He was even more grateful for it when he felt the slick head of Fox’s cock at his entrance already. No fingers to ease the way this time—Colin had known there wouldn’t be. He was surprised at the slickness though. He turned his head to look back at Fox. “Did you bring lube in your pocket?”
Fox didn’t even meet his eye, his entire concentration centered on Colin’s entrance. “Hush,” he scolded, tapping his cockhead against Colin’s hole. “Put that mouth to use.”
Colin turned back to Dane, but before he could do anything, Fox was pushing in with one smooth thrust, groaning his pleasure.
Colin gasped. Ohfuck, that was a lot of dick.
“How does he feel?” Dane asked softly, his thumb brushing Colin’s cheek.
“Like a naughty little vampire who’s already opened himself up for us,” Fox answered, his voice strangled. “Still fucking tight though.” He leaned over Colin’s back, whispering in Colin’s ear, “Your fingers are too slender, baby. You need us to do it properly, don’t you?”
Colin would have to disagree, but he was too busy panting to say so. God, the way Fox was filling him was perfect—not painful, exactly, but…intense.
Overwhelming.
He felt something at his lips then. Colin had closed his eyes without realizing it, and he opened them now to find Dane hadfreed himself and was rubbing his already hard cock against Colin’s mouth.
Colin darted his tongue out to taste the slightly bitter precum.
Fox swatted Colin’s hip lightly as he pulled out and thrust in again, the force of which had Colin grunting. “Open up, baby. Dane’s fucking desperate for it.”
Well, hehadpromised himself to whoever caught him.
Colin opened his mouth, and Dane pressed in with a haggard groan. Maybe Fox had been right—maybe hewasdesperate. Colin sucked hard, finding himself eager for it. He loved his mate’s taste, the weight of him on his tongue. He loved the way Dane always let him set the pace when it came to giving head, let him lick and suck however he wanted to, never tried to choke him on his dick. He was such a good boy that way, wasn’t he?
But Colin wanted him deep tonight.
He couldn’t help it. Naked and kneeling on the forest floor, he was feeling fucking hungry and debauched and…primal.
He wanted to be filled at both ends, wanted his mates to take him over.
He pushed himself forward, sucking as much of Dane’s cock in as he could, basking in Fox’s approving murmur. “There you go, slayer. Give him his reward, hm? We caught you fair and square.”
Fair and square, Colin’s ass. The two of them had herded him like goddamn velociraptors. Faking him out on the left so he’d run straight into their clutches.
But that was fine.
Colin had always intended to be caught.
He gave in to it now, the feel of them both. The way Fox was stretching his insides and Dane was stretching his mouth. Their grunts and groans and filthy mutterings. He closed his eyesand let himself be—just for the moment—pure animal, dirty and desperate. No thoughts, just sensation.
Fox changed his angle, hitting that electric bundle of nerves, and Colin moaned, the sound muffled by Dane’s cock. Spit dripped down his chin and into the dirt, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, not when Dane’s hand landed on the front of his neck, squeezing lightly in approval. “God, you feel fucking amazing, baby.”
“Doesn’t he though?” Fox purred.
Colin clenched his inner muscles, and Fox cursed, the heavy weight of his body settling fully over Colin’s back.
“Oh, it’s like that, huh?” He picked up his pace then, pounding furiously into Colin, the force of it pushing Dane’s cock even deeper down Colin’s throat, his punched-out groans coming out garbled and choked. His head began to go fuzzy in that perfect way, the way only the two of them had ever been able to give him.
Dane came first, shooting down Colin’s throat almost without warning, and Colin barely had time to swallow before Dane withdrew from his mouth, propping Colin up against his body, his hand working Colin’s cock furiously.
Colin gasped for air. It was almost too much—the pressure of Dane’s hand combined with the force of Fox’s thrusts, the new angle as Dane held his upper body off the ground. “Oh, fuck.Fuck.”
“Make him come,” Fox ordered Dane, his breath hot in Colin’s ear. “I want to see him dripping on the dirt.”
It wouldn’t be long. Tension was building low in Colin’s spine, and he barely felt in control of his own limbs as it was. When that tension released, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave, Colin bit down with rapidly lengthening teeth into Dane’s pec, sucking down whatever copper he could get.
“Fuck,” Dane groaned, his hand still gripping Colin’s softening cock. Colin whimpered at the too-much sensation.
