Page 63 of Forced Bonds

“Starving,” Sal purred as he claimed our human’s lips, eliciting a delightful moan out of Benji.

I had no idea where Sal kept his lube stored, but I had brought my own—one of the things I’d thought of as important enough to pack—so I left my men to their kissing and groping and went to grab it from the master bedroom. I’d put it in the right night stand, and as I grabbed it, I heard the wonderful moans getting louder from the living room.

When I returned, Benji was bent over the couch, Sal behind him, spreading his cheeks and feasting on his rim. The moans Benji made were pure sin. “Fuck,” I groaned, leaning behind Sal to kiss his neck and just touch. My hands wandered around his waist, stroking his abs and the light dusting of hair on his happy trail. I let my fingers run over all the small divots and creases as I watched Sal’s tongue thrust in and out of Benji’s hole.

“Such an eager hole,” I rumbled. Benji whimpered in response and I grinned. “Maybe we need to test just how eager it is.”

Sal continued to bring Benji undone, but he eyed me with a questioning look. I smirked, then showed him two fingers with one hand as I stroked Sal’s cock with the other, giving him a look that was all wicked delight when he caught on.

I coated my fingers with lube and took over prepping Benji, starting with three fingers to test his limits. “You were made for us,” I praised as Benji welcomed all three fingers like it was nothing. He whined, pushing back to get more, likely thinking a cock was next. He’d been right in assuming so, and Sal got into position, slamming into him.

“Oh! Yessss,” Benji moaned, holding onto the couch with all he had. I knew this had to be a quick fuck, Benji was already growing tired because of his injury, but I was determined to join Sal and stretch Benji as far as he could go.

“On the couch,” I ordered, slapping Sal’s ass to get him to move. He turned and winked at me, then grabbed Benji to his chest and moved them around, him sitting with Benji on his lap. I grabbed Sal’s legs, forcing him to a half sitting, half leaning position. Benji was too into the pleasure to notice much, his eyes closed while he rode Sal’s cock eagerly.

I stroked my cock with lube, now standing between Sal’s spread thighs. I needed to kneel to get in there, so I grabbed a pillow to make me level with them, then lined my cock up against our vampire’s, teasing Benji’s rim while doing so.

Benji’s eyes shot open and he glanced back at me, then at my cock. Realization dawned on him and he leaned further against Sal, making it easier for me to slip in. Sal’s hands were tight on Benji’s hips, his eyes glued to where I was slowly making my way in. This was already fucking hot and fucking pleasurable, my cock against Sal’s, my cockhead brushing Benji’s hole, but I needed in there. I added a finger alongside Sal’s cock, then worked him open enough to push my dick inside. In one push, I slid in. Pleasure unlike anything else rushed through me.

“Holy! —” Benji screamed, then he whimpered and moaned, sitting still as we all shook with the ecstasy of it.

“Please, can we move?” Sal begged, his eyes were glowing as he pleaded with our human.

“Yes, fuck! Move!” Benji demanded.

I fucked up into him, my length brushing against Sal’s while Benji’s hole squeezed us from all sides. I never wanted this to end. This was the moment I’d felt closest to both of my men, feeling them both so intimately at once. Sal fucked up into Benji while I stopped, then I slammed in deeper while Sal paused and together, we found a rhythm that worked perfectly for us, making all of us tremble and make different sounds of pleasure. I was grunting and growling, Sal was snarling and panting, Benji was whimpering and moaning. It was the perfect symphony.

“Close,” our human warned with a pleading sound. “So, close. Don’t want it to end.” He was sobbing now, so high on the pleasure his entire body was shaking. He needed to come before we got him too worked up. I reached for his cock, stroking him fast and purposefully.

Our vampire reached forward, biting into Benji’s neck and that was all it took for our human to fall apart, screaming as he came on Sal’s chest and my fingers. Sal kept sucking, this time going for a full feeding.

“Please,” I rasped, needing him to feed from me too. I held out from coming, just so I could climax with his fangs in me. He licked the wound on Benji’s throat, closing it, then pulled Benji all the way down to rest on his chest. He tugged me down and sank his fangs into me next. Sounds disappeared as my orgasm slammed into me. I filled Benji’s hole with my cum, feeling Sal’s length pulse next to mine, then heard his stuttered groan as he swallowed my blood. He’d come too. I felt his warm cum join mine.

“We’re so doing this again,” I slurred, feeling fatigue take over.

Sal chuckled as he licked my wound. “Oh, most definitely, my alpha.”

It felt amazing waking up in bed with both my men. Sal hadn’t been in a chair, but sleeping next to us, all of us cuddling as we slept. I knew Sal didn’t need the sleep, but maybe he could stay in bed with us while reading or something. I hoped this would happen every night, I loved having both of them close. My pack.

“When is the meeting?” I asked, yawning.

Sal looked at his phone, then groaned. “He moved it, so in like ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes!” Benji exclaimed. He sat up straight, looking horrified. His hair was standing out in all directions–Sal and I’s doing from yesterday–and he still looked well fucked. “I can’t meet our master smelling like sex!” Then he scrambled out of bed, stumbling into the master bathroom.

“I’ll go shower, too,” I announced, following Benji and his tight little ass. Sal followed, like I knew he would.

We found that showering together was totally possible, and would definitely be explored further in the future. For now we just hurried to get the scent of cum and sweat away, each of us focused entirely on that and not each other, even if a hand accidentally groped an ass cheek, or a little tug on a cock here and there. Totally innocent.

Sal had informed us to dress normally, so regular pants and shirts were fine. Altaur truly didn’t care how we dressed, but for this first meeting sweats shouldn’t be worn. So, we now stood outside Altaur’s office, a room just next to the start of his wing, a deliberate move because Yanus preferred their rooms to be for pleasure and not work.

“Enter!” Altaur called, somehow already knowing we were there. Even though I’d already met Altaur—my new master—it was still unnerving facing him like this. He’d already welcomed us in, but I kept thinking if it was because he loved Sal enough to want to “deal” with us and not because he actually wanted us here.

Sal opened the door and we followed silently behind him. I closed the door, and then took in the room. Forest green seemed to be Altaur’s color. Every piece of furniture was made of dark wood and the walls were paneled, the lowest part wood and the top parts a green wallpaper with different leaf patterns. It was dark in there, the only light being two standing lamps, one next to his desk and one in the left corner of the room.

“Benjamin and Christopher, I wish to properly welcome you to the Jevaline coven. We are most pleased to have you here with us as Salizar’s bonded,” Altaur said with a warm tone. He smiled at us and gestured for us to sit in front of his desk. Instead of two armchairs, like I’d expected to see, there was a couch made to fit four people. Perhaps Altaur had meetings in here often enough that included more of his people, no matter the reason I was glad to be sitting next to Sal and holding his hand without any space between us. Benji sat on his other side, also holding our vampire’s hand.

“Thank you for welcoming us into the coven,” I said, trying to appear confident but not cocky. It was truly a fine line to walk, but it seemed I’d managed it just fine.