Page 91 of Accidental Blood Lust
The sun sinks that last inch behind the horizon and the glow of the full moon, already risen, dances along my bare skin,making the hairs on my arms stand up and filling me with the urge to howl again, so I do. I let out a long, heartfelt note of thanks to the moon and the goddess and the fates, and anyone else who cares to claim credit for the incredible bounty I’ve been blessed with.
“Come here,” I rasp when I’ve finished, and my mates don’t hesitate. They don’t even bother to worry about the cottage door swinging open behind them as they race into the garden towards me.
I catch them both in my arms and groan with relief at finally having them right here, touching me, their scents filling my nose, their skin soft and warm against mine. We fall into a messy three-way kiss, our tongues questing and tangling, our hands roaming over any body part they can find, not caring what belongs to who. It doesn’t matter anyway. Every bit of pleasure and desire and need is shared, echoing between us in an endless loop of muffled moans and frantic touches.
We end up on the ground, in the freshly tilled dirt of the garden. It turns to mud on my damp skin, but it doesn’t matter to me. Sex is better when it’s filthy and primal anyway.
Jareth kneels between us with his back to me and his front pressed up against Lochlan. I can’t see their cocks rub together from this angle, but I can smell their mingling precum and sweat. They trade hungry, tongue-heavy kisses, Jareth’s hips jerking and twitching to grind himself between my stiff cock and Loch’s while I bury my face in the crook of his neck from behind and fill my lungs with his scent.
“Where do you want my mark?” I ask, nipping gently at the tendon connecting his neck and his shoulder, shivering happily at the scent of my precum mixing with his sweat too, slicking the bouncy curve of his ass cheek.
“Right there,” he says.
“Me too,” Loch agrees. “We can match.”
He grins, his lips puffy and damp from all the kissing, and I reach over Jareth’s shoulder and hook my hand behind Loch’s neck to drag him in for another kiss too, moaning at the taste of all three of us on his lips and tongue, the taste of love and home and happiness, the taste of pack. I suck Loch’s tongue while I run my fingers slowly down Jareth’s spine until I reach the crease of his ass. I find his hole, still dry and tight, twitching eagerly as soon as my fingertips brush over his rim. I smile again against Loch’s lips before I break the kiss.
“Good, I was hoping you hadn’t magicked up any lube yet. I need to taste you.” I growl and nip again at the spot where I plan to mark him once my knot is swollen inside his hot, tight ass. “Get on all fours for me, baby.”
He scrambles to comply, pushing Loch onto his back and crawling on top of him with his ass up in the air—the perfect offering. My cock throbs and a needy sound rumbles through me, almost more wolf than human. The two of them fall into another sloppy, wet kiss and I spread Jareth’s ass cheeks with both hands to expose his pretty little hole to the warm breeze and the moonlight. He moans around Loch’s tongue and cants his hips.
I lean in and press my nose right up against his balls first, the perfection of his concentrated scent there enough to make my balls tighten and the base of my cock start to tingle where my knot will start to swell soon. I suck his sac into my mouth and he gasps and whines, his balls twitching and tightening under my tongue as he pants and rocks back against my face. I can hear Loch whispering encouragement to him, but I don’t bother listening to what he actually says. I’m past words, past complex thoughts. I’m nothing but touch and taste and instinct right now.
I release Jareth’s sac and he moans again as I lick my way up his crease right to his hole. The musky, concentrated taste and scent drive me even more wild, and I growl and murmurwordlessly as I spread his cheeks and lick eagerly into his hole, lapping at it like it’s my last fucking meal, devouring him.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Jareth gasps. “That’s… Oh god, that’s…” He keens and tries to lift his hips higher, his body language begging me to lick him deeper, to fuck him with my tongue until he’s loose and ready to take my cock, and that’s exactly what I do.
Saliva drips down my chin as I feast on his hole, tongue fucking him until he’s soft enough for me to slide two fingers inside. He wails again at the fresh stretch, the tug of my knuckles against his rim as I work them in and out, the drag of my fingertips over his swollen prostate gland. I can smell the way his arousal gets sharper and more desperate, hear the hitch in his breathing, the thunder of his heartbeat. Loch doesn’t have all those tells, but I can still smell his pleasure. I can feel the warm, aching tug at our bond, telling me how pleased he is to have our mate kissing him wildly while I make him moan and writhe.
“I think he’s ready, Wolfie,” Loch says.
I pull back just enough to see Jare nod in agreement, another whimper slipping past his lips. I keep my fingers moving in and out of his hole as I kiss my way up the curve of his spine until my body is draped over his and my lips are brushing the shell of his ear.
“Is that right, baby? Are you ready to take my big, thick cock? Are you ready to be knotted and marked and made mine for the rest of our long,longlives?” I growl.
“Yes,” Jareth sobs.
“Okay, beautiful, but I need you to do me a favor.” I nuzzle his earlobe, and he immediately murmurs words I’m starting to recognize, his tattoos glowing brightly in the moonlight with the flare of magic. I chuckle as the thrust of my fingers moving in and out of his hole gets easier and slicker. “That,” I say with another chuckle. “And I need you to make sure our mate will benice and ready for my knot too when it’s his turn. Can you do that for me?”
They both moan and Jareth nods again. Loch scrambles out from underneath him and positions himself with his legs spread and his ass in the air, shameless and eager for our mage’s tongue to loosen him up and get him ready for me.
I slip my fingers out of Jareth’s hole and wrap them around my base, giving myself a tight squeeze before notching my tip right against his soft, slick entrance.
“I love you,” I whisper. “Both of you.” I ease forward and grunt at the hot, tight pressure around my cock. “Forever,” I growl, rocking forward an inch, feeling the gasp Jareth lets out vibrating through every muscle in his body. “And ever.” I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck where I’ve made sure he carries my scent since the day I met him, even before I knew I would ever be able to make him mine.
“Love you,” he moans, relaxing enough to let me slide in another inch.
“Love you both so much,” Loch says, his voice slightly muffled by his position as he waits patiently for Jare to get his wits about him enough to give him the attention he was promised.
I rock shallowly in and out of Jareth’s hole, just the few inches he’s ready for, peppering kisses along his neck and shoulder.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” he groans.
“I’m not even all the way in yet, baby.”
He groans again.
“It’s okay if you can’t take it all,” I assure him. “I can still mark you and claim you.”
