Glenn, Stormy and Flynn, Joyee - Blood Lust [Delta Wolf 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (8 page)

“I’ll carry the lube from now on,” Owen snapped as he grabbed the bottle out of Christian’s hand. “You won’t need it except when you’re with us.”

Christian’s mouth dropped open for a moment before he started laughing. “Owen, my past doesn’t matter anymore. I’m mated to you and Constantine now. I can’t be with anyone except the both of you ever again. There’s no need to be jealous.”

“How would you like to think about me being with someone else?” Owen snapped.

“You were a virgin,” Christian said, and the smile slowly fell from his lips. “You said so.”

“That was then. This is now.”

Christian pushed away a little. His eyebrows drew together as he frowned. “Are you saying you want to be with someone else?”

“No, but now you know how I feel when you talk about your past.”

Christian started to move to the side of the bed, but
Constantine
reached across Owen and grabbed him by the arm. “All right, that’s enough, both of you. We’re supposed to be having a good time here, loving each other, not fighting. We all have a past, each one of us. We’re going to have to learn to deal with that.”

Christian settled back down on the bed while he seemed to consider
Constantine
’s words. Owen felt his heart ache in his chest at the dejected look on Christian’s face. That’s not what he wanted. He just wanted…Owen wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted, but he knew he felt like a jerk.

“I’m sorry, Christian.” Owen shrugged. “I don’t think that came out right. There’s nothing you can do about your past. I get that. I just—when you brought that bottle out and said what you did, I just suddenly saw all these men fucking you and I—”

“Two,” Christian whispered. “I’ve been with two men, that’s it. I swear.”

“And you’ll never be with any other men except me and Owen, right?”
Constantine
asked.

Owen watched Christian’s eyes flicker up to
Constantine
’s and the man slowly started to smile. “Promise.”

“And you, Owen?”
Constantine
asked, grabbing Owen by the chin and turned his head. “Do you promise never to be with anyone else except me or Christian?”

“Yes, of course, but I—”

“No buts.”
Constantine
covered Owen’s lips with his finger. “We, all three of us, promise right here and now that we won’t be with anyone else. It’s just the three of us in this bed, and it’s going to stay that way. Agreed?”

Owen nodded. He could see Christian nodding out of the corner of his eye.
Constantine
nodded and removed his finger from Owen’s mouth. He smirked. “Well, now that we have that settled, do you think we can get on with this thing between the three of us then? I don’t know about you two, but my dick aches. I think it needs a little tender-loving care.”

Owen laughed. How could he not?
Constantine
just had a way of putting everything in perspective and cutting through the bullshit. Owen reached back and wrapped his hand around
Constantine
’s thick cock.

“I think I might be able to help you with that.”

Constantine
groaned, thrusting against Owen’s tight grip. Owen started stroking
Constantine
, his groan soon joining the man’s as Christian gripped him.

While their conversion of a moment ago had been laden, the desire building between the three of them was back almost immediately. They touched and caressed each other and pressed their bodies together.

“Lean forward, baby.”
Constantine
pushed at Owen’s hip. “Lift your leg over Christian.”

Owen was confused but did what
Constantine
said. He only understood when he felt the man’s fingers move between his ass cheeks. The breath stuttered in his throat when he felt the soft caress against his puckered entrance. It scared him, but it felt really, really good. He didn’t know whether to move away from the touch or push back against it.

Pressing back against the slicked up fingers pressing into him won out. Owen cried out deeply when two thrust into his ass. He knew from experience that
Constantine
was a large man. He knew that he needed to be stretched a lot. Owen just wasn’t sure he would last long enough to get Christian ready, too.

“Chri
-
Christian.” Owen groaned and reached for the man. “Need to get you ready. Don’t want to hurt you.”

Christian grinned and reached over Owen for the bottle of lube. “You just enjoy yourself. I’ll get myself ready.”

Owen’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he imagined Christian with his own fingers in his ass. He licked his lips. “Can I watch?”

“You want to watch me prepare myself?”

Owen nodded, unable to find the words to say what he wanted. He had an inkling before that he was somewhat voyeuristic. Now he knew he was. He liked watching. The thought of watching Christian stretch himself, get himself ready for Owen’s cock, nearly made Owen come. Only by clenching his fists did he fend off his impending orgasm.

But it was a close thing when Christian rolled over and climbed to his hands and knees. Owen was sure he stopped breathing when Christian squirted some lube on his fingers, then reached around and started stretching himself.

“Fuck me,”
Constantine
exclaimed. “That’s hot!”

Owen nodded. He was pretty sure he was drooling.

“You like watching Christian stretch himself, baby?”

