Fallon followed him, rounding to his front as he dropped to his knees. “Perfect.
Don't talk. Just open your mouth.”
Centered on the hard, shiny cock waiting on him, Tersch leaned forward and took it in his mouth.
Fallon's sigh and the faint scent of mint, Fallon's telltale sign of arousal, increased his own. He moaned and took Fallon's huge shaft to the back of his throat, loving the musky scent of his need.
“Oh man, I'm not gonna last,” Fallon said on a breath and began fucking Tersch's mouth.
Then a light scent of cinnamon teased, and large hands cupped his ass while someone knelt behind him. Hayashi. “A nice, tight ass. I like his legs bound together by the pants.” Hayashi's cock prodded his anus, pushing and teasing, before he slid his thick shaft inside Tersch with ease. Hayashi clenched Tersch's hips tight and shuddered. “God, I love this.”
Full, Tersch allowed himself to be taken, glorying in the sense of communion as his friends strove to find fulfillment.
Jules stood next to him and murmured, “That's right. They come, but you don't.” His team leader gripped his long hair tight. Normally Tersch's blond hair barely reached his shoulders, but when he changed, it lightened almost to white and came to the small of his back.
“Oh fuck, I'm coming,” Fallon said on a breath.
“Fill him up,” Jules murmured.
Fallon groaned and spewed, the rush of seed hitting the back of Tersch's throat and filling his mouth. Tasting his fellow Circ, taking the essence of his teammates into his body, sated Tersch's strong need for acceptance.
Fallon pulled away before he'd finished coming, and Jules milked the rest of Fallon's cum from his shaft.
“So good,” Hayashi moaned and fucked him harder, the burn of his fat cock even better.
Tersch needed relief from his own aching sex, but he couldn't get there, not yet. Not enough pain, no push to shove his libido further over the crest into climax.
Hayashi shoved hard once more and came, sighing as he unloaded.
“Good.” Jules approved, and he let go of Fallon to embrace Hayashi. The sound of a kiss made Tersch clench that cock tight in his ass.
Hayashi hissed and raked Tersch's ass with his claws.
“Oh yeah,” Tersch rumbled, almost purring with delight.
“No, pull out, Kisho. I have a treat for our boy.” Jules's deep voice was husky with desire. “Stay close, you two,” he said to Fallon and Hayashi. “He's going to need more.”
Tersch didn't see if Fallon and Hayashi took his advice, because he was suddenly shoved over onto his back, his legs still captured by his trousers.
“That's nice.” Jules straddled his face, his hairless cock huge and flushed, his balls tight. “Now you're going to suck me until you gag, Viking. But first, you're going to apologize for disobeying orders.”
Tersch got off on the submission. They both knew he could defeat Jules in a hand-to-hand fight. But Jules's dominance was unquestioned. Tersch bowed to him, to the commander and savvy hunter who led Dawn Endeavor. Jules knew just how much pain he needed to be free of his cravings.
“I'm waiting,” Jules growled.
“I'm sorry, Jules. I won't do it again.” Not so obviously, at least.
“Open up.” Jules didn't treat him gently. He rammed his cock between Tersch's lips, literally gagging him as he fucked his mouth. Unlike Fallon, who'd slid in and out with a gradual rhythm, Jules pummeled hard, the hurt oh so good.
Tersch moaned around that cock, so needy, so painfully hard. Yet Jules didn't stop. He shoved down hard with his pelvis, nearly cutting off Tersch's airway as he sought release. Then claws, Hayashi's or Fallon's, gouged one of Tersch's shoulders, holding him down. The bite of pain was more than welcome.
Tersch felt a small spurt at his cock and knew he wouldn't last much longer.
One touch on his dick and he'd lose it.
“That's it. Take my cock to the back of that strong throat. Good boy.” Jules leaned back and ran his claws over the bloodied streaks in Tersch's shoulder. Then he let go to wrap his fingers in Tersch's hair. “Like gold. Like I'm fucking gold,” Jules growled as he shoved his cock deeper.
Tersch choked and grasped the back of Jules's ass for more. And then he felt a hot mouth around his own cock. Felt the press of fangs and a tongue over his shaft.
Thick fingers suddenly pressed at his already slick hole, and he fought to hold on.
“I come first,” Jules whispered and dug into his wounded shoulder, a satin promise of pain should Tersch disobey.
Tersch struggled to hold on while his entire body screamed at him to release.
A strangled groan, and Jules was coming into his mouth. The cum ran over Tersch's lips as he swallowed as fast as he was able.
“That's it,” Jules whispered and shafted his mouth a few more time. “Come for me, Gunnar. Now.”
Suction increased around Tersch's cock, and a third finger stretched his hole.
Fangs scraped his shaft, and he couldn't breathe, his mouth still hugging Jules's flesh before Jules pulled out and stood.
The explosion hit him, and he let out a hoarse yell.
His orgasm struck hard, and he came and came, writhing in ecstasy as one of them swallowed his cream. He felt jets of warm sperm hit his legs, his belly, and he blinked up to see Jules unloading more cum onto his chest while Fallon jacked off as well.
He could barely catch his breath as satisfaction consumed him.
Hayashi licked the last bit of seed from his cock and stood, his hand around his own erection that flagged, slick with moisture.
Tersch's eyes suddenly burned, a well of emotion drowning him from out of nowhere. So much pleasure, and all centered on him. He blinked rapidly to halt mortifying tears. “Thanks,” he said gruffly, too spent to move.
Jules leaned down and kissed him, the affectionate caress more than needed.
“You're mine.” He straightened. “All of you. Don't forget it.” Jules's low voice sounded threatening, but each of them smiled.
“Hard to forget with you ordering us around all the time,” Fallon teased.
“Yeah. Especially when you remind us like this.” Hayashi grinned, his gaze joyous. “And thanks. This is going to make Morgan nuts later. You wouldn't believe how creative he can get in bed if he thinks he's missed out on something with the team.”
Jules smiled. “I'll visit you two tomorrow night, after we get back. Wouldn't want your boy to feel left out.”
“I heard that,” Morgan yelled from the woods. “Cocksuckers.” Tersch snickered. Replete, exhausted, and finally able to tamp down all his aggression, he slowly made his way to his feet and pulled up his trousers. In the back of his mind, he couldn't help wondering what Ava would think of this, and how she'd feel under him.
His good mood left him, because he knew he'd never find out.
Ava Belle grimaced at the woman she'd spent a lifetime trying to please. Alicia Sharpe, currently known as an all-around ball breaker, had recently returned from a meeting in Washington and was smiling at something Olivia said. Don’t do it, Olivia. Don’t get suckered in by those soft brown eyes and feminine charm. That woman is a shark.
Her grandmother turned to wink at her, and Ava gritted her teeth.
Grandmother was an affectionate term for the woman several generations her senior. Hell, Ava's mother had called Alicia grandmother. None of the family really knew how old she was, only that she'd been around for a long time. Nothing about Alicia was normal; then again, Ava couldn't claim to be average on a good day.
She liked to think of her small frame as petite with curves, though her ass seemed to get more than its share of attention. Gunnar especially liked looking at it…when he wasn't avoiding her. She scowled, needing to unload her frustrations on the actual source of her bad mood.