“I don’t answer to you,” Kellen said softly. “Fuck off.”
Logan arrived at the doorway, looked from Jesse to Kellen, and raised a brow. “What did I miss?”
“I told Kellen to get his ass downstairs.” Jesse glared, but his expression also held a hint of excitement.
Kellen felt that same desire to fight creep into his smile. “And I told him to fuck off.”
Logan nodded. “Ah, finally, it’s come to this. Well? Get going.”
Jesse ripped off his shirt and grinned like a maniac. “Let’s.”
Kellen didn’t know what to make of Logan’s blasé attitude, but he welcomed the chance to trades fists with the asshole constantly grating on his nerves. Before he could take a step, Logan raced behind him and slashed through his shirt, careful not to bruise his skin.
Shocked that Logan had attacked, Kellen turned. “What the hell?”
“No shirts. Skin to skin.”
Kellen didn’t like the subtle vibe he could feel, as if they were both up to something. “Logan?”
“Skin to skin,” Jesse said, his voice husky. With desire.
Kellen’s erection grew thicker, and he did his best to pretend his excitement was only for the fight. But a glance at Jesse showed the Ravager aroused as well.
Disaster loomed, but Kellen was helpless to disguise his desire. With any luck they’d fight and get his mind off of sex.
“Well? Dinner’s coming soon,” Logan prodded them.
Kellen figured to knock Jesse around, reinforce the fact that no one owned him, and took a step in Jesse’s direction. But the fucker was fast.
Between Jesse and Logan, that sneak, they’d knocked him to the ground on all fours, his hands and knees buffered by the rug. He glanced up and froze.
Logan’s pants were down, and his dick was there, hard and slick and directly in front of Kellen’s face.When did he get to his knees?Kellen wondered and licked his lips, hungry for Ravager.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” Logan said, his voice thick.
“What the fuck?” Kellen’s mouth watered, and his brain turned clean off.
“Yeah, you need this, Kellen,” he heard Jesse say as a warm mouth kissed its way to his shoulder.
Kellen trembled, aware of his vulnerability. On his hands and knees beneath Jesse, who could claw him to pieces. Yet Logan stood unafraid, his cock out, about as exposed as a male could get.
Logan ran a hand over Kellen’s hair. “Suck me off, Kellen. You know you want to.” Logan paused. “And God knows I want you to.”
Kellen waited for what came next. A dick rammed down his throat. A fat cock jammed up his ass, moving too hard, too fast. Bringing pain, and with it, a sick anticipation. Forced to submit, to look at his kind of desire as unhealthy in a powerful berserker.
He’d been shamed to accept the brutality of his leaders, forced to dominate others in public sexual scenes that excited his prime and encouraged bloodlust in clanmates while crushing his soul.
“It’s your choice,” Jesse said and stroked him gently, murmuring soft words when Kellen flinched.
Logan crouched low to kiss him, his tongue caressing with a tenderness that made Kellen tear up. “That’s it. It’s safe here. You can let go, baby.”
“I’ll catch you,” Jesse added, his hands firm, his touch thoughtful yet stirring Kellen’s carnal need. Then he felt the brush of theirguer, an acceptance of all he was and might be.
The feel of homecoming blazed warmth through his entire body, mind, and heart, and he moaned, wanting to revel in the taste of these lovers.
“You want to fuck or be fucked?” Jesse asked, claws now grazing Kellen’s back. Seconds later, a tongue stroked the shell of Kellen’s ear, making him shudder, and Jesse whispered, “Come on, Kellen. Tell me.”
“I think he needs both.” Logan cupped Kellen’s cheek and smiled at him. “How about we give you a bit of everything? That work for you?”
