Jonah glanced past them both, to where Ez still had Finley bent over the bed. Finley’s eyes were hazy, and he whimpered when Ez fisted his cock, but still pushed up into his touch, obviously overstimulated but still desperate for it.
Damon bit Jonah’s earlobe. “Finley can take almost as much as you can,” he murmured. “Cocky little wolf likes it when we take him to pieces.”
Finley whimpered at Damon’s words, and Ez thrust in hard, the air twisting around them. He met Jonah’s gaze and Jonah’s stomach swooped as he remembered the day before, how possessive Ez had been. That possessiveness was back, but it remained in his expression as he looked at each of them.
“Get him ready,” Ez ground out, punctuating the sentence with another hard thrust. “He’ll take Torin and I.”
Torin’s eyes widened, and he caught Jonah’s mouth before Jonah could say anything. Not that he wanted to protest. He lost himself to the kiss, mewling only a little when fingers probed at his rim, still stretched around Damon’s cock.
“Rafe,” Torin said when their mouths parted, his breathing ragged. “Your mouth…”
Rafe smirked. He pushed Torin gently aside and Damon pulled Jonah further back, reaching to grab the backs of his thighs. Jonah flushed when he realised how exposed his hole was, but Rafe’s eyes only flashed in anticipation.
Torin chuckled next to Jonah’s ear. He flicked one of the nipple clamps and Jonah hissed through his teeth. Finley let out a weak cry as he came again, then a whimper as Ez kept moving. Ez scraped his teeth over the back of Finley’s neck and murmured something in his ear.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Torin murmured, following Jonah’s gaze. “You want him to mess you up like that?”
Jonah did. Not tonight, though. He was already desperate; he didn’t think he’d survive something like that so soon.
“Yeah. Soon.”
Torin grinned and kissed him. His tongue slid into Jonah’s mouth just as Rafe’s slid over his rim, probing at his entrance. Jonah groaned, arching up as Rafe started to work the muscle inside, stretching him even further.
Damon stroked Jonah’s cock slowly and Torin teased his nipples, tugging on the clamps, as they kissed. Rafe pressed in closer, and Damon grunted as his tongue wriggled deeper.
Jonah tore his mouth away from Torin’s to suck in a breath. What didthatfeel like? Jonah knew he was like a vice around Damon, and add in Rafe’s tongue…
“More,” Damon growled. He grabbed Jonah’s chin, turning his head for an uncoordinated kiss. Torin sucked marks down his throat, lips skimming Jonah’s collarbone. Finley barely made a sound as he came again, and they all groaned when Ez did, his pleasure filling the room but stopping just short of making them all cum.
Rafe’s tongue withdrew, flicking over Jonah’s rim.
“Is he ready?” Ez asked.
He was suddenly much closer, and Jonah pulled back from Damon’s kiss to blink up at him. Ez had stripped at some point, and transformed, towering over all of them in his incubus form. His cock stood at attention, looking almost painfully hard despite all the attention Jonah knew he’d just received.
“As ready as he’ll ever be,” Rafe said. He winked and nipped Jonah’s inner thigh. “Make him cry, Ez.”
Jonah sucked in a surprised breath. He whined when he was pulled off Damon’s cock and manoeuvred to hands and knees in the centre of the bed. Damon tackled Rafe to the sheets next to him and Finley gave Jonah a faint grin, still flushed, eyes wet.
Ez stroked a hand over Jonah’s arse and Jonah heard the muffled sound of kissing behind him. “Wrap it around me,” Ez murmured, then let out a little grunt.
Jonah bit his lip. He wanted to look back, but he also wanted the surprise. He dug his fingers into the sheets.
“Finley,” Ez growled. Big hands settled on Jonah’s hips, and he felt the thick head of Ez’s cock settle against his sensitive hole. “Feed him your cock.”
Finley whimpered. He was hard, and Jonah wondered how much of that was his wolf and how much was Ez’s influence. “Ez…”
Ez snarled. The sound rippled up Jonah’s spine and pre-cum dripped onto the sheets. “On your knees, wolf,” he ordered. “We’re going to knot him from both ends.”
A bolt of lust shot through Jonah, and he knew it had nothing to do with Ez. Well, nothing to do with his incubus influence, at least.
Ez’s next words were smug. “He wants it,” he murmured, and Jonah nodded. Fuck, hedid.His balls ached, and his cock was throbbing as much as his nipples were, but he wanted Finley’s cock in his mouth, wanted that knot stretching his lips as Ez stretched his arse.
“Fuck,” Finley muttered but shuffled forward on his knees anyway.
Next to Jonah, Damon had one big hand tight around his and Rafe’s cocks, Rafe jerking up into his grip. He grabbed one of Damon’s horns and Damon bucked against him, baring his teeth.
“Open up,” Finley said, voice hoarse. Jonah did, and as Finley fed him his cock, he felt Ez begin to push into his arse.
