“Come on, Prime,” Dom rasped. “This isn’t necessary.” But the excitement on his face, the eagerness in his body as he tensed for battle, said otherwise.
Eric felt like an ass for ignoring Dom for three long days. Eric had needed the alone time with Vicki, and Dom understood, gladly giving him the space. But touch meant everything to Ravagers. Dom needed this as much as he did.
As he and Dom stripped out of their clothing, Eric wondered what Vicki would think if she saw this. Though he and the others had fucked her together, they often engaged in sex with each other because they needed it. The way he now needed Dom.
“Try to put up a good fight,” Eric taunted Dom. “It’s embarrassing to kick my guard’s ass so easily.”
Laughter floated around them. Dom hissed his annoyance, but his thick cock clearly showed how much he looked forward to their altercation.
“Prime, you’re so lost in that female it’s a wonder you haven’t grown your own pussy. Are you sure you’re up for a fight?”
Everyone in the room stopped to watch their prime and his guard throw down. A real treat, by Ravager standards.
“I’m going to ream you so hard, Dom.” Eric’s skin rippled as he shifted into his guer.
Dom did the same. Both kept their claws short, not wanting to hurt the other overmuch. Dom struck first, hard and fast. A true joy to watch in battle, he had half the crowd cheering for him. The other half urged Eric to take him slow, to work him over and feed the growing lust in the room.
Eric chuckled when Dom tried to rush him and tripped over Eric’s foot. A shove to Dom’s back enraged him into making another wrong move. They grappled with one another, and as they did, the press of their cocks grew rougher and more arousing. The tension between them heightened everyone’s need.
Spectators began doing more than cheering. Several of the males started their own rough play. The heightened sexual awareness pulsed and throbbed, wrapping around Eric like a vise.
“That’s it, guard. Try to take what you want. You want to fuck me, Dom? Want to shove that monster cock up my ass?”
“Yeah.” Dom’s voice wasn’t much more than a hoarse rasp. “So hard, right now.”
“Mmm. I’ll bet you’re wet too.” Because Ravagers were sexual creatures, their bodies naturally lubricated themselves for sex. Females grew wet, as did males, ever fond of assplay.
“Enough play. On your knees,” Eric ordered Dom.
Dom roared back, “Make me.”
The challenge delighted him. After some careful maneuvering, which had his cock positioned at Dom’s ass, Eric put his guard in a chokehold.
As Dom lost his ability to breathe, Eric pressed harder. “Now you’re mine.”
Dom nodded and Eric let him go.
“Make it wetter, first,” he said, holding himself, already slick with desire.
On a groan, Dom turned and took Eric’s cock to the back of his throat. Excited and more than ready to spend, it took willpower not to explode in Dom’s talented mouth, especially while the others watched.
He withdrew before he lost control. “Up against the table. Lean over it, but not too close. I want everyone to watch me take you.”
Dom stood, drugged on lust, loyalty, and need. Eric could feel his guard’s every emotion pulsing within him, tied to Dom by more than bonds of affection, but by the powerful energy of their entwined guer. Not every prime’s guard could see what his prime needed, but Dom was special. His entire lineage could foresee for their mates. He and Eric had been together since Eric had saved him from Nev and Nev’s fucked-up family. They’d spent nearly all their lives together, and they’d stay that way until they died.
Complete with this Ravager he called his own, Eric took great delight in bending Dom over. He spread Dom’s ass cheeks and licked his lips. “You’re mine. All mine,” he declared as he speared Dom with a rough thrust. Even with his lubed cock, the fit was tight. So much heat surrounding him. So fucking good.
He moaned as he rode Dom hard, caught in the middle of the room with Ravagers fucking on all sides. Clan, pack, Ravagers touching and brushing against him, against Dom. The familiar bonds of ecstasy and fondness pushed him into a crashing orgasm sooner than he’d have liked.
He felt Dom come when he did and wrapped a hand around Dom’s hot cock.
“Yeah, more,” Dom moaned as Eric shuddered inside him. “Milk it, please.”
Eric gripped Dom tight and caught the small bursts of cum still jetting from his slit. The pulse started an answering tide from his own sex, and he swore as the rapture of a second, smaller orgasm filled him.
The true sign of destined mates—the ability to experience each other’s desires and build upon them. Something he’d never felt a need to share with Logan, Jesse, or the girls.
As Eric stood there, embedded inside Dom, he felt a rush of emotion so intense it nearly blinded him. The sight of his clan loving one another, joining in bonds of warmth that only strengthened them, filled him with a sense of wonder. He could only hope to share this with Vicki someday.
“And with Malcolm,” Dom added quietly, breathing hard. “He’s pack, Prime. You’ll see.”
Eric swore with little heat, too winded from their joining, and withdrew from Dom. “I hate when you read me.”
“I can only read you after mind-warping sex,” Dom muttered and straightened. His cock was still half hard. “Fuck, Eric. That was so good.”
“And so necessary.” Eric stepped forward and took Dom in his arms. “I’m sorry I’ve been distant.” He rubbed his cheek against Dom’s, spreading his scent. Then he kissed his guard, his best friend, his lover. “It won’t happen again.”
“I know.” Dom nipped his lip before stepping back. “You know, I smell like her too, now. It’s subtle, but it’s there. She’s started her pack.”
Dom grinned, and Eric swore. A few Ravagers near then sniffed and gazed curiously at their leader.
“You need to announce it soon,” Dom reminded him. “Having Malcolm subtly run her by members of the clan, to spread the news without spreading the news, well, it’s a clever idea to see who’s tolerant and who’s not. But you have to tell them outright at some point.”
“I will. It’s just…”
“I know. But it’s easier to earn forgiveness than permission.”
Eric scowled. “I don’t need permission. I’m the prime.”
“Exactly. Now I’m going to clean up. I suggest you do the same unless you want to meet with Walker and Chen smelling like Ravager cum.”
“So wise, aren’t you, my guard?” Eric grazed the Ravagers he passed, touching and stroking with acceptance.
“Always, Prime. I live to serve.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
“So you’re telling me Ravagers have sex all the time,” Vicki said as she and Malcolm walked the grounds. To her surprise, Malcolm was giving her some valuable information. Though he still looked at her like the big bad wolf wanting to eat up Little Red Riding Hood, he could carry a conversation.
“It’s in our nature.” He shrugged and kicked at a rock with his bare feet. “It’s a basic need, one we don’t think about all that much. To humans, it seems like a big deal.” He paused, as if not sure how to address the issue of humans with the human.