What's Your Poison? (5 page)

The tone changed, then became more fragmented and wild and he guessed he was seeing inside Lavi’s mind. Or rather Lavi as he was now. There were no romantic fantasies or clear pictures, only a clawing need to claim.

“I’m yours already,” he said in Lavi’s ear, trying to soothe some of the violent need.

Lavi spun him around and he held in a yelp as he was suddenly confronted with the terrifying view below them, only his lover’s arms and tail around his torso keeping him from plummeting to the ground. They dropped abruptly and he shrieked, unable to keep his fear inside as they lowered until they were just above the tall green tops of the forest.

“Lavi, what are you doing?” He tried to say it calmly, but failed miserably.

The only answer he received was a fierce growl that vibrated through his body and he felt something massive and hard grow along his back.

“Oh shit,” he whispered, realising that the serum must have kicked in. He was in big trouble here. He knew Lavi wouldn’t harm him, but he was still caught in the air along with a horny gargoyle beast that was humping his back. Lavi’s claws tugged at his clothes gently, not tearing, only like they were testing.

“Lavi? Why don’t we go back to the ground and you can shift back, okay?” He tried to make it sound like it wasn’t a big deal. Clearly, that didn’t come across, as Lavi tightened his hold and growled again. This time the vocalisation had more of a threat attached to it. Jack knew it wasn’t aimed at him. Lavi must be picking up on his tension and fear, and think he was in danger. His mate would protect him, even from himself, but this wasn’t a normal circumstance. He wasn’t sure how Lavi’s beast could cope with the intense lust Jake had apparently warned them they might experience once the mating instinct was awakened.

A blur of movement through the trees below caught his eye and he smiled. With his wolf-enhanced night-vision, he could make out enough of the fast moving blur to recognise his other mate.

“Van!” Jacko didn’t want to be rescued from his own mate, but it was clear what Lavi’s beast wanted and there was no way Jacko could give it to him without being ripped in half. The shaft shoving against his ass and back felt bigger than a baseball bat.

The blur stopped with a skid and he saw Van look up as he and Lavi flew above him. He hoped Van could hear his thoughts from there and realise what was going on. Lavi didn’t seem to be able to when he was like this. He spotted the blur racing ahead again and held his breath. What was Van going to do?

The answer came a second later when Van ran up an actual tree and launched into the air without fear. His vampire mate hung in the air for a moment, eyes brilliant red and fangs glinting in the moonlight. Jacko felt Van’s need as clearly as he did Lavi’s, but Van was still in control.

Van snatched him right out of Lavi’s arms and Lavi had to either let go or hurt him as Van fell away. The tail around his waist unwound and Jacko clung to Van. They dropped quickly, landing hard, and Van rolled to take most of the impact. Even so, the crash landing left them in a heap.

He felt the thud of something heavy hitting the ground and his pulse rate tripled as he glanced up to see Lavi, wings flaring in anger and eyes glowing with something close to hurt. The hurt broke his heart and he wanted to go to him. He must have tried because Van held him back and pushed in front, shielding him. To see anything other than Van’s back he had to lean to the side.

Lavi threw back his head and released a roaring bellow.

“No, if you want to claim him, you shift back, Lavi.” Van stood between him and the beast that was his other mate and pointed at Lavi’s stone carved face. “He can’t take you like this, love.”

Those glowing red eyes fastened on him and sharpened with the flash of intelligence. Lavi must be fighting his baser self and the possessive urges Van and Lavi had warned him about after he’d first seen this nine-foot tall creature.

Edging out from behind Van, he held out his hand. “Please, Lavi change back.”

The beast grunted and took a step back, flashing his deadly teeth in a universal sign that he wasn’t happy.

“Cut it out, Lavi. I want my mates, so you better shift back right now or you’ll just have to settle for watching Van fuck me and not be invited to play,” he snapped, his temper getting the better of him as his wolf howled for his mates. They weren’t the only ones in need right now. He was hard as stone, and one way or another his mates were going to give him what he wanted.

A hiss came out of Van so loud it startled him, but he only reached out with his other hand and took hold of the vampire’s arm, yanking him closer. Van could have easily pulled away, but didn’t, coming to him emanating a deep scent of male satisfaction. He knew Van loved it when he got demanding every once in a while.

