Damon pulled Jonah’s head off his cock. He didn’t bother moving; instead, he grabbed Jonah around the waist and turned him. Jonah let out a little laugh when he found himself on his hands and knees again, and Damon slapped his thigh.
“Open up,” Rafe said. His voice was husky, but Jonah was distracted by the sight before him. Torin was bent over the bed, eyes glassy as Finley fucked into him from behind. They were both naked, but Ez was behind the two of them, still fully dressed as he fucked Finley. His eyes were black, one clawed hand tight around Finley’s throat, but otherwise he hadn’t changed.
Jonah turned his head, looking back at Damon. “Are you gonna…?”
Damon palmed his cock. He was already huge in his human form, but Jonah knew what he wanted. He wanted Damon stretching him even further open, wanted Finley’s knot in him, Torin’s tentacles, Ez…
“That what you want, pretty boy?”
Jonah nodded, eyes big and wide.
Damon chuckled, and he was still for a second before the change overcame him. Rafe stroked a hand through Jonah’s hair. “He’s going to wreck you before we’ve even begun.”
Jonah tore his eyes away from Damon, from the horns he’d been eyeing, and looked up at Rafe through his lashes. Rafe’s cock was inches away from his mouth, hot and slick. “You can all still use me anyway,” he said, heat coiling in his stomach.
The reaction was instantaneous. Damon snarled from behind, pressing up against Jonah so sharply that his cockhead pressed against Jonah’s slack hole. Rafe pulled his hair tight enough for it to sting. Torin cried out and came, and Jonah might have thought that was a coincidence except for the way Torin was staring at him when he looked over.
Finley growled low in his throat, and the air thickened again, seeming to pulse around them. Jonah met Ez’s eyes and was rewarded with a smirk and phantom fingertips against his cock.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Ez said.
Jonah stared back at him. It certainly wasn’t that, but it was something for another time. For now, he opened up readily as Rafe pressed his cock against Jonah’s lips and groaned as he felt Damon push into him from behind.
Neither of them was in a mood to go slow. Damon held him in place, pushing and pushing until his hips met Jonah’s arse. Rafe was of a similar mind, though he rocked in and out, allowing Jonah to catch his breath.
Jonah closed his eyes and relaxed. He pressed his tongue to the underside of Rafe’s cock as he clenched around Damon’s,but otherwise, he let them do the work, let them thrust and groan and fuck as they chased their release.
It made his cock harder, and he was desperate to cum again. He squeezed around Damon’s cock again, as tight as he could, and felt it swell a little in response, stretching him even wider.
“Fuck,” Damon ground out. He slammed his hips forward, cock brushing Jonah’s prostate. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight…”
Rafe murmured his agreement. His hand had moved from Jonah’s hair to the collar, and he tugged on it when he wanted Jonah to lift his head. Jonah pulled almost all the way off Rafe’s cock, letting it rest between his lips as he looked up. His eyes were wet, and he was sure his face was red, lips swollen.
Rafe’s eyes flashed gold. “Perfect,” he growled, and Jonah watched scales ripple up the line of his throat. Like Ez, he was still almost fully dressed, and Jonah wanted to strip him, but he wanted his cock more.
Rafe held him in place, though, so Jonah licked over his slit, sucking on what he could reach. Rafe’s eyes fluttered closed even as Damon delivered a particularly hard slam, shoving Jonah forward and further down Rafe’s cock.
“You close, dragon?” Damon asked.
“Always,” Rafe replied. He glanced down at Jonah. “You want him to cum in you? Want him to breed your pretty hole?”
Jonah groaned. Rafe thrust his hips, his cock filling Jonah’s mouth, his throat.
“Good boy. Make sure you swallow mine, too.”
Finley came with a low groan, and the phantom hands returned, plucking at Jonah’s nipples and stroking his cock as Damon and Rafe fucked him deep. He shook all over, desperate to cum, but the ring prevented it.
Damon came first, cock swelling again as he shot a load of cum in Jonah’s arse. It was enough to spill out as he kept moving, trickling down the backs of Jonah’s thighs.
Rafe growled, claws pricking at Jonah’s scalp. He came with a grunt and Jonah struggled to swallow it all, salty liquid filling his mouth as Rafe thrust in deep.
Damon pulled Jonah back, and Jonah swallowed what was left in his mouth as he was dragged off Rafe’s cock. He settled back against Damon’s chest, Damon propped up against the headboard. Rafe winked. He climbed off the bed and stripped, and Torin took his place, crawling across the bed toward Jonah and settling between his legs.
They kissed slowly, Damon’s big hands still soothing over Jonah’s skin. Arousal buzzed through his limbs, his cock hard and heavy against his thigh. Damon was still inside him, keeping him stretched open, and Jonah whined into the kiss he shared with Torin, making Torin laugh against his mouth.
“You won’t get to cum until Ez is done with you.”
“He’s right,” Rafe said, perching on the bed next to Damon’s hip. He reached out and stroked a finger over Jonah’s lower lip.
