted Arvyn into his body. Ra wasn’t worried that he was bottoming for both his men for their first time – they had eternity together and Ra knew that over time both men would come to see his smaller human side as no reason why he couldn’t top them both. Although not at the same time. Ra bit his lip to stop from giggling at the idea of having a form with two cocks and his big mates stacked one on top of the other as he fucked them both. Maybe when we’ve been together fifty years or so, he promised himself.
Kirill had been surprisingly gentle so far, and while Ra loved how considerate the vampire was, he needed to show his mates he was strong enough to keep up with them. Besides, while Ra had climaxed in spectacular fashion the moment Arvyn bit him, his cock was still hard, and he still had some claiming of his own to do.
Pushing back, just that little bit harder and just a tiny tad faster, the three men moved in precision. Lying on their side, it wasn’t easy to put much force into anything and despite how cherished he felt, there was something inside Ra that wanted that unbridled rutting he’d only ever seen in others. He craved to feel his mates come undone, he needed them to understand he would not break. With just a thought and a push of intent, Ra found himself on his hands and knees, his limbs almost buckling under the weight of two mates.
“Fuck me.” Ra pushed back hard. “Claim me like I mean something.” He wasn’t sure if it was his tone, the new position, or the force with which he fucked himself back onto Kirill’s cock, but his mates quickly caught on. Ra sent out a silent apology to Kirill’s virgin ass before he got swept up into the emotion.
The three of them. In harmony. Moving together like a well oil-machine. A machine that grunted, swore, and cried out to the gods above the harsh slapping of skin against skin. The hands on Ra’s hips tightened – Ra could feel the tension rising in the air. Three men – all totally different – but when it came down to a fated mate claiming, the mechanics were all the same.
The words were there, on the tip of his tongue, pushing to be said – the final thing Ra had left to do. As he felt Arvyn’s thrusts falter, and then Kirill’s do the same, Ra let go of the stranglehold he had on his own dick, his cock spurting with relief onto the coverlet below.
“I am Ra.” His voice thundered to the skies above. “Hear me, for as I claim I have been claimed. Let no one take my heart or soul from me.”
His slump was caught by Kirill, who flicked his hair back from where it was plastered to the right side of his neck, his fangs sliding into Ra’s neck the way they were meant to. As Arvyn came around and hugged him from the other side, Ra let his eyes close, sending out a silent thank you to the Fates. They had been so good to him and he would cherish the blessings he’d been given.
Chapter Nineteen
It took three days before the real world intruded into the little house on the Irish coastline. Three days where three men barely got out of bed. They didn’t need to worry about clothes, food could be delivered with a snap of Ra’s fingers, and the fire Arvyn had lit the day they’d arrived seemed to mysteriously keep burning without the need for replenishing it – something all three men took in their stride. Cozy, warm, and hidden from the world, the men played, laughed, talked, and loved on each other so hard, until dick chaffing was becoming a real concern.