Jacko’s temperature started to rise and he tugged at the collar of his T-shirt. He was burning up like he was in a furnace. “I’m so hot. Need.”

The ability to form a complete sentence evaporated and he ripped off his top, throwing it aside with a moan as the cool night air touched his overheated skin. He got to work on his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping in one smooth motion, letting the fabric fall to the floor with his underwear before stepping out and narrowing in on Van. His mate was wearing too many clothes.

Van immediately started striping, picking the thought out of his mind. Jacko set about touching and tasting every strip of skin bared to him as his mate removed all of his clothes in record time and stood in front of him, arms at his side and cock standing proud.

He could do anything he wanted, and the knowledge was intoxicating.

The scent of lust came from two directions and he remembered Lavi in beast form was only metres away from them. The fact sparked a hidden depth of exhibitionism in him that he hadn’t expected. What would it be like to have Lavi watch him and Van, eyes glowing with primal power?

Seeing his paw print tattoo on Van made him pause and catch his breath. He loved that his mates were marked for him. He jumped forward and attacked the tattoo, licking it and rubbing his cheeks over it so his scent covered Van’s chest like a blanket. His teeth ached to sink into Van’s other pectoral and lay a different mark on him.

He didn’t get the chance as Van dropped to his knees and turned the tables on him, flicking his right nipple ring with his tongue. It was the one with Van’s name engraved on the metal. Van gently tweaked the left one as well, the ring with Lavi on it. Van hadn’t let on, but now that Jacko could see inside his vampire mate’s mind, he knew a very old, territorial part of Van revelled in the fact Jacko bore their marks of ownership.

“I do, I really do,” Van moaned as tongued the hoop with his name on again.

Unable to stand the slow torture while burning up inside, Jacko went to his knees and manoeuvred so he was on all fours in front of Van, ass pointing right at his mate so there could be no mistaking what he wanted.

It was getting too much, the flashes of insight into his mates’ consciousness, the disjointed segments of intense desire coming from Lavi and the deeper fantasies and pleasures he saw in Van of kinky couplings and adventurous locations.

Van must have secreted some packets of lube somewhere, because he heard someone digging through clothes one minute and the next a wet finger was easing into his ass. It felt so good he moaned gutturally, but it still wasn’t enough. He was greedy with yearning. One finger quickly became two and whimpering with impatience, he pushed his ass back onto Van’s fingers, asking for more. There was a pinch of pain when Van gave it to him, jumping straight from two fingers to four, and his legs quivered with excitement—he knew what was to come next.

There was a breath of waiting as Van twisted and pushed his fingers inside him, then his mate retreated, coming back with cold lube, fingering some inside him.

“Don’t tempt me,” Van admonished him with a smack to his ass.

The slow and careful preparation seemed to take forever, and he knew it was necessary even though he didn’t have the patience for it this time. But eventually, after an agonising wait, Van finally fit the hot tip of his erection against his hole and started to push in.

Slowly taking in the long length of Van’s cock, he shook and let his head fall to the earth. Van felt so big inside him, stretching his muscles and filling him perfectly. It was exactly what he’d craved. His mouth opened in a silent scream as his body welcomed Van as if his mate was always meant to be there.

“You’re killing me, wolfie,” Van panted, shaking with the effort it must be taking not to simply sheath himself in one long thrust.

Jacko didn’t have that discipline—he shoved back so the last inch slid in hard and he groaned in pleasure. Before Van could stop him, he rocked forward and back again, beginning the rhythm he knew Van liked when he was in this position. Every time his ass hit Van’s hard stomach muscles, the flesh smacked together and the sound was music to his ears.

Digging his fingers into the dirt, he rose up to all fours and pushed back harder. Van gave as good as he got, meeting him halfway and changing the tempo to something faster, a rhythm only his vampires could match, until the only thing Jacko could do was cry out with the pleasure crashing through him and try not to fall down. He knew if he twisted to glance at Van all he’d be able to see was a naked blur, moving faster than a bullet leaving a gun.

The slapping of skin turned into a regular tattoo.

