“I should, shouldn’t I?” Rake said, smiling. Quin played with the hair at the nape of Kit’s neck, enjoying how subdued and pliant he was in that moment. He could never be with Kit the way Rake was with DJ, but he enjoyed watching it.
“Sir,” DJ said, sounding like a man on the edge, “the sun is up soon, and I can’t go into my vamp coma with a boner. You know I hate doing that. It takes me ages to get it up again afterwards.”
“Sir, can you please let him come?” Shaun said. “I can’t take much more.”
“Of the conversation or the pounding?” Quin asked, intrigued. Kit snorted a laugh against his neck. He must have been coming back to himself, as he’d been silent until then.
“Both?” Shaun said, his voice high-pitched as DJ rocked against him.
“You can come, sweetheart,” Rake said, leaning over Shaun’s shoulder to take DJ’s mouth in a filthy kiss.
Quin saw the moment DJ came, his movement stilling as he groaned into Rake’s lips. The three of them fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, Rake lying in the middle with both of his guys under one arm.
Quin decided it was about time he came too. He nudged Kit away from his neck, just far enough that he could kiss him whilst he stroked himself to completion. It took only a few furious tugs. Once he’d finished, he held his cum-covered hand up to Kit. “You want some?”
Kit opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out. Quin fed him his cum, Kit lapping at his hand and licking it off like ice cream.
Over Kit’s shoulder, he could see DJ watching them from where he lay. DJ sent him a salacious wink, which had Quin smiling. “He has an oral fixation,” Quin explained. He was boasting, but he didn’t care.
“Fuck you, Daddy,” Kit said, his voice muffled around Quin’s fingers.
Quin chuckled, and Rake gave him a judgemental look. “I was under the impression that Daddies were supposed to discipline their boys when they were rude.”
Quin struggled to stop himself from laughing more. “Sure thing,” he said, then tapped Kit’s arse cheek in retribution.
Kit gasped, as if Quin had just spanked him with the full force of his werewolf strength. “Daddy, what was that for?”
“Being naughty.”
“But youlikeit when I’m naughty.”
“True. I take the spank back.”
The corners of Rake’s mouth turned down into an exaggerated frown.
“Their rules aren’t our rules, Sir,” Shaun said from where his head was pillowed on Rake’s chest.
“Well, that,” Rake said, “is evident.”
“So,” DJ drawled. “Same time tomorrow night?”
TWENTY-FIVE
Kit
Kit didn’t wantto let go of Quin. He wound his arms around him, linking his hands at the back of Quin’s neck. It was a good thing Quin didn’t seem to want to let him go either, because Kit was certain he would permanently die if asked to move off him.
“Shall we go to our own room?” Quin murmured, his hot breath gusting over Kit’s ear.
“Mmm,” he responded. It was all he was capable of in that moment.
“I’ll take that as a yes, baby.” Quin stood, and Kit wrapped his legs around Quin’s waist to stop himself from falling. It occurred to him that they were both naked, but the brief self-consciousness faded quickly. He had, after all, just come in front of the triad and witnessed them all do the same. Once such experiences were shared, modesty was no longer a concern.
“Don’t forget aftercare,” Rake said as Quin pushed the door open.
“I won’t,” Quin assured him.
Kit drifted as Quin got him cleaned up and ready for bed. The sun would rise soon, sweet oblivion beckoning. He burrowedunder the duvet whilst he waited for Quin to sort himself out in the bathroom, his head enjoyably empty of thoughts.
