There was only a moment of hesitation before Lukas stripped out of his own clothes. When Max lifted his hips, Lukas snorted and stripped the rest of Max’s as well.
“Lube.”
Lukas raised an eyebrow, but he leaned over Max to the nightstand. “When did you get so bossy? You’re picking up Quinn’s bad traits.”
Max sucked in an exaggerated gasp. “I’m telling,” he sang, plastering his hands against Lukas’ chest. He bit his lip with a hum as he dragged his fingers over warm flesh, tracing the definition of muscles with a soft sigh of bliss.
Caius and Quinn were both in good shape, but it was obvious that Lukas still worked out regularly. Max might have been jealous, but he was allergic to exercise. He was just thankful for his genes and metabolism keeping him slim.
When Lukas planted a hand by Max’s head and reached behind himself with the other, Max slid his hands to Lukas’ hips, biting back a giggle.
“You’re gonna be in sooo much trouble,” he continued, dragging out the last syllable.
Lukas narrowed his eyes, but the twitch of his cock gave him away.
Max grinned. “He might even spank you,” he said in a scandalized whisper.
“Fucking hell,” Lukas laughed. “Do you talk to Caius like this?”
He looked up with wide eyes. “Of course not. I call him my pirate Daddy and beg him to plunder my booty,” he said, cackling as Lukas toppled off him, clutching his sides and wheezing. Maxsnickered as he fished for the dropped lube and coated his fingers before rolling into Lukas and wiggling his hand between the wolf’s legs.
Lukas was still gasping for air, but his laugh turned into a deep groan when Max pushed two fingers inside. He went pliant a moment later, his hands twisted in the covers as he pushed into the intrusion. “Yeah,” he gasped.
Max bit his lip, transfixed by the sight of Lukas curled up beside him, eyes shut and lips parted on soft moans, dark hair sticking to his face. He was gorgeous. And he belonged to Max, just like Caius and Quinn.
Somehow these three shifters had found him and claimed him as theirs. Called him pack. Made him family. And they were his. He really needed to figure out a way to put his mark on them. Ooh, maybe Rían would help him tattoo them. He’d have to ask.
He pushed Lukas onto his back and crawled between his legs, fumbling the lube as he tried to get more to coat himself. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or pure desire, but he needed inside Lukas. Now.
Once he pressed inside, he couldn’t stop. “Sorry,” he gasped, clutching at Lukas’ hips as he buried himself with a few quick thrusts.
Lukas arched beneath him with a sharp grunt, tearing the sheets with clawed fingers.
Max shivered and dropped his forehead to Lukas’ chest, rocking his hips with short, shallow thrusts. “Feel so good.” He rarely imagined how good it might feel on the other side; he was content being pinned and taken. But this was so much better than his imagination. Even better than jerking off.
He dragged his hands across Lukas’ hips and stomach, smearing lube as he groped for the wolf’s cock. Once he found it, he latched on and started stroking.
Lukas bucked beneath him with a shout, the glow of his eyes visible beneath his lashes. “Max.”
“Yeah.” He felt over-hot, like his flames were pressing up beneath his skin. He may not have found Rían’s amulet, but practicing with the trainer every day ensured he no longer felt on the brink of turning everything to ash.
He bit and kissed his way across Lukas’ chest until he found a nipple to sink his teeth into. Then he bit the other when Lukas thrashed beneath him with a throaty growl.
Tiny sparks flickered around his fingers as he continued stroking, and Lukas gasped, his eyes and mouth flying open with a look of shock, before his eyes rolled back and his body shuddered with his release.
Max groaned as Lukas tightened around him, giving a few last spastic thrusts before his orgasm slammed through him. He collapsed on top of the wolf with a breathless laugh, nuzzling against Quinn’s mark on Lukas’ neck.
“Fuck,” Lukas groaned, his chest heaving. “You can fuck me whenever you want.”
Max grinned and made himself comfortable, ignoring Lukas’ protests of needing to shower as he let sleep claim him.
MAX STARTLEDawake when his pillow abruptly vanished. He sat up in alarm, squinting at the unfamiliar shadows and swallowing against the faint threat of nausea. Then he heard a ragged breath and focused on Lukas on the other side of the bed.
“Wh’s wrong?”
Lukas blew out a loud breath. “Nothing. Sorry I woke you.”
Max crawled closer and settled on his knees behind Lukas. He knew better than to touch, thanks to Caius waking like this sometimes. “Should I get Quinn?” When Lukas didn’t respond, he crawled to the edge of the bed and held his hand out. “Or we could go down to him together.” He wiggled his fingers when Lukas remained silent.
