Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Rig picked him up and kissed him with all the passion inside him. “I love you. I will forever. Yes to the house and the fucking. Now please.”
As soon as he set him down David’s mouth was on his. Oh God, he’d missed this so much. “I love you and I will forever. The house is amazing and I need to fuck you, Roar, so I hope you’re ready.”
He was so damn ready for that. And he knew exactly what he wanted. “Rig, can you lay on the floor for us?”
Rig’s sharp cheekbones were flushed and his pupils already blown. “Whatever you want.”
Everything. He’d wanted everything, and they’d already given it to him.
He knelt down between Rig’s legs and reached for the lube he’d hidden under one of the overly-fluffed pillows. “No condoms,” he growled. “We don’t need anything between us.”
David almost whimpered at that. “Where do you want me, Roar?”
Rory smiled seductively over his shoulder. “I’m going to get inside Rig’s tight ass.” He took one lubed finger and showed them both what he meant.
“Yes.” Rig lifted his hips in desperation.
“And then you’re going to bend me over and fuck us both with that monster,” Rory said, the idea of it almost enough to make him come.
David swore and dropped to his knees beside them. “Don’t keep us waiting.”
Hah. They were the ones that had kept him waiting until he was crazy. Willing to do anything to show them he didn’t space anymore. He hated space. Space sucked.
He realized their evil plan worked at the same time he was pushing the head of his cock into Rig’s firm ass. “Oh, you clever bastards.”
“That’s right,” Rig gasped. “And you love it.”
Rory leaned down to suck Rig’s tongue into his mouth. “I love you, Anthony. You feel so good.” He spread Rig’s legs wider and leaned in until he was rooted deep inside and ready for David’s invasion. “Fuck. David, you need to hurry.”
“You’re not ready for me.”
“Already took care of it,” Rory moaned, unable to stop himself from thrusting into Rig’s hot, clenching ass. “You told me not to keep you waiting, and I didn’t want to waste time in case you agreed. I’m ready for you, David. We’re ready for you.”
Rory’s mouth opened and closed on a silent cry when David curved his body over the both of them impatiently and thrust inside. “Jesus, David—God.” So full.
They’d all been too long without to go slow and he’d been too greedy not to demand this. All of them together.
Together.
“Fuck us, David,” Rig begged from underneath him. “I want to watch his face when you make him come inside me.”
Rig was the devil. Rory kissed him again. “You know just how to make him wild.”
A feral rumbling vibrated against his back and Rory realized David was growling. Yes. “Do it, David. Make us all come.”
“Kiss me.”
Rory turned his head and David kissed them both breathless as his hips started to pound him deeper into Rig. Fuck, yes.
He’d never done this before but it was his new favorite position. Filling and being filled. Taking and being taken. Rory-in-the-middle. Harder, David. Harder.
“So deep,” Rig groaned, one fist gripping his erection, jerking himself in time to their thrusts. “I’m coming.”
“Yes.” David lifted his mouth and ground his thick beast inside Rory, making him shake. “Come inside him, Roar. Let him feel us come together.”
Rory bit his lip, every inch of his body alive and on fire for his two men. They were everywhere. In his body. In his heart. Filling him up with desire and need until he knew he was going to explode.
Coming. Coming so hard. “David!”
David growled again, biting the back of Rory’s neck as pulse after pulse of his warm release filled his ass.
“So good,” Rig mumbled beneath him. “Feels so good.”
It felt like they’d claimed each other. Mine. These two are mine.
When David moved to let him roll off of Rig and collapse on the floor, Rory started to laugh.
“What is it?” Rig asked sleepily.
“David bit me.”
“I did not.”
Rory couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “David growled like a kinky shifter, and then he bit me.”
Rig pushed himself onto his elbow with a groan. “Do you like shifters? I thought you were the vampires-in-a-love-triangle guy.”
Rory pretended to consider it while he reached for the towel so he didn’t leak all over his cousin’s carpet. “They both bite. They’re both broody.”
David snorted. “One is a corpse and the other is part animal.”
Rory shook his finger chidingly. “That’s a stereotype. I’ve read several books where the vampires are a different species, not dead and all, and they can shift into wolves and dragons. That’s the whole package.”
“That sounds better than the dead ones that cry and piss blood.” Rig made a face. “That’s just wrong.”
David dragged himself onto his stomach and pressed his cheek to Rory’s chest. “This is a ridiculous conversation.”