Jonah nodded. He didn’t dare speak, not while Ez was still touching him.
“Good,” Ez said after a moment. His eyes swept over Jonah, who was suddenly breathing hard, and then, all at once, he stepped back and away. “Are you ready for today?”
Jonah swallowed, running a hand through his hair to push it back from his face. “Uh, yeah, I think so.”
Ez smiled. “I am sure you are. You will be choosing Rafe, I assume?”
Jonah thought back to the week before. He’d considered that ridged toy before he’d picked out Damon’s, and Rafe’s disappointment had really given the game away.
“I could make him wait another week,” he said cheekily.
Ez laughed, the sound rich and deep. “Youcould.I think he would punish you for it.”
“Punish me?” Jonah’s cock was suddenlyveryinterested in proceedings.
“Yes. It is not all he enjoys, but it plays a part.”
Jonah swallowed again. “Yeah, okay,” he said finally.
Ez smiled and finally seemed to take pity on him. “Come along. I’m sure they’re waiting.”
***
When they reached the room, it surprised Jonah to find that the four of them were, in fact, waiting for him. The box with the toys was open on the table again – Finley and Damon’s were missing, and Jonah wondered for a moment where they had gone.
Ez closed the door behind them, and Jonah smiled when Finley winked at him, and suppressed a shiver at the weight of Damon’s heavy stare.
Fuck,Damon had…
He shook his head. Rafe’s gaze was dark, intent, fingers twitching on his thighs. Torin wasn’t looking at Jonah. He was watching Rafe, evidently amused from his perch next to Finley.
“Time to choose, Jonah,” Ez said.
The air was heavy, charged, as he stepped forward and pretended to muse over the toys still in the box. There was the big, ridged one – Rafe’s, evidently – and then the other, slimmer toy, with those strange appendages that seemed to wrap around the length of it.
Jonah took a deep breath. He glanced up, and when he met Torin’s gaze, Torin grinned, eyes flicking to Rafe just for a second.
Jonah looked at Rafe. He lookedhungry. When their gazes met, his eyes flashed gold, and Jonah bit back a whimper at the sight of it.
Fuck, he was already so far gone. He didn’t have a choice, did he?
Jonah pointed at the ridged toy.
Chapter Two
Rafe leapt to his feet, even as Finley, and Torin laughed. Damon let out an amused sound, too, but Jonah didn’t have a chance to focus on it, because Rafe rounded the table and pulled him in for a deep kiss. He licked his way into Jonah’s mouth, utterly taking charge, and Jonah melted against him, hands tangling in Rafe’s shirt.
None of them were as big as Damon, but Rafe seemed to be made up of just as much muscle, his abs hard even through his shirt. Jonah whined and pushed closer, gasping into Rafe’s mouth when Rafe grabbed his arse, grinding their hips together.
“Let him breathe, dragon,” Damon grunted. His voice came from somewhere else, and when Rafe pulled back, he saw that Damon had moved and was sitting on the sofa next to Finley. Torin was still on the arm, leaning against Finley’s shoulder.
Rafe growled something – Jonah didn’t know if he’d spoken or not – and then he was kissing down Jonah’s throat, leaving a stinging bite every so often that made Jonah gasp.
“We… Aren’t we—”
“Going somewhere?” Rafe asked. His voice was a deep rumble and when he lifted his head, Jonah saw his eyes were rimmed with gold.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
