Caelian moaned, his whole body trembling.
Kane was reminded of the way Caelian had trembled when he’d bound the elfling to his bed. Of course, he’d been evil Kane in that moment, but there was no denying the obvious. Caelian had a thing for bondage, it seemed.
His smile grew, as did his cock—which was already rock hard. Unable to handle the ache his pants caused, he undid the button on his pants and lowered the zipper, letting his cock pop free. Kane stroked himself as he watched Ralnur graze the flogger over Caelian’s quivering body.
“You’re so beautiful,” Ralnur murmured huskily to Caelian.
Kane met the warlock’s eyes briefly—and he was shaken by how much want he saw there. Ralnur’s desire only added to his own. He felt his fangs descend some, the need to feed overwhelming him.
But he feared that, too. After the call of the bloodlust, he wasn’t sure he could bite either of them again—even if they claimed he could.
The flogger came down hard on Caelian’s ass, the slap of the leather strips pulling him from his maudlin thoughts. When the elfling moaned, it made Kane throb. His knees felt a little weak under him, the desire mounting. He moved to an oversized chair facing the bed and lowered himself before he fell to his knees.
Ralnur eyed him again before turning back to strike Caelian with the flogger. The warlock’s hand moved gracefully as he added a volley of hits, the fingers of the flogger dancing over Caelian’s pale flesh.
Kane’s eyelids lowered as Caelian’s moans filled the room. When he reopened them, he saw how masterfully Ralnur dominated their mate. The desire to see Ralnur submit rose in his veins, and he had to force himself to remain seated to let the show progress.
Releasing his cock, he knew if he stroked it much more he’d come—and he was nowhere near ready. He wanted to be deep inside Ralnur when he did, just as he’d already marked Caelian as his.
On the erotic show went on, driving him insane. Ralnur switched between strikes from the flogger to licks and kisses on the abused flesh. Seed streamed from the end of Caelian’s cock, his body trembling even more with need.
“Do you like that, Caelian?” Ralnur whispered roughly after a tempestuous torrent of blows.
“Yessss,” the elf hissed. “Harder,” he cried, wriggling against Ralnur’s hands.
Powerless to stop, Kane rose and walked across the space. He took the flogger from Ralnur and added a few strikes to Caelian’s perfectly pink bottom.
“Harder!” Caelian cried.
Kane gave in—but just a little. He wouldn’t harm Caelian, especially after their recent trials. And he feared pushing too close to the edge.
“Bite me,” Caelian murmured, the lust in his voice driving Kane insane.
“I can’t,” Kane said.
Caelian looked over his shoulder, a smile on his lips. “I was talking to Ralnur.”
The thought took Kane’s breath away. He stepped back as Ralnur slid closer. The warlock pushed between the post and Caelian, and he licked a hot path along the vein throbbing in the elf’s neck.
Kane watched wide-eyed. He needed to witness that bite as much as he needed those two men to be his.
Ralnur opened his mouth and his stare met Kane’s. His fangs descended as he lowered his head—and he sank them into Caelian’s neck. The elf moaned loudly, and again even louder seconds later when he came.
Kane trembled as he stood frozen, watching the intimate act.
Watching Ralnur feed was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
“You, too,” Caelian called out. “Kane… bite me.”
“I can’t,” Kane repeated.
“I need you,” Caelian murmured.
Kane battled the need within, fearful of