Page 97 of Transfiguration
Sam held him for a minute, strength unbreakable, keeping him in place before he slammed forward, driving himself to the hilt. Sam wasn’t as large as Con was, but Luca gasped at the stretch. It was like a first time all over again, but Sam pushed himself deep, pressing Luca into the door, face nestled into the back of Luca’s shoulder, dancing small kisses along his flesh, arms wrapped around Luca like a vise. “Give yourself a minute to adjust.”
“I like pain,” Luca grumbled, thinking that if he could feel Sam’s release inside, everything would be okay, even though they were both vampires now. Sam would still love him, need him, and want him. His body clamped hard around Sam’s cock, like his ass wanted to pull it deep and milk him dry, but Luca struggled for his normal control. He worried he was too tight and hurting Sam. “You okay?” Luca breathed.
“Yep,” Sam said, lips on Luca’s shoulder.
Luca felt a nip of Sam’s teeth again and sucked in a breath. “Please.”
“Can’t feed on you,” Sam said.
“Okay. Bite me anyway.”
Sam pressed his teeth into Luca’s shoulder. A slow burn of pain and a sharp bite a second later, just barely hard enough to break skin. Luca growled, a touch of the other rising in him, a trickle of red, but his body loosened a little, Sam’s cock digging deeper, when Luca didn’t think that was possible. It was divine. Luca could feel Sam’s heartbeat against his back, knew it was the blood they had shared and his own heart matched the pace. He turned his head and caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Con sitting up on the bed.
“Don’t mind me,” Con said. “Enjoying the view.”
Luca made a filthy noise as Sam pressed him to the door, spread his cheeks apart, and circled his hips. “Holy fuck,” Luca said, barely able to breathe. He couldn’t recall how long it had been since he’d been this tight and sensitive. He could feel the faint beat of Sam’s heartbeat through the dick in his ass. “It’s going to be like this after every time I go to ground?” Luca wondered in awe.
Sam smacked his ass with enough weight to make his cheek sting and cause a ripple of muscle contractions that had Luca’s body gripping Sam’s dick. “Yes,” Sam agreed.
“Wonder how many times we can make him come,” Con said.
Luca watched as Con slid back on the bed, lying down, and spread his legs. Con’s cock was a thing of beauty. Luca salivated, wanting to taste it, ride it, have himself spit roasted between them, and slide himself into Con’s heat. Would Con be too warm now?
Sam tossed the bottle of lube over. Con caught it, squirted it into his hands and took his cock between them, slicking himself, and rubbing the lube all over his balls and down beneath to his tight hole. Luca knew that hole intimately and felt his breath catch as Con slid a slicked finger inside.
“Fuck,” Luca said. He had to grip his dick and squeeze to keep from coming.
Sam spun him around, guiding him toward the bed, and Con moved down to the end, legs spread, even as he fucked himself with his fingers, stretching himself to prepare. Sam shoved Luca over the edge of the bed, forcing one of Luca’s knees up on the side to give himself better leverage.
“I’m not going to last,” Luca apologized as Con lined himself up to receive Luca’s throbbing cock in the rippling surge that would soon be whatever rhythm Sam set, and Sam could either be slow and sweet, or more likely fast and demanding. Not that Luca ever minded. He’d bounce between them, enjoying every sensation until he came apart and spurted every drop of come he’d ever created in his life.
Con reached up and gripped Luca’s hair, forcing him down until their lips met.
“Teeth,” Luca warned a half second before Con devoured his mouth in a wide-open kiss full of tongue. Con was careful. Years of practice kissing Sam, Luca suspected. He sucked on Luca’s tongue and licked Luca’s lower lip, catching it with his own. Con ran a slick hand over Luca’s cock, adjusting the angle until Luca could feel the tip of himself pressed to Con’s tight channel opening.
Sam kept a tight grip on Luca’s hips, not letting Luca set a pace or move at all. Luca squirmed, needing friction in his ass or to be buried in Con or both and everything all at once, but Sam eased him forward until the tip of Luca’s cock breached Con’s entrance, then paused. The heat of Con a thousand times that of Sam. Luca hadn’t noticed much of a difference before, but now Con was too hot. Luca wanted to surge forward, drive himself deep into that gripping warmth.
“Fuck,” Luca groaned as Sam held him back, and teeth dug into his shoulder to keep him from struggling.
“You don’t know your own strength yet,” Sam reminded him. He licked at the tiny drops of blood he’d drawn.
“I need…” Luca said, unable to finish as Sam shoved them both forward until Luca was completely encased in Con’s hot body. Luca sprawled across Con, his dick feeling plugged into a wire of electricity, heat, and power. His eyes fluttered. “Holy fuck,” he muttered again, unable to find anything coherent to say.
Con captured Luca’s mouth in a kiss again, so careful, while Sam set a rhythm. Luca was glad they were in control, because he didn’t think he had any left. In a handful of thrusts within Con, Sam sliding between Luca’s cheeks, Luca came, spurting over and over, his heart racing, but neither of them released him. They wrapped him up as if he were the most precious thing in the world, and Luca felt it was okay to let himself go. They continued to move, and Luca let himself bounce between them, the pleasure building over and over. He felt weightless, used, and divine as his body sang with a thousand nerves firing.
Sam pressed them both into the bed over Con, until Sam could reach Con and the two of them kissed, and open-mouthed duel of tongues and Luca admired while trapped between them, body singing as Sam kept their rhythm, slamming Luca into Con, and digging deep into Luca’s ass. Luca’s eyelids fluttered again as Con’s body tightened around him, a warning of coming release.
He longed to bite, and drink deep from Con. The man smelled like heaven. But Sam wrapped a firm hand around Luca’s throat, holding him back, even as Con turned his head to bare his neck for Sam. Luca felt a surge of jealousy in those few seconds when Sam slid his fangs into Con’s throat and swallowed twice, then pulled away, offering a kiss to Luca, and a mouthful of Con’s blood.
Luca swallowed and exploded all over again. His body orgasming and everything spun in a wild circle of magic, energy, blood, and sex. He was glad Sam held him tight in an immovable grip as he worried he’d fall out of himself and into oblivion. It was too much and not enough all at once. He finally came down, a slow descent in which he realized his eyes were open the whole time, staring into Con’s face, colors as bright as rainbows outlining the way the bonds wrapped around them. Sam still nestled deep within, and Luca’s cock gripped firmly in Con’s body. They lay together, breathing hard, but all unwilling to separate.
“Fuck,” Con grumbled.
“That a good fuck or a bad fuck?” Luca asked.
“Good,” Con said. He caught Luca’s lips in a kiss again, then reached back to pet Sam’s head where he lay sprawled over Luca’s shoulder. He didn’t complain at all about being squashed. “I love you.” And Luca knew the words were directed at both of them. He could feel it through their bond, a blast of wind wrapping them up like a hug, keeping them close.
Sam groaned, but rolled them all to the side, not pulling out, but giving them all some breathing room. “Five-minute break.”