Just that was enough to make his toes curl. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last long at all.
He buried one hand in Lukas’ hair and stretched the other arm behind his own head, raising an eyebrow in his bestI’m waitingexpression.
Lukas smirked, dragging his tongue up the underside of Quinn’s cock. Then the wet heat of his mouth enveloped Quinn and his world fractured.
As many times as he’d imagined this, it was nothing compared to the real thing. Especially with Max pressed against his side, trailing lazykisses along his neck and jaw. The mix of Max’s campfire-and-citrus and Lukas’ petrichor was heady and intoxicating. He wouldn’t mind getting drunk off it.
A half moan, half sob escaped him as Lukas did something with his tongue that made sparks burst along his nerve endings, and that was it. He was gone, shuddering with an orgasm so intense he lost his breath long enough for gray to creep into the edges of his vision.
His body went limp as he sucked in a few desperate breaths, pressing his arm over his eyes with a groan. Fuck, he hadn’t come that fast in years. “Sorry,” he murmured, resisting the hand tugging at him and keeping his arm firmly in place.
Max huffed against his shoulder before jabbing a finger into Quinn’s ribs, making him jump and shoot a glare from beneath his arm. With a smirk, Max pointed his chin towards Lukas.
Quinn braced himself before slowly focusing on the other wolf.
Lukas was flushed, his hair a mess from both Max’s and Quinn’s fingers, his lips swollen and eyes nearly black even with the wolf glow behind them. With barely a tug to his hair, Lukas crawled into Quinn’s lap, a whine at the back of his throat that squashed Quinn’s embarrassment.
“You poor thing,” Max murmured, sliding a hand under Lukas’ shirt. “Do you need a turn now?”
Lukas shivered as he arched into Max’s fingers. “Please.”
Max glanced at Quinn and snorted at whatever he saw.
Quinn couldn’t blame him; he probably looked like a mess. He could hardly even think clearly beyond the fact he had a hot, needy Lukas squirming in his lap. When Max crowded said lap, settling behind Lukas and peeling his shirt off, Quinn found himself transfixed by Max’s fingers exploring the bared chest and stomach. When they reached the jeans and palmed the large bulge there, Lukas groaned, tipping his head back with a roll of his hips, and Quinn finally regained enough sense to put his hands on Lukas.
He made short work of the button and zipper and yanked both pants and boxers down, a soft growl building in his chest as he pulled Lukas free and wrapped a hand around the hot, thick length of him.
“Yesss.” Lukas pushed into the grip, leaning into Max and turning his head enough their lips met in an open-mouth kiss.
Before Max entered their lives, Quinn had never imagined a poly relationship for himself, but he could admit he liked the sight of them together. Even if that was only because he now knew he had a chance at something with Lukas himself.
He tightened his fingers around Lukas’ cock as he began stroking, grinning at Max when his fingers joined in.
Lukas moaned, long and throaty, before pitching forward and crushing his lips against Quinn’s. His hips jerked before he found a rhythm, thrusting into their grips and biting Quinn’s lower lip with sharp cutoff growls.
“Fuck,” Quinn breathed, burying his free hand in Lukas’ hair and dragging him into another kiss, dominating it, keeping Lukas exactly where he wanted until the other wolf whimpered in surrender. “Good boy,” he murmured against Lukas’ lips, curling his fingers tighter in his dark hair as he glanced at Max.
With a grin, Max dragged his teeth across Lukas’ shoulder. “Good little slut,” he purred.
Quinn nearly laughed at seeing this side of the mage. He’d have to ask exactly how he knew how to read Lukas at the start, but that could wait. For now, they turned their attention to pleasuring Lukas, marking him and repeatedly pushing him to the edge of bliss, before finally letting him fall over the edge with a hoarse scream.
He licked into Lukas’ mouth when he came, muffling his cries as he covered Quinn’s stomach and chest with an obscene amount of spend.
Lukas shook between them, panting against Quinn’s lips with a dazed, blissed-out expression. When Max pulled away and disappeared into the bathroom, Lukas tipped to the side, collapsing next to Quinn as if Max had been the only thing holding him up.
Quinn was so distracted by Lukas curling into his side with a sigh and a scent of contentment that he hardly noticed Max’s return until a damp cloth swiped up the mess cooling on his stomach. “Thanks,” he murmured, hooking an arm around Max’s waist as he sank into Quinn’s lap and stretched his legs out over Lukas. “Okay?” he asked, nuzzling into Max’s shoulder.
“Mm, yeah.” Max smiled and kissed Quinn’s nose before sliding across both of them and snuggling into Lukas’ other side.
Lukas grunted when Max got a knee in his stomach, but otherwise was doing a great job at playing a blacked-out druggie.
Quinn shifted enough to pull Lukas closer, wrapping one arm around him and resting his other hand on Max’s arm when it draped over Lukas’ stomach.
It may not have been a typical pack or relationship setup, but Max and Lukas both smelled happy and content and satiated, which was all that really mattered.
Chapter 16
LUKAS’ PHONEringing jerked him out of sleep sometime later. He winced as he sat up, his neck protesting the awkward angle he’d been resting in. He fumbled his phone from his pocket, squinting at the too bright backlight and cursing when he saw his CO’s name on the screen. He might have gotten back from a mission less than forty-eight hours ago, but sometimes that couldn’t be helped.
