Ez growled. Sharp teeth trailed over Jonah’s shoulder, catching on the bite mark Rafe had left behind. The bruises from Torin’s tentacles were fading faster, but Ez ran a claw over them with his free hand, scraping at the sensitive skin until Jonah was writhing and gasping beneath him.
“I can have any of you,” he growled. “All of you.”
“Yes.”
Ez looked at Jonah again. The corner of his mouth twitched up in a smirk. “But I’ll see you succumb to it first.”
He slammed inside again, and now his cock was his own shape, fat and long, rubbing against Jonah’s prostate on each pass. Jonah moaned, eyes falling shut again. Ez growled.
“Cum, Jonah.”
Pleasure swept through Jonah like nothing he’d ever felt before, and he cried out, uncaring if anyone heard him. Ez grunted as he came too, filling Jonah’s ass and making the way even slicker as he continued to thrust through it.
Jonah twitched away, and Ez moved his hand from Jonah’s throat to stroke his cheek. Some of the intensity had gone from his expression.
“Are you alright?”
Jonah nodded wordlessly. He didn’t think he could speak. Ez smiled and lowered himself down, covering Jonah’s body withhis own. His hips still moved lazily, and it was all too much, but at the same time, Jonah didn’t care.
Ez pressed a kiss to his temple. “Come and join us tomorrow evening.”
“It’s Saturday tomorrow.”
“Aren’t the weekends supposed to be about having fun?”
Jonah managed a smile. His eyelids felt heavy, and though Ez’s weight on him should have been crushing, instead it felt warm and comforting.
“All of you.”
“All of us,” Ez promised, his voice a dark whisper. “Let us enjoy you, Jonah.”
Jonah hummed, eyes finally falling shut. “We’ll see.”
Chapter Six
Rafe answered the door the next evening, eyes dark as he looked Jonah over. Jonah smiled weakly up at him. He was clutching his bag in too tight a grip, and he wasn’t quite sure what had him nervous. It wasn’t the first time he’d been here, after all. It wasn’t even the first time he’d arrived expecting to be fucked.
Rafe reached out and hauled Jonah in by the front of his shirt. Jonah squeaked, all the air forced from his lungs when Rafe pushed him up against the wall next to the door.
“Rafe…?”
“They decided I’d be the one with the most self-control,” Rafe said. His eyes flashed. “I don’t know where they got a silly idea like that.”
Jonah groaned when Rafe kissed him. There was an urgent edge to it, and he dropped his bag to the floor, tangling his hands in the front of Rafe’s very expensive shirt.
Rafe kissed down his jaw and Jonah panted into the dark hallway. “The… The others. We…”
Rafe growled. “They wanted me to help you get ready, too. If you want?”
“Get ready?”
“I didn’t just order the one collar for you, Jonah,” Rafe murmured. His lips hovered tantalisingly close to Jonah’s. “I want to see you in gold and jewels all the time.”
Jonah flushed. “Well, it’s not exactly…” He pushed closer to Rafe. “Yeah, I’ll wear it. If you want.”
Rafe crushed their mouths together again. He grabbed Jonah’s thighs, hoisting him up, and Jonah clung to his shoulders. They kissed as Rafe carried Jonah up the stairs, and when Rafe tore his mouth away, Jonah focused on sucking his own mark on the dark, smooth skin of his throat.
Rafe opened the door to his room, and they stumbled through. Jonah whined when Rafe tossed him onto the bed. He wasn’t hard, but he was getting there, and he unfastened his tight jeans, sticking one hand inside and wrapping it around his cock.
