Blood Brothers (Rocky Mountain Shifters) (10 page)

“Santo, time to rise and shine.” Returning to the bed, Tristen sat down and pushed back against the headboard. “Now start sucking me. Hard and deep. As you do that, Santo is going to beat your ass. If you stop, I’ll bind you. For the rest of the night, you’ll watch as he fucks and sucks only me.”

Fin bent over by his side, fisted Tristen’s cock, and then slid his hot mouth up and down his partner’s crown. Tristen bracketed his hands on either side of his lover’s head, making Fin take him all the way down his throat. The raw, edgy feel began to build, and he drove his cock down Fin’s throat. Tristen growled, “Take it. All. Damn, your mouth is so fucking hot. Baby, suck me deep.”

Tristen studied Santo. Damn, he was something. He’d risen from the bed and now leaned up against the wall, his heavy-lidded eyes taking in the sight, his cock looking ready to burst. “Santo, spank him.”

“Be careful he doesn’t accidently nip you.”

“Fuck, he won’t. He’s got a fucking hard ass.” Tristen wondered what it would be like to have his legs thrown over another man’s shoulders. The act was so submissive. Erotic. Was this what Fin desired? Christ, no wonder he wouldn’t let it go.

The vampire flexed his arm, and then let Fin have it. The ability to have his dick sucked by Fin’s hot mouth while watching a beautiful masculine body ripple and deliver smack after smack to his lover’s ass nearly unseated him. He took hold of Fin’s head and controlled the rapid rhythm of his head-job.

“He’s an incredible ass to whip. That’s ten.” Santo’s face was flushed, and he licked his dark red lips.

“Give him another round. And harder,” Tristen ordered.

Santo stared back at him for a beat, then nodded,  as though he desired to do more than spank Fin’s pinkened ass cheeks. Tristen thrust into Fin’s mouth in time with each spank delivered by Santo. By the last lash, he was on the verge of climaxing. His skin tightened and his blood vessels filled with raging desire. Fin and Santo were not far behind from the looks of their seeping erections. The scent of lust was heavy, cloying, and like an enticing drug, impossible to ignore.

Fuck, with Santo and his impressive frame, Tristen wanted a taste of domination himself. Maybe he could better understand what Fin needed and give it to him when they were alone. He pointed at Santo.

“Come join the party. I want you to fuck me with my legs thrown over your back. Think you can handle that?”

“As you’d like. This is your show.” Sliding backward, he pulled Fin down next to him. Tristen brought up his knees, planting his feet on top of the mattress. He licked his lips as the vampire towered over the bed, then pressed his hands down on Tristen’s body. The cold marks of Santo’s fingertips pressed against his skin immediately turned pleasantly warm, making his breath catch.

Santo moved against Tristen, taking hold of him around the hips. After lifting his legs and arranging them over his shoulders, he asked, “You sure you’re ready for this?”

“Absolutely. Fin, grab a condom.”

Fin opened the nightstand and took out a condom packet. “Here. Suit up.”

“We don’t carry human diseases.” The vampire smirked, biting into the foil and taking out the condom. It was an act of supreme sensuality, rolling the latex down his enormous dick. He moved over the bed, his weight bearing down, and then their bodies touched.

Santo lifted his cock, and nudged the broad head against Tristen’s ass, causing him to hold his breath as though his chest had frozen. Fin squeezed into the small space between his legs and belly. A cloud of heat engulfed his cock as Fin resumed blowing him.

“Christ.” Tris held onto Fin’s head, surging into his lover’s mouth, forcing him to take him completely down his throat. He ground himself against his partner’s face, the wolf in him rising up. Never had he felt the desire to shift as much as did at that moment. A howl escaped from his throat. His fangs caught his lip. “Fuck me,” he snarled at Santo.

The man took hold of his thighs, and in one hard movement, thrust past the ring of muscle to bury himself fully inside his ass. Chill bumps spread over Tristen’s skin and he grunted in the dizzying haze of erotic sensation. His mind wove Santo’s pulsing thrusts with the pleasure from Fin’s hot, wet mouth sliding up and down his dick.

“This feels fucking incredible.” The hard slam of Santo’s shaft as the vampire rammed himself deeper into his channel had him groaning. Tristen panted. “Fuck me harder, dammit.”

“Like this?” Santo ground himself against him, moving faster, and getting deeper with each slam.

