I move up and down, stroking his balls with my fingers while I take his cock in my mouth.
He curses under his breath, grasps at my hair and just when I’m finding a good rhythm that lets me take as much of him as possible without provoking my gag-reflex, I hear Shayne let out a loud gasp.
“Stop,” Falcon murmurs, not sounding too urgent.
I keep going, and my mouth fills up with his cum.
I swallow on reflex, surprised at how quickly I was able to make him finish.
The late-night movies I’ve seen always make it seem like it takes a long time.
I come back up from under the covers, and Falcon immediately pulls me into his arms.
We kiss for long enough that I know his teeth are sharp and he’s getting turned on all over again.
When he breaks the kiss, it’s to whisper, “Shayne’s in bed with us.”
“Isn’t that how this works?” I ask, not lowering my voice.
His eyes flash, but he seems to have lost his ability to talk.
I look right at Shayne, giving him a smile.
Then, I turn back to Falcon.
“Being part of a pack, I mean?”
He smiles. “It works however you want it to work.”
“Then, I’d like to be a part of your pack.”
I flip my hair away from my throat, and I cock my head.
“I want my mark where everyone can see it.”
I glance over at Shayne, who’s watching us with wide eyes, full of desire.
“Both of my marks,” I correct myself.
“You’re sure about this?” Falcon asks.
“Knot me and mark me,” I tell him. “I’m all yours.”
“Oh my God,” Shayne murmurs. “Is this really happening?”
“This is really happening.”
He sits up and tears off his T-shirt.
“Calm the fuck down, Shayne,” Falcon says. “It’s not a race.”
“Right,” I tell them. “We’ve got all night to do this.”
“So, we’re going to do it right.” Falcon grins at me, his fangs shining in the darkness.
I run my finger-tip along them, sating my curiosity.
They’re as sharp as I expect.
