Virgil [Marius Brothers 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (6 page)

“We see you, Virgil,” Foma whispered in my ear as I kept kissing Mareo. Their hands guided me away from the wall and then I was moving backwards towards my room. “Let us show you how special you are like you deserve.”

God that sounded so
nice
. To be appreciated for once and not worry. My mind couldn’t keep up with my body, the werewolf blood racing through me like a drug. There was this little voice though that was screaming to stop this, that there was something that I needed to remember as to why I couldn’t do this.

We got to my room and clothes went flying. I glanced around, wondering how we’d gotten here so fast, panting for air now that Mareo’s lips weren’t plastered to mine. I had enough sense left to check that the door was closed before a naked and very gorgeous Foma got on his knees in front of me. Then suddenly the little voice with the warning was dead and I wanted everything they offered. I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to with the blood flowing through me.

And I didn’t want to.

“Foma has the best mouth,” Mareo purred in my ear as his slick fingers moved over my crease. “Suck Virgil off, my love.”

“Gladly. I love a big cock in my mouth,” Foma moaned before licking the head of it. I gasped as a drop of my pre-cum fell onto his tongue. Holy fuck was that like the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

“Please, I hurt,” I whispered, my body shaking with need. “It was werewolf blood I drank. Don’t tease me. It hurts.”

“Do you promise to submit to us all night and be ours?” Mareo asked, holding up a hand to stop Foma when he went to swallow me down.

“Yes, I give myself to you tonight,” I agreed, having just enough sense to clarify how long I was there.

“Good enough for now,” he bitched but waved Foma on. I cried out as he swallowed me down, his light brown eyes staring up at me with lust, groaning at the taste of me. At the same time Mareo pushed a finger in my ass and started stretching me out. “Big cock and tight ass. Yes, you are perfect for us.”

I couldn’t even say anything. My body was one big nerve ending and globule of need to come. Moments later I was tugging on Foma’s hair, freeing his soft curls from the tie, to signal I was coming. He shook his head and kept right on going. I cried out in bliss as I came, my balls almost hurting from the force of it. It seemed to last forever, his mouth never stopping its attention on me.

When I came back down, Mareo was pulling four fingers out of my ass and Foma drew off of me and stood. How had I missed him stretching me out like that? I gasped for air as my senses ran wild, my body craving more and everything from them. Next thing I knew I was on the bed, hands and knees, with Mareo’s cock pushing against my hole and Foma’s held up to my mouth. I opened for him, getting a smile as my reward as he ran his fingers through my ear-length hair.

The moment Mareo plunged into me, I remembered why I wasn’t supposed to give in to them… The fae didn’t bite to claim their mates. They just needed to have sex. I felt the bond snap into place and Mareo growled dangerously. “He’s our mate. Were you going to tell us ever?”

“Let it go, Mareo. We can talk later. You saw there was a lot going on with him after what happened at dinner. Side with our mate and be what he needs, not another problem,” Foma chastised gently.

“You’re right. It doesn’t matter,” Mareo said as he draped himself over my back, pressing his lips to my ear. “It doesn’t matter now because you’re ours and we’re never letting you go, Virgil.”

I didn’t want to hear talk like that, my lust and hormones making it hard for me to focus even as my brain tried to clear of the fog. I just wanted to fuck. I bucked my hips, letting him know to get on with it. He listened because the next thing I knew he was plowing into me as I deep throated Foma.

I came first, my body needing just a little help and Mareo’s massive cock rubbing my prostate being just what did the trick. Hell, I wanted to measure Foma’s dick later when I was in my right mind. Maybe in my haze I was seeing more of it than I thought there was, but I was pretty damn sure it was way over a foot long. I couldn’t even take half of it into me.

Mareo bellowed out my name as he filled my body with his release. The second he was done, he pulled out of me and flopped down to the bed. Foma pushed me off of him and I rolled onto my back, blinking up at him in shock. He moved between my legs, wrapping them over his hips before plunging into me. Just like before I distantly felt the mating bond snap into place, not being able to focus on it, but knowing that my life would never be the same.