“God, yes.” Keeping himself in check was an act of self-will as his ass gripped Santo’s dick. Tristen’s heaved, the tingling at the base of his spine spinning out of control; he was about to come apart. Splinter. Without warning, the wolf roared to the forefront, barely in check, and he sprayed a stream down Fin’s throat. He cried out from the force of his release and hovered in utter bliss.

Santo continued to thrust into him and then his icy body tensed. The vampire dug his fingers into Tristen’s hips as the powerful plunging continued between Santo’s shudders. Tristen’s heart raced, riding the wave of ecstasy. Slowly, the haze lifted..

The vampire’s moans receded, his whole body convulsed, the planes of muscle hardened, and finally Santo stopped moving. He let go of Tristen’s knees. His eyes rolled back into his head as he climaxed one last time.

“That was astonishing.” Santo’s voice came out a hoarse whisper.

Droplets glistened at the corner of Fin’s lips, while his eyes shone red in the dark. “My turn?”

“Baby, yes. That was mind-fucking-blowing-ass-fucking-terrific.”

Fin walked over the bureau, his hard-on curving upward into a veined spike. He poured another round and returned, holding out the shot glasses. Tristen lifted up on an elbow, raking fingers across his scalp.

The vodka burned Tristen’s throat. Fuck, he must have been yelling, and why not? He’d been fucked and sucked while almost letting his wolf free. Now he wanted to see Santo take Fin and give him what he’d just experienced. “You up for another round, Santo?”

“I can do this all night. Fin?” The vampire tossed his shot over his blood-red lips, wiped his mouth, and then tore off the condom. “Nightstand?”

“Help yourself.” Tristen patted the bed. “Fin, tell me what you want. This is your chance.”

Santo glanced up. “Fin, you’ve nothing to prove. This isn’t one up.”

“I want you to take me hard, Santo. Like I’ve asked. Nothing has changed.” Fin handed Santo a bottle of lube. “With your cock first, then—”

“What else is he supposed to use? Wait a minute. Fin, you can’t let someone jam their fist up your ass.”

Fin had the taste of Tris in his mouth and he was so near to climaxing himself, but held back. He’d watched, mesmerized, as Santo penetrated Tristen. Santo’s powerful thrusts had had his partner on the verge of shifting into his wolf body. That primal tug was what he needed as well.

Santo towered above Fin; his enormous body didn’t disappoint in the size of his ramrod cock. Tris had lain under the vampire, gripping the headboard with both hands, nearly cracking the wood. Now, it was his turn.

Heat poured off Tristen’s body, and Fin’s craving skyrocketed. “Tris, put your hands on my body. Don’t hold back. I want you calling the shots.” He wasn’t like Tristen. He never could command from the bottom.

“Never a concern. I’ve got you.” Tris’s eyes were half-closed, his mouth pulled tight, the sheen of sweat covering his body. Fin held back from stroking himself. The scent of pheromones made his blood blaze, heated to the point of boiling and he ran his hand down the side of his face. His heartbeat thundered. He felt his and Tristen’s scents weave together. Never had their joining been this intense.

“What should I do?” Fin stared at Santo’s glistening dick, licking his lips, sucking the air.

Tristen rose from the bed. “Santo, first take him in your mouth. Fin, come over here next to the bed. Hold onto the bedpost. You’re sure this is what you want?”

Suddenly, he didn’t know. He’d always imagined he’d want it hard. Brutally rough. Over-the-edge. But in his fantasy, it had been a wolf’s heated passion that enticed him. Fin glanced at Tristen, then at Santo, and back to Tris. Both were gorgeous, virile, and commanding. He hovered on the cliff of doubt. He trusted Tristen. Completely.

“Yeah. Give it to me. Don’t hold back.”

The vampire curled his lips. Fin stepped up onto the the mattress, holding the bedpost, his cock level with Santo’s mouth. Instead of licking him, Santo took hold of his cock, flicking his thumb in swirling motions across the sensitive underside ridge. Fin’s nipples tightened as Santo sped up, hammering his icy palm on his hard-on.

He shuddered, heating working up his dick. He was so close. Santo’s fast rhythm along with the overabundant pheromones in the room had Fin almost howling, as Tris had done earlier. “Now, Jesus. Tris, I’ve got to come.”

“No.” Tris said.

“Fuck, I’m going to shoot my load.”

“Hold off, Santo.”

The vampire released his grip on his dick. Groaning loudly, Fin waited for Tristen to give him permission.

His partner came up to him, his nostrils flaring and color high over his cheeks. “Not yet, Fin. Not the fuck yet.” Tris poked him in the chest. “You wanted this. So enjoy.”

