Page 31 of Randall (The Tenth Step #3)

Randall

For a brief moment, I’d thought about taking Darvon while he was balls-deep inside Flynn, but more pressing, I wanted to be inside our kitten.

Even though the future felt a little murky, I was sure we’d have plenty of years ahead of us for joinings of that nature.

So I waited and watched and even helped, standing behind Darvon, and with my hands on his hips, urged him on.

All the while, I whispered carnal depravities into his ear, sucking on the skin of his neck, biting his shoulder.

Their passion was a rising tide, filling the room as much as their voices did, and I was eager to join them. When they fully claimed each other, an explosion of heat overwhelmed me: I needed to be inside Flynn.

Letting Darvon have a moment to catch his breath as he floated from the high of his orgasm, I held him upright, staring at Flynn’s chest and the spiral branded over his heart.

I knew then exactly how I’d place my triangular mark: my protection of three corners surrounding his spiral of our journey.

Darvon and I would have Flynn’s triple claw marks serve as background to our magickal symbols.

Darvon tipped his head back onto my shoulder, pursing his lips. I took the hint and kissed him, reveling in his loose state of being, even though I hadn’t quite participated… Only helped.

“My turn,” I whispered, drawing him backward, his still-stiff cock sliding free of our mate.

I gently pushed Darvon to lie beside Flynn as I caught our kitten’s feet and placed them on my chest. I rubbed Flynn’s thighs as I stared down at the two of them, cheeks and chests flushed from their lovemaking, Flynn’s cock hard and leaking.

They shared a slow, lingering kiss, their fingers tangling atop Flynn’s chest, just below Darvon’s mark.

I leaned in, my cockhead pressing against Flynn’s body.

As he welcomed me in, I slid his ankles up to my shoulders, reached around his legs, and covered their joined hands with one of mine.

With the other, I rested my fingertips evenly around Darvon’s spiral where I would place my mark.

Three points of contact, three equal angles. Three mates joined as one.

Rocking my body, I pulsed inside Flynn in measured increments, impatient to be completely inside him, but unwilling to hurt him in any way.

Once seated, I paused to enjoy the heat of his body enveloping my erection and the press of his inner walls rippling along my length.

Knowing I was fucking Flynn while he was still full of Darvon’s cum also did wicked things to my libido.

“Does he feel good?” Darvon asked Flynn, nuzzling his jaw.

“Yes,” Flynn replied breathily. He twisted slightly to touch Darvon’s cheek. “You were the perfect size to go first. Randall is stretching me more. I feel… full and… well loved.”

“You’ll be even fuller soon,” I chuckled, readying to fill my little mate with my release.

I let go of them to grab Flynn’s thighs, pulling them down and urging him to wrap his legs around my waist as he had with Darvon.

“You feel amazing around my cock, kitten.” Then I took his length in my hand, started a steady rocking motion, and fucked inside Flynn.

Increasing my strokes of both my hand and body, I felt my power rise to the surface of my skin.

Each groan and swear that spilled from Flynn’s lips fanned the flames of my passion to greater heights. I’d ridiculously thought my prowess so good that I could hold off, but watching Darvon kiss Flynn, feeling Flynn’s body wrapped around me, I had to grit my teeth to ensure he came first.

Noticing Darvon’s cock stiffening, I said his name. He broke from Flynn and knelt up. Taking my face in his hands, he kissed me with a zeal I hoped would never fade. “What do you need?” he asked between pecks and tongue-filled liplocks.

“I want to mark you both at the same time. Lie beside us and take our mate’s shaft into your mouth. I need both hands free.”

Understanding what I wanted, Darvon gave me one last lingering kiss before he slid down next to me, where I could touch him.

As he took over licking and sucking Flynn’s cock, watching his saliva-slicked shaft pumping in and out of Darvon’s mouth, I trailed my fingertips aimlessly along Darvon’s torso and cock, urging its glorious revival.

Since I’d mostly stopped moving during the interlude with Darvon, I’d given Flynn a few moments to recover and catch his breath, but now I was ready to take him over the edge. I flicked and rolled a nipple on each man, feeling Darvon’s groan as the vibrations rippled through Flynn’s body.

With all of us touching, and my mates already claimed by the other, our senses were wide open.

Through our link, I could feel Darvon’s lips on Flynn’s cock like they were wrapped around mine.

Flynn’s nails lightly scratched Darvon’s scalp, and I felt those wonderful phantom fingers gliding across mine.

An explosion of pleasure surged between us when Darvon hollowed his cheeks and swallowed at the same moment I pushed as deep as I could into Flynn.

Briefly, I wondered if every time would be like this, but just as quickly, all thoughts were swept away in the spiraling tidal of ecstasy that crashed over us, flowing from Flynn.

It spun around us, ensnaring us, and none of us wanted to escape its draw.

Flynn cried out, grabbing my shoulders, one clawed hand sliding toward my heart.

Quickly, I placed my fingers on my mates, isolating my power, and as Flynn crested, cutting deep into my flesh, I shouted, “Mine!” My power surged down my arms, into my fingers.

Three points formed, then the lines linking them, just as we were linked together from now to the end of our time.

Once my power faded, I wrapped Darvon’s cock in a tight grip and stroked him base to tip in a rapid rhythm punctuated by my own staff jabbing quickly into Flynn.

Darvon swallowed Flynn’s cum before he knelt up, grabbing my hair tightly, slapping his other hand to my heart, kissing me hard as he exploded.

As his power sealed Flynn’s claim to my chest, branding me with his spiral mark, I tumbled headlong into release.

Darvon came again, his cum splashing on my body, and I’d never felt happier or dirtier, and prayed to any of the gods or goddesses listening for the joy I felt to never end.

Fate and circumstance had brought us to this moment, and they deserved praise and glory.

When a faint meow sounded from outside the bedroom door, I laughed. Damn cat. Damn Kat. I laughed harder, my body shaking with mirth as I fell from Flynn’s body to land between my mates. They rolled against my sides as I threw my arms around them.

Kat’s continuous plaintive meowing, however, didn’t let me linger in a post-coital glow.

I gave my mates each a kiss on their temples before sitting up and scooting to the end of the bed.

I wet a cloth from the pitcher of wash water and wiped myself down before tossing my tunic on, the drape long enough to hide my private bits.

When I unlocked and opened the door, Kat entered, sneezing in my general direction. I glanced at my mates, snuggled under the covers, and wanted to rejoin them, but I didn’t think Kat would have interrupted us unless it was important.

She jumped up on the arm of the small couch and sat, her tail curling around her feet as she stared first at Flynn and Darvon before nodding and then turning her violet gaze in my direction.

We must leave at first light.

The intensity I saw in her eyes stole the air from my lungs, and though I’d already suspected what she’d say, her words still froze me where I stood. Events were conspiring against us.

We needed to move… and move fast.