Page 8 of Unwrapping Chase

“But Chase,” they wheedled. “He should come with me.”

“Tam. Upstairs. Now.”

They sighed and vanished from my sight.

I told Nyx, “I wanted it. I wanted them. I still do.”

Nyx caught my chin again. “You would say anything right now to get filled and fucked within a breath of your life. You’re intoxicated on a natural stimulant that Tam’s gender produces. It keeps you in a heightened state of arousal. You would literally consent to anything at this moment, and that’s not true consent.”

I shook my head, my cock hard and needy. I wanted Tam inside of me. I wanted Nyx inside of me. I needed it. I was aching for more. I pressed closer to him, and Nyx didn’t resist me. He kept hold of my chin and slipped his finger back into my mouth. I groaned, sucking. He tasted so good. My tongue swirled and licked his finger while my hips bucked against him. I needed friction. I needed to come again. But that wouldn’t be enough. My hole clenched. I was so empty.

“Please forgive Tam. They truly want you, and it makes it harder for them not to claim you. That’s what mulkrakes do, claim, and Tam wants you badly. I’ve never seen them flood someone without permission. You must be something rather special.”

I moaned, and Nyx kept running his finger over my tongue. With wide eyes, I stared at him, silently begging him to take me, to use me.

“I had a request to make,” Nyx said, his finger moving along my tongue and teeth as if he was exploring my mouth. “But you’re not in a position to answer right now.”

Nodding, I agreed with him. My mouth was too full to properly talk, and I would much rather he fuck me. I humped one of his thick tentacles, relishing the friction on my needy cock. I moaned and picked up speed.

Never mind, I’d agree to whatever he wanted. Anything. As long as he filled my clenching hole. Eyes on his, I continued to silently beg him to do more. When Nyx didn’t, I reached between us to grasp my cock through my briefs, but he snagged my hand to stop my movements.

I mewled.

“No,” Nyx ordered, and I shivered, eyes closing. I needed to be told what to do, and he was wonderful at it. I wanted more orders.

“I suppose I shall have to ask you, even if you’re not in the right frame of mind.”

I returned to rubbing on Nyx.

“Tam needs a Christmas present. As I understand it, you humans give each other grand gifts or gestures of affection.”

That was more or less true.

“They want you.”

That made me pause even in my desperate arousal.

“Would you be Tam’s gift?”

four

How much?

I woke up with drool pooling in my palm. I blurrily blinked at the light streaming in through my small window, blinding me. I was back in my small bedroom at the B&B, with its single bed pressed against the wall and the tiny closet and dresser tucked in the corner.

What the actual fuck happened? I’d come back from hauling that massive tree that had nearly shattered my spine, then I’d helped the lollikrake couple to their cabin… and… Fuck. I’d gotten off with Tam. It had been amazing. Gods-like. Mind-blowing. The best I’d felt in, well, forever. Then Nyx… Oh, fuck, Nyx. He was exactly what I wanted: commanding, controlling, and with an edge of care I also required. Tam was as perfect as Nyx, too. They both were.

I wanted to be bossed around and dominated while also having someone to spoil and treasure. They were the perfectcombo of Daddy and lover that I desired. It was too good to be true.

The last thing I remembered was Nyx asking if I would be Tam’s Christmas present, to which I didn’t even have words for a response. It wasn’t that I had a problem with it. More like, I wanted to be both of theirs for the rest of my life, and I didn’t even know them. That feeling was ludicrous as well as foolish, even for my own romantic heart. I had no idea what was going on with this insta-love, cheesy Christmas tale shit, but I craved it. I shouldn’t, as I’d promised.

I had a good reason too. My last Daddy had fucked up my life to the point I doubted I would ever recover. Elijah was the reason I’d made my rules, and he was the reason I should stick to them.

Also, Tam and Nyx were the type who could shatter me beyond repair, so accepting Nyx’s proposal was averybad idea.

I forced my stiff body up and looked down. My cock was impossibly hard and pressing against the zipper of my jeans. It hurt, like, it actually ached. I needed relief, and I couldn’t wait a second longer. I swallowed, then shuffled my pants and briefs down to stroke my aching cock with a low groan.

Fuck, that was nice. The pressure and friction of my hand was the perfect mix of pain and pleasure, and I was desperate. Utterly. Without skill, I pumped my shaft as fast as possible while thoughts of Tam and Nyx played through my mind’s eye. I wanted them here, right now. I wanted Tam beneath me while Nyx ordered me to please his partner, ordered me to go faster or slower or harder, all before he plunged deep inside of me and filled me with his cum and called me his good boy.