So now, all Ra wanted was to lose himself in his mates. He was still in his godly form, not that his size seemed to be causing any problems for either of the men he’d been claimed by. Kirill had jumped on him the moment their backs hit the bed, his hands (sans claws) tracing every one of Ra’s hot spots, while his lips were devouring Ra’s like a man possessed and his cock was rubbing up against Ra’s hip.
Arvyn had his own agenda, his mouth encasing Ra’s cock, his head bobbing up and down. Ra groaned as Arvyn’s fingers breached him, and he quickly thought about lube. His mates were used to his magical prep by now. Although, Arvyn made a noise of surprise as his fingers suddenly found little resistance as they pushed up against Ra’s hole.
Yes, I’m in my bigger form. I don’t look like your lovable twink right now, but I still need – I need you both to possess me. Flinging his legs wide open, Ra hoped his mates got the message. He clung to Kirill’s shoulders, tugging his mate closer, his hands running down his vampire’s broad back to knead his ass.
Arvyn pulled off Ra’s cock with a pop, and Ra moaned against Kirill’s lips in protest. Every nerve ending was on fire and he felt like he was going to split out of his skin. But then Arvyn’s weight was against his back, tilting Ra to one side. Ra went willingly, his body resting on Kirill’s who’d moved to accommodate them both.
Kirill cupped his head, his fingers pressing in his hair as he rained kisses across Ra’s cheeks, his jaw and neck. Ra panted as he felt the blunt end of Arvyn’s cock against his hole. He pushed back, needing the possession, needing to be filled, but Kirill pulled him forward again, stopping Arvyn’s penetration. “Do you trust us, beloved?” Kirill’s eyes were flashing red, his mouth an angry slash against his dark scruff.
“Always.” Ra didn’t know what his mates were planning but he didn’t care. Kirill rolled until his back was firmly on the mattress, and Ra went with him. He went to sit up, happy to sit on Kirill’s cock if Arvyn was busy, but Kirill’s hands on his butt had him scooting up enough, so that Kirill could curl his hips up. Ra felt the nudge of Kirill’s cock demanding entrance and he allowed it, moaning as he felt the wide head breach him.
Once again Ra tried to sit up, and Kirill allowed it, but only halfway. Arvyn was back, at his back, his fingers tracing up and down Ra’s crack. When they circled his widened hole, Ra groaned, pushing out as Arvyn’s finger pushed in.
“Can you do it?” Arvyn’s hair brushed against Ra’s tingling shoulders as his words whispered in his ear. “Can you take us both?”
All Ra could do was moan, bearing down on Arvyn’s fingers. He wanted it, by all that was holy, he wanted that more than he could breathe.
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Arvyn wasn’t a mind reader and apart from when he was in his wolf form, he’d never tried to communicate with his mates mentally, relying on mood shifts across their bond to keep him aware of what was going on. But whether it was because Ra was still in his godly form, or because they were on another realm, or maybe Arvyn was just more open to receiving messages with his wolf still pumped from the fight with Seth. Whatever it was, Arvyn heard Ra’s pleas to be possessed. He could feel the tension in his mate’s larger frame, feel that urge to fly apart. And when Kirill’s suggestion whispered through his mind as he eased his way into Ra’s body… he could take both of us in this form… Arvyn’s cock leapt at the suggestion.
And now as he looked down, watching where his second finger joined his first, stretching Ra’s hole that was already tight around Kirill’s wide cock, his length bobbed in anticipation. Ra’s legs were splayed wide, his longer form making it easy for Kirill to kiss and nip at his face. Arvyn focused on his end, carefully easing a third finger in alongside his others, making sure his fingernails didn’t nick Ra’s skin, or Kirill’s solid cock.
Another surge of magic and suddenly there was a lot more lube around his fingers. Arvyn grinned. Ra might be sucking Kirill’s lips like his life depended on it, his fingers leaving indents in Kirill’s shoulders, but he hadn’t forgotten the wolf at his back. Arvyn flexed his fingers against Kirill’s cock, causing the vampire to shudder.
Do it. Do it. Two men, two pleas. Arvyn heard them both and with one last wiggle of his fingers, he carefully withdrew them from Ra’s hole, using the additional lube to add to that already on his dick. Up on his knees, holding the base of his cock firmly, because lord knows Arvyn was ready to blow just from the sexy sight, he traced the head of his cock over the base of Kirill’s following it up until it was pressed against the rim of Ra’s hole.
Ra froze in anticipation, Kirill did too. It was as if both men were waiting, the only sound was their harsh panting. Looking down, Arvyn took a shaky breath of his own, and started to push. Ra’s already stretched muscles were resisting and using his free hand, Arvyn pressed on the skin above the hole, teasing it upwards, encouraging the muscles to relax. Another brush of magic in the air and more lube oozed out of Ra’s hole.
You are such a sweetheart. Arvyn pushed harder, groaning as Ra’s body swallowed the head of his cock. It was tight, tighter than Arvyn could possibly imagine, and Arvyn puffed out hard as his balls tightened. There was no way he was going to abuse such a trusting gift by coming too soon.
It took time – Arvyn had no idea how long. But despite every one of Arvyn’s instincts urging him to pound on in, he resisted. Despite his much larger form as a god, Ra was still his mate, still precious. When Arvyn felt the head of his cock brush against the rim of Kirill’s he let out a long breath. One more push and his balls were brushing Kirill’s.
“Oh, babe.” Arvyn just wanted to savor the moment, but it was time for other things. Kissing between Ra’s trembling shoulders, using his thumbs to stroke the edge of Kirill’s – with his hands fisted on the mattress that was all Arvyn could reach. But with their cocks pushed together by Ra’s tightness, he’d never felt closer to both of his mates.
Arvyn wasn’t sure who moved first. Ra relaxed, his small moan and a minute flex of his hips an indication he was ready for more. Arvyn felt Kirill’s fingertips brush his hips and guessed the vampire was holding Ra steady. Then Arvyn felt the slide of Kirill’s cock against his own. Small movements, but as Kirill pulled out, Arvyn pushed in; Kirill thrust forward, Arvyn moved back. Rock your body right. Arvyn wanted to chuckle as the line from an old boyband song flashed through his head.
But then Ra moaned, his head tilted back, his hair falling down between his shoulders. The muscles down his back formed taut lines on either side of his spine as the top of his butt flexed. Arvyn guessed what his lovely mate was doing, but it wasn’t as though he could give Ra a helping hand. He was supporting his weight, unwilling for Kirill or Ra to be squashed. Kirill’s got a solid eight pack – perfect friction for Ra’s lovely cock.
Time stopped. All Arvyn knew was the pressure around his cock, the smell of sex saturating the air, and the harsh breathing from his mates. Kirill was grunting every time he pushed in; Ra’s moans were coming in a steady stream, accelerating Arvyn’s need. He couldn’t help it – he had to move faster, still making sure his movements were shallow enough not to do Ra any harm. Kirill’s thighs tensed as he bent his legs, slamming his feet onto the mattress, trying to find purchase as he matched Arvyn’s rhythm. On and on, like a well-oiled machine.