Jonah paused, but Torin bit his lower lip and grabbed Jonah’s wrists, pulling him closer.
“I didn’t say stop,” he said against Jonah’s mouth.
Jonah groaned, and they kissed again as Jonah got Torin’s shirt unfastened, pushing it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Torin tugged at the hem of Jonah’s shirt, and soon they were both naked from the waist up, pressed tightly together.
“I’m going to fuck you in that tub,” Torin said, hand sliding down the back of Jonah’s unfastened jeans to palm his arse. “And out of it, probably.”
“Yeah, okay,” Jonah muttered. He’d agree to anything, he knew that. Maybe he should be concerned by how quickly each of these men had got under his skin, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
Especially not when Torin stroked over his hole, applying just enough pressure to make Jonah gasp.
Torin tugged Jonah’s jeans down and then Jonah was standing there naked as Torin looked him over with greedy eyes. Jonah reached for the waistband of Torin’s trousers, but Torin caught his hands.
“Get in,” he said.
Jonah hesitated for only a second before he did as he was told. He heard fabric hit the floor behind him. By the time he turned to look, Torin was sliding into the tub alongside him, pressing up against Jonah’s back.
It was more pool-sized than Jonah had thought – or, at least, it was deeper than it had first appeared. Jonah could stand and keep his head above the water, but only just, and when Torin wrapped a hand around his cock, he nearly went under.
Torin grabbed his hip and breathed a laugh into his ear. “Steady, now,” he said. “Hold on to the edge.”
Jonah did as he was told. Sharp teeth scraped down the side of his throat as Torin stroked him, his hand surprisingly slick. Jonah turned his head, spotting a bottle of lube next to where they’d climbed in. Torin nipped his earlobe.
“Have you worked out what I am yet?”
“No,” Jonah said. Torin squeezed his cock hard, and he let out a choked moan. He was as hard as he’d been in the bedroom, but was Torin really going to get him off like this?
“You’ll get there.” Torin’s cock pressed against Jonah’s arse. It felt… normal, but then, Jonah supposed Damon’s did too unless he’d transformed.
Fingers pressed against his lips and Jonah opened his mouth, sucking on the digits. He groaned when Torin pressed against his tongue, slowly forcing his mouth open. Torin moaned in response, his cock sliding along Jonah’s cleft when he shifted his hips.
“Such a good, pretty slut,” he murmured. “The things you’d let us do to you… It’s good the others haven’t worked it out yet.”
Jonah whined. Torin kept stroking his thumb over the head of his cock on every pass, and Jonah knew he was close. Torin pushed his fingers deeper. When Jonah gagged, he growled and bit down on Jonah’s shoulder.
“I don’t know whether I want to fuck your mouth or make you get on your knees here and suck me off. Are you good at holding your breath, Jonah?”
Jonah shook his head, though his cock had twitched when Torin had said it.
“You like that, don’t you?” Torin murmured. He slowed his stroking, fucking his fingers in and out of Jonah’s mouth. “You like the danger of it. Of us. We could all tear you apart and you’d beg us for more, little slut you are.”
Jonah moaned. He was shaking and knew it was only Torin holding him up. Torin growled, pressing his hips harder against Jonah’s arse as he rubbed his cock against Jonah’s hole.
“You trip all our instincts, Jonah,” he said lowly, darkly. “Making Finley want to knot you. Damon chase you. Fuck, even Rafe… He wants to collar you, keep you open for him, for all of us.”
He pulled his fingers out of Jonah’s mouth all of a sudden and spun him around, kissing Jonah with a ferocity that took his breath away. Jonah clung to him, trembling all over. He wasso close, but he didn’t want this to stop, didn’t want Torin to…
“What about you?” Jonah asked. His voice came out raspy, and he thought it would only get worse if Torin had his way.
“What about me?”
Jonah traced his hands over Torin’s muscular chest, marvelling at the feeling of him under his fingers. His skin almost shimmered, and when Jonah stroked his nipple, it hardened under his touch.
“What instincts do I trip for you?”
Torin growled. He hemmed Jonah in, one hand on either side of his shoulders. His eyes reminded Jonah of the sea, stormy as they were, and his cock stiffened even as a trickle of fear ran down his spine.
“I want to drag you down to the bottom of the ocean and keep you there forever. I want to fuck you there, only let you up to catch your breath before I pull you down again.”
