“Not many humans have taken a knot before,” Torin said, agreeing. “Not manycould.Did you beg for it?”
Had he? Probably. One of Torin’s hands skimmed over Jonah’s arse, squeezing through the threadbare denim of his jeans.
“And what about Damon?”
“He… I… We went to the labyrinth. I had to run.”
Torin leaned back, eyes travelling over Jonah’s face. “Did you like it?”
Jonah bit the inside of his cheek. He nodded.
“You liked it when he pushed you into the dirt and took you?” Torin didn’t seem to be expecting an answer. “Liked it when his cock started to swell and fill you to bursting?”
“Yes,” Jonah said. It came out as a whisper.
Torin rolled his hips. Jonah gasped again, reaching out to clutch at his biceps. He might not be built like Damon, but that one touch told Jonah he was solid muscle, and he fought a groan.
“You liked it when Rafe fucked you too,” Torin said, “But then, we all did. You like being a good boy for us monsters, don’t you?”
Jonah squeezed his eyes shut as his face flamed. Heat rushed through him, his cock stiffening in his jeans. It wasn’t just the words – something about Torin’svoicelit his every nerve alight.
“Yes,” he said finally, when the silence had dragged on too long.
“Good,” Torin said. He licked the shell of Jonah’s ear, and when he bit down on his earlobe, his teeth were needle-sharp.
“What… What are you going to do to me?”
Torin huffed out a laugh. He kissed along Jonah’s jaw. “Hmm, I have a lot of plans. It relies on you. I need to know what you like. What you don’t like.”
Jonah whined. He tried to move his hips, but Torin held him in place as he leaned back.
“I like everything,” Jonah said.
Torin laughed again at that, though it wasn’t dismissive. “No,” he said. “I mean it, Jonah. What do you like?”
“I – I don’t—”
Torin moved suddenly, and Jonah found himself flat on his back on the bed, his wrists pinned above his head. Jonah shifted, but he couldn’t get free from Torin’s grip, and it sent another bolt of heat through him.
“You like that,” Torin said. “You like it when we move you where we want you.”
Jonah nodded. Torin’s knees rested on either side of his hips. Jonah tried to push up against him, but Torin laughed, and one hand landed on Jonah’s chest, holding him easily in place.
“You liked it when Rafe spanked you, too. Is that what you’re after?”
“No,” Jonah said. He groaned. “Torin, I just—”
“Oh, we’ll get there, don’t worry.” Torin tugged up the bottom of Jonah’s shirt, fingers moving slowly over his skin. “I know you like it when we tell you what a good boy you are.”
Jonah closed his eyes. His cheeks felt hot. Yes, he did, and it wasn’t something he’d explored before he’d come here.
Torin leaned over him, thumb stroking over Jonah’s nipple. “Such a good, desperate boy for us,” he murmured. His voice wrapped around Jonah’s mind, going straight to his cock. “Such a pretty monster slut in my bed.”
Jonah’s eyes flew open again as a groan spilt from his throat. Torin’s smile was wicked.
“Oh, is that it?” He licked up Jonah’s throat again, nipping at his jaw. “You want to be a good boy, but that’s not always what you are, is it?”
“Torin…”