A deep roar that had the ground shaking beneath him called him to look up and he saw Lavi had come closer and was now to the side of them experiencing a front row view of Van fucking him into oblivion. Still a winged, horned version of himself, Lavi sat in a low crouch with his wings out wide above and to the side of him, dancing jerkily as if he couldn’t help the movements.

But it was the eyes that drew him, the red orbs that blazed like firelight and rubies. Jacko couldn’t look away as Lavi lowered his head and growled low in his chest, a sexual noise rather than an angry one. He held that eye contact even when Van’s hand in his hair lightly tugged, in contrast to the desperate action of his hips, just enough to guide his head to the side.

Staring into Lavi’s eyes, he shattered in to pieces when Van struck, burying his fangs in his neck. Distantly, he was aware of Van coming too, the vampire’s thrusts stilling and the collision of their pleasures rebounding and leapfrogging each other as they came.

Gasping for breath, he came down from the explosive high slowly, blinking and trying to focus on the bits of twig on the forest floor. “That was…that was cool,” he wheezed with a laugh, still trying to catch his breath. Understatement of the century there.

Taking him by surprise, Van rolled over them over until he was on the bottom and Jacko was lying on the vampire’s chest, looking up at the sky again. They were still joined when Van’s hips tilted just right, letting the semi-hard cock spear him and drag over his prostate, and it scrambled his thoughts, making his body tremble. He couldn’t come again so soon surely.

His eyes started to drift closed when a delicious scent filled his nose and he snapped them open to see a human shaped Lavi hovering over him, kneeling in the small gap of Van’s legs.

“Can I join in now, my sweet wolf?”

Beyond speaking, Jacko tipped his head back against Van’s shoulder. He wanted Lavi to do whatever he wanted, as long as it satisfied the need rising up in him again, heating his skin. He whined as his dick filled and throbbed. He was so sensitive it hurt a little.

“Shh. I’ll take care of you. I know what you need,” Lavi promised, running gentle hands up and down his thighs.

He wasn’t expecting Van to move, and when Van’s feet hooked his ankles, spreading his legs wider apart he squeaked. Even as his cock jerked and his toes curled at the simple restraints. All he’d have to do was lift his feet and he’d be free, but he liked the feel of Van holding him open to their mate.

Lavi shuffled closer and Jacko gave a hiss of his own when his mate’ fingers travelled up from his thighs, over the crease at the juncture where leg met groin and down, bypassing his needy erection and tight balls to touch where Van was still inside him. It felt dirty, sinful and ever so naughty. It hit all his buttons and he hitched his hips, fucking himself on Van’s reawakening cock.

“So lovely,” Lavi commented, teasing around his hole. “I’m going to take Van as you ride his cock, then I’m going to drive inside you while you’re still slave to your orgasm and show you how it truly feels to be mated to vampire elders.”

“Please, yes please.” His head rolled on Van’s shoulder as both of his mates growled with approval.

He raised his pelvis again, leaning back against Van’s chest for leverage and moaned when Van snapped up to meet him on the downward motion. It felt so good. His body was like a tuning fork for every touch they bestowed upon him.

Yelping, Jacko had to cling on to keep his balance when Van suddenly arched, hips raising off the ground and tilting him backward and almost upside down, still keeping his legs wide. Van’s hands grabbed at his waist, holding him immobile, and he felt the anticipatory tremors running through his mate’s body.

Jacko felt the exact moment Lavi entered Van, not only by the warmth of Lavi’s stomach pressing against his inner thighs and balls, but also in the tension that shot through Van’s whole body. He turned his head to the side and nibbled along Van’s jaw, licking the slight dark blond stubble there. He grinned when Van growled and he bit his mate a second time, harder this time just to hear it again.

They were such a perfect pair, with Van’s hair light where Lavi’s was dark, and Lavi with his smooth elegance where Van had muscle and silent strength. Together the vampires were a matched pair, and he thanked fate every day for letting him be in the middle of it, a part of the whole.

“You’re the one we were waiting for,” Van whispered breathlessly in his ear.

“Yes. We had all but given up hope,” Lavi grunted.

That was when Lavi really started to move. Lavi ploughed into his other mate and Jacko felt the aftershocks, both through the new elements of their bonds and in the way Van thrust up into him with stacatto coordination. It was more than enough to please him, and Jacko rode out the sensations and watched Lavi work.