“We’re going to love you so good and forever, Virgil,” Foma whispered as he leaned over before kissing me stupid. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted my hips to meet his. We could worry about whatever else was going on later. Right then I just wanted pleasure. I wanted to let go, deal with my hormones, take the bliss they offered, and give in to my desires with the two sexiest men I’d ever seen.

Foma

Our mate was so passionate that I was in awe of him. After I took him and we truly mated, I saw firsthand how werewolf blood affected a vampire. Virgil was insatiable. He’d come three times already and here he was, begging, moaning like the perfect horny man of our dreams.

“Please, take me together,” he pleaded as he moved to straddle Mareo’s hips.

“That’s the werewolf blood talking,” I hedged, shooting my mate a glance. We were both very big men. We could really hurt Virgil and there were some things that sounded good during the moment that we tended to regret later.

“No, I
love
it,” Virgil moaned as he lowered himself onto Mareo’s cock, not waiting for help or a green light that more sex was happening. “I had been sleeping with two wolves for months. I’d never been with men before but suddenly I can’t get enough of two cocks in me. I think I’m addicted to werewolf blood though and that’s why I ended things. I can’t believe Caleb served some tonight. I drank more of it than I ever did from Frye or Koi though.”

Oh shit
. I shared a glance with Mareo and saw that he was concerned as well. Had we basically just given a recovering addict the hit to throw him back into the world of drugs? We were horrible,
horrible
people.

“Whatever our mate needs we will give it to him,” Mareo said firmly, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Just tell us if it’s too much.”

“I will. I promise I will,” Virgil whimpered with relief. Mareo pulled him down for a kiss, Virgil’s hips moving on their own. I held them still as I added lube to my fingers and started to work his hole even more open so we could both fit. I realized Mareo was working Virgil’s cock at the same time to try and take some of the edge off.

On top of everything else, we’d given him a lot of werewolf blood. Great. That would just be the whip cream and cherry on top of my guilt sundae.

“Just like this?” Mareo asked in a husky tone as I slipped in a second finger.

“Harder. Please, I’m almost there. I want to bite you,” Virgil begged.

“You can’t. Our blood needs to be despelled by the Queen first, sweetheart. Then you can drink from us all you want, okay?”

“Right, yeah. Fae blood would make me crazy,” he mumbled. I heard them kissing again and quickly, but carefully stretched out my new mate. I wanted him as much as I did Mareo but I also was nervous. Mareo and I had been together for almost seven hundred years. I’d met him right before I’d turned of age… And the moment I did he’d taken my virginity and we’d realized we’d been mates.

That was a lot for Virgil to walk into. Add to that whatever was going on with his family and friends and we would need to give our mate a lot of love and attention.

When he was ready I pulled out my fingers and pushed my cock into him slowly. Virgil screamed out, his body shaking with need as he moved to take more of me inside of him. “Yes!” I blinked in shock. He was so open, so passionate with us that it was almost the exact opposite as to how his brother seemed to describe him or even what Virgil had said about himself.

So which was the real Virgil?

“Take it slow,” Mareo guided as he sat up.

“Don’t want to. Want this again,” Virgil argued almost manically. He moved his hips as fast as he could, taking more of me into him as some of Mareo’s cock slipped out of him. Then he’d impale himself on Mareo’s cock until only the head of mine was still inside of him. Hell, he didn’t even need our help, it seemed. “Love this feeling. Feel free. The blood is freeing. The cocks are freeing. Confusing when it’s over but freeing now. I want. God how I’ve fought but want this.”

“You can always have us now,” I assured him as he started to lose rhythm. Mareo saw it too and we took hold of our smaller mate, helping him by moving our bodies to please him. Of course, at six three, most people would say Virgil was tall but since I was seven seven and Mareo was seven six… He was smaller to us.