“Damn,” Fin swallowed hard, lifted his chin, and boldly met Tristen’s bloodshot eyes.

“What? You’ve a complaint. I can put a halt on this, and we can go back to using the flogger.” Tristen canted so close his breath grazed Fin’s chest. “Well, sub?”

Fin ground his teeth, on the verge of telling Tris to kiss his ass. “Fine. Whatever you say.”

“Good. Then take Santo into your mouth. We’re switching this up.”

“What the hell? This is supposed to be my turn.” The muscles in his neck contracted and heat flared from his torso to the top of his head.

“Really? Here’s my thought about your turn.” As Tris passed by him, his hand shot out and smacked Fin hard on the ass. Raw power, jagged against his roiling emotions. Fin held back, biting his tongue, relishing the sting.

“Still can’t seem to do what’s asked when it’s asked. Just because you don’t royally mouth off doesn’t mean your thoughts aren’t hitting me in the face. Believe you me, Fin, I’m aching to give you what you deserve tonight. For once, I’ll be too happy to oblige you. Brother, I’m going to give it to you good.”

Fuck, his cock hardened at those words. For so long he’d yearned for Tris to pound him. Tristen thrust into Santo’s mouth as Fin bent down to take Santo’s dick in tandem. The scent of their combined musk filled his nostrils, saturating the air along with the heat of their bodies. Within seconds, Fin was at the edge of climax.

Only Tristen was without a dick in his mouth and he continued to moan. “Fuck, you milk my cock with those lips.”

Fin glanced over, his chest constricting as he continued to suck and almost choke on Santo’s yardstick dick. He observed his lover’s hips jerking as he came with a loud cry.

For a second, a jab of jealousy hit him, a stab to his belly when Tris’s body jerked in heavy climax and he twisted his fist in Santo’s thick black hair. “No, you don’t. Look at my eyes. Only me. Now take all of him. Don’t pussy out. You want it rough. Open up. This is exactly what you’ve wanted…right? Suck Santo like you mean it.”

The vampire followed in climax, and Fin nearly gagged, rapidly swallowing jets of icy semen. Santo’s charge pelted his throat, requiring him to suck and swallow furiously. The brutal pressure he employed on Santo’s cock should have hurt, but he let Fin suck him dry before unhanding him.

His throat was raw from Santo’s cockhead crashing against what felt like an over-abused larynx.

He zipped up his mouth before he said something he’d regret. He focused on taking deep breaths to ease the pressure in his chest. “I’ve done what was asked. So, let’s see what you two have jointly,” Fin said, then rolled off, ready to take this trestle up a notch. He leaned against Santo’s body and worked his own cock. He’d still not come.

Tris eyed him, a half-smile forming on his full lips. He arched a brow. “You sure you can handle us, pretty boy? Come on, Santo, let’s give this cocky sub what he wants.”

“I can take you two. Unless you’re all tired out. Christ, you greedy cocksuckers have come twice.”

“I’ll never be too tired to fuck you, baby.”

“Then do it, Tris. Like I want from you.” His voice came out cutting, more emotionally charged than he’d intended. He almost wanted Santo to leave him be with Tris, but then he’d lose this chance. Fuck, the vampire bored holes in him with his eternal black eyes.

Tristen’s gaze snapped together with his. Tris exhaled, shrugged one broad shoulder, and released him from his stare. “All righty then.” Tristen glanced over to Santo. “How much experience do you have with what he wants?”

“Enough to know how to do it right. He’s narrow, which means we can do a few strokes tonight, but not all the way.” Santo motioned to his elbow. “That won’t happen tonight. It can’t. But over time I can show you what to do and then, when it feels right, you do a little bit more.”

Santo came over to him, his breath sweet as clover. “I’ll need to open you up. Either we can fuck you or use a dildo. What do you want? Hand me that tube of lubricant.”

Tristen silently took the tube and opened it before giving it over to Santo. Both Tristen and Santo stood behind him. Fin began to tremble. He’d wanted this from Tris, needed to have him dominate him and take him over the edge. His craving to submit to Tristen overpowered all else.

Tris placed his hand on Fin’s hip while Santo began rubbing his ass with the oozing gel. His palms were stone cold and goose bumps spread across Fin’s cheeks, down his thighs, and up his belly.

This was so different from Tris’s scorching threesome experience just minutes before. They’d produced enough heat and energy to fuse metal. Now, the vampire’s arctic touch had Fin wondering what the difference was. Santo worked his fingers over his hips, between his legs, taking hold of his balls. “Slather him up real good before you do anything.”