“Playing with my nuts. I could do the same to you if you’d like.” I felt rather than heard his sharp intake of breath. “No pressure, love. Only ever what you want.”
“I want that.” Hesitant, then more firmly. “I want you to do to me what Trace is doing to you.”
“You might not say that in a few minutes,” I murmured, “but I’ll take it slowly. Remember, all you need to say is ‘stop’ and I will, immediately. Shall we all lie down?”
Arranged on the bed, with James facing me and Trace at my back, I peeled James’ boxers down a few inches. His cock was rock hard, tempting me to swallow him down, but he’d not asked for that. I bent his upper leg to give me access, then eased my fingers into the tight gap between his thighs. Trace removed myboxers completely and returned his attention to fondling me. His touch was gentle, his fingers teasing as they drifted over my sack and taint in a way that had my cock flexing and me craving more. Mindful of James and his gaze focused on me like I was the last man on Earth, I echoed what was being done to me on him and watched his blue eyes blow wide. “Oh God…”
“Okay?” I asked.
“Mmhmm. It’s good.” His cock strained between us, a pearly drop forming at the tip. His fingers were still tight around my arms though, so I knew he wasn’t fully relaxed. Yet.
Trace mouthed my neck, ears, shoulders, then down my back, his featherlight stroking a constant, slow backbeat while he licked, bit, and nibbled me. I steeled myself to concentrate on James, watching him constantly for any signs of distress, but when his heart rate suddenly accelerated and I eased off, thinking he was anxious, he grabbed my wrist with iron fingers and pushed my hand straight back into his shorts. “Don’t stop,” he grated. “I’m getting off on this. Keep going, exactly how you were.” He swallowed. “Please.”
“I fuckingloveit when you’re bossy.” I slid my hand back to his taint, rubbing one finger back and forth as his cock jerked between us, hot and sticky. I wanted to flip face down so I could rub off against the sheets, but I couldn’t do that and take care of James. My frustration must have shown in my tone. Trace paused his assault on my back to ask, “You good if I go further?”
“Fuck yeah, anything.” I saw the widening of James’ eyes and assured him I wouldn’t deviate from where I was right now on him, no matter what Trace devised for me. However, I did pause for a moment to gather some of his precum on my fingertips. That was better; now his taint was slick and my digits moved with ease. I pressed a little harder, then caressed his balls once more. He whimpered. “So good…”
“Do you want me to suck you?” I figured it might be sloppy, what with Trace pressing all my buttons and diverting my attention, but at least I didn’t have to worry about breathing. A lubed finger probing my arsehole stole my concentration and I had to get James to repeat what he’d said.
“No…Want you to bite me. Think I’ll come if you bite me.” His eyes were now closed, in what I thought of as hisalmost therephase.
“I want to watch his face when you bite him.” Trace’s soft growl was intense against my neck. “Are you going to come all over Eddie when he punctures your skin, James?”
“Oh Jesus,” James whined. “I think so? Bite my chest. Fuck, yeah, go on. Eddie,please.”
Your chest?My fangs slid down automatically now when James even appeared to bethinkingabout feeding me, and this was no exception. I made a lightning scan of his chest. Usually I found a prominent vein to feed from; the jugular and the wrist were the simplest and wouldn’t cause any pain even from an unwilling donor. “I can’t feed from your chest, babe. I’ll hurt you.”
“Fuck’s sake. Don’t care if it hurts. Iwant. You. To. Bite. Me.”
Behind me, Trace added a second finger and I felt my eyes pop at the intrusion. “Damn, you’re tight,” he breathed. Yes, I was, from being too busy focusing on James’ pleasure to fully relax. This multiple partners shit could get complicated if I didn’t learn to split my attention better. But I didn’t much care about that right now. I had James about to fall apart and all three of us were actively participating at the same time. It felt somehow essential to give James what he wanted. Momentous.
I scraped my fangs over his right nipple and he arched into me. Without overthinking it, I closed my mouth around the scant meat there and sank my teeth into his flesh. Almost instantly his back bowed, a broken sob tore from his throat,and he was coming all over himself and me, his cock spurting a fountain of jizz as he came apart. The sight of him losing control nearly had me following him, but Trace anticipated my reaction and squeezed the base of my cock — hard.
“Fuck,” I muttered, forgiving him immediately as I wanted to come with him inside me.
“Did I hurt you?” Trace angled my head to meet his anxious eyes.
“Just the right side of too much,” I assured him.
He covered my mouth with his; hot, hard, and insistent, but it was gone before I could lose myself. “Good. I have plans for your orgasm.”
“Soon, I hope.” I turned back to James, his eyelids fluttering as he attempted to control his breathing. I could feel Trace’s gaze on him too, his fingers still stretching me, languorously now, the moment not right for us to take our pleasure, but to revel in our partner relishing his.
James blinked at me, two discs of pale blue clipped straight out of a summer sky, blurry and soft. “Damn.” He licked his lips. “That was fucking hot.” He glanced down at his chest. “Can you leave the bite marks? I want them to bruise so I can see them.”
In my haste to give him his climax, I’d not licked and sealed the wound I’d made with my saliva. I gawped at him. “Youwantto be bruised?” That went against everything Dalziel had drilled into me from the moment I’d been reborn into my undead life.Always repair the damage you make when you feed. Leave no trace of yourself. Hide.
I swallowed thickly as he nodded. “I’d really like it to scar.” He sighed. “But I don’t think it will. You didn’t go very deep.”
Deep enough. A thin trickle, more of a lacklustre ooze, seeped from my fang marks. I felt like some kind of monster. The monster the legends made vampires out to be. I’d bitten a human when I didn’t intend to feed from him. I didn’t knowwhat to say. To heal the marks now would be to tell him I didn’t care about his feelings or opinions, but…
“James, I doubt it will even bruise much. You’ve been drinking Edwin’s blood as well as him feeding from you. You know that boosts your immunity.” Trace’s sincerity washed over me like the softest blanket. “Plus, you have Fae blood and that should probably be taken into consideration. I know you have hearing loss, but do you get sick much? Did you? Before meeting Edwin?”
James sighed again. “Not really. Apart from all the ear infections when I was little.” He looked disappointed. “So it won’t scar then?”
“I don’t think so. Fae aren’t totally impervious to illness and injury, but they tend to be pretty robust. Scrapes and bruises heal up and fade quickly.”
“Fuck’s sake.” God, he was cute when he pouted. I leaned over to press a kiss to his full lips. Trace wriggled his digits inside me and I groaned into James’ mouth. He arched his brows at me.