“So perfect,” Mareo moaned as he buried his face in Virgil’s neck. “We have searched for you for so long, Virgil. And you’re so perfect. I thank the gods for you.”

“No one thinks I’m perfect,” he gasped in shock. I felt his body shiver at the compliment.

“We do,” I agreed, grunting as we took him faster. “You’re everything we’d ever hoped for.”

That seemed to push the right buttons in our mate because he threw back his head and shouted as he came, his ass clamping down on our cocks. Mareo and I climaxed together, both of us coming deep inside our mate until he was overflowing with our seed.

When we were done, and carefully pulled out of Virgil, we fell to the bed. I was spent, sated and smiling from a wonderful sex marathon. Or at least needing a breather until the next round. I could tell from the way Mareo’s chest moved that he was in the same spot.

Not so much for our other mate.

“Which one of you gave me the werewolf blood?” Virgil asked darkly. My head snapped in his direction and I saw some of the lust had cleared enough that his eyes were focused… And pissed.

“You were only here a few days and gave us every sign you knew we were your mates but didn’t—” I started to explain as I reached for him. He bared his fangs at me before grabbing the lube.

“Save it. I can’t even think past my throbbing cock. You did this and you’re going to take care of it even if that means I fuck you both raw all night.” The anger in his voice broke my heart. I didn’t blame him, now that we knew he had an addiction to werewolf blood and gave him too much. It was just supposed to be a little to take the edge off and open him up.

We didn’t mean to screw up this badly.

“Yes, of course, anything our mate needs,” I agreed, spreading my legs wide in invitation. His eyes ran over my body until he met my gaze. Then he shook his head. “I can’t even look at you.” I gave a startled gasp at that and then when he flipped me over. Shit. We really screwed up. He pushed two slicked-up fingers into my ass and I saw the bottle of lube land by Mareo’s arm out of the corner of my eye. “Get stretched because you’re next. My dick feels like it’s going to fall off with need.”

I couldn’t peek at Mareo. I didn’t blame him, which I’m sure he thought I did. I was an adult and I agreed to the plan. I would take responsibility for that. But right then if I saw the sadness or the worry on his face I would crumble. It was hard enough focusing on being with Virgil when I felt like my heart was breaking.

“I’ve never gotten to top before with a man,” Virgil growled as he pushed inside of me minutes later when I was ready. “I like this too. This is good.”

“I’m always here for whatever you want or need,” I assured him. He didn’t say anything, snarling instead as if it had been the wrong thing to say. Then he started a punishing pace. I moaned as my mate sent my body soaring with pleasure. When I could tell he was getting close, I took care of myself, assuming with the way he was acting that it wouldn’t be all about me right then.

And rightfully so.

We finished together and moments later he was on Mareo. I watched, completely turned on by the powerful coupling of my mates. Virgil was so strong. I bet even though he was smaller, he had just as much strength as us and I could tell Mareo loved it as much as I did.

When they were done, I saw a conflicted look cross Virgil’s face as he wiped off his cock. He knew we were tired and even as pissed at us as he was, he didn’t want to push his mates or take what we weren’t willing to give. Our mate had a big heart obviously.

I offered him another blow job for his release, then Mareo did, both of us hoping it showed how much we already cared. Then he took us each once more. Damn, that werewolf blood made him like a machine! There was a nap after that and then several more rounds during which I lost count. Finally a few hours before the sun would be coming up he was spent.

“I will never forgive either of you for what you’ve done,” Virgil mumbled as he collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted. I felt cold down to my soul at his words. We couldn’t even try to explain ourselves because he was out the moment he hit the pillow. I still wrapped my arms around him, Mareo doing the same from the other side of him.

“We’ll change his mind and earn his forgiveness,” Mareo said in a confident tone I’m sure he wasn’t really feeling. There was no way he could after hearing that. Personally, I felt as if my world was crumbling around me.