Constantine
crooned in his ear as he added a third finger to Owen’s ass. All three fingers started moving in and out of Owen’s tight entrance to the same movements of Christian’s fingers.

“Watch him, baby. Imagine what it’s going to be like when that’s your hard cock instead of his fingers.”

Owen watched. He had to. No force on earth could have torn his eyes away from Christian preparing himself on his own fingers. Owen could feel
Constantine
impaling him in the same way, almost as if they all shared the same sensation at the very same time.

“Fuck, baby.”
Constantine
groaned. “You’re so tight.”

Owen blinked. He suddenly realized that while he’d been mesmerized by the sight of Christian stretching himself,
Constantine
had filled him with his cock. He shuddered, feeling
Constantine
bottom out, the man’s balls pressing against him.

“It didn’t hurt,” he whispered in surprise.

“It’s not supposed to.”
Constantine
chuckled. “You’re only supposed to feel pleasure, Owen.”

Owen did, especially when
Constantine
started moving. The pleasure shot through his body like a spark of electricity. Owen cried out and pushed his ass back against
Constantine
. He couldn’t believe how good it felt.

The sudden slap of a hand on his hip jolted Owen. Confused by the smack, he looked over his shoulder at
Constantine
.

“We’re going to roll over to our hands and knees, okay?”

Owen arched an eyebrow. How in the hell was he supposed to roll onto his hands and knees with
Constantine
’s cock in his ass? That was like asking the impossible. Still, Owen tried to give it his best shot.
Constantine
helped by grabbing Owen’s hips while they both rolled over.

Owen inhaled swiftly and climbed to his hands and knees. The new position allowed
Constantine
to sink farther into Owen’s ass. Owen dug his fingers into the blankets and tried to catch his breath. He could feel
Constantine
moving behind him, the man’s body pressed tight against his ass.

“Christian?”

Owen expected Christian to kneel in front of him. He wasn’t prepared for him to lie on his back and scoot down until their hard cocks were pressed together. Christian spread his legs, then pulled them up to his chest.

“Our turn.” Christian chuckled.

Owen swallowed hard when he looked down at the stretched pink hole waiting for him. He suddenly realized that he’d never done this and that he had no idea how to make it good for Christian. He knew nothing about man-on-man sex.

“Christian, I don’t—”

“You’ll be fine, Owen. Just do what
Constantine
does.”

Owen had serious doubts, but he grabbed his cock and guided it to Christian’s tight entrance anyway. The silky heat of Christian’s body enveloped Owen’s cock as he slowly sank it into the man.

“Oh yeah, right there.”

Christian moaned beneath Owen. Owen looked down, surprised when he found Christian’s neck arched, his eyes closed as if the sensations going through him were more than he could take with them open. “Right where?”

Constantine
did a series of short thrusts. Owen thought it felt pretty good until
Constantine
changed his angle and the head of his cock hit something inside. Owen stiffened and cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Right there,”
Constantine
whispered into Owen’s ear. “That’s the sweet spot, baby.”

Owen nodded rapidly. It sure as hell was. It felt like every nerve ending, every cell in his body, was flooded with pleasure. When
Constantine
did it again, Owen couldn’t help but thrust forward into Christian, then thrust back against
Constantine
.

He couldn’t decide which sensation felt better, the feeling of
Constantine
’s cock filling him and hitting his sweet spot or the tight grip that surrounded his cock every time he thrust into Christian. Owen wasn’t sure he cared. The faster he moved, the more he felt of both.

Owen’s movements became erratic as sensation after sensation washed over him. Only
Constantine
’s hands on his hips kept him in line. It didn’t hurt that he was sandwiched between the two men.

Christian caressed Owen from below, moved his lips over Owen’s skin.
Constantine
loved him from behind, nibbling across Owen’s neck while stroking his heated skin.

Owen was simply the vessel between Constantine and Christian that they took their pleasure from. Owen couldn’t have been happier about that. If being in the middle of these two men was his future, he was all for it.

“It’s time, Owen.”

Owen glanced down at Christian in confusion.

“I’m close,” he groaned. “I want to claim you when I come.”

Owen didn’t know how Christian could be close considering the man had never touched his cock, but he still leaned down when Christian opened his mouth and bared his canines. The pain was immediate but gone in a second to be replaced by overwhelming pleasure.

Owen cried out, certain he was seconds away from coming. He shook. He clenched the sheets next to Christian’s head. He tried to hold off his orgasm until he felt Christian come. Owen thought he might have succeeded when he felt hot liquid shoot between them.

Then another set of canines sank into his neck while
Constantine
pummeled his sweet spot with rapid thrusts. A multitude of sensations was too much for Owen to take. He screamed out with his release and filled Christian with his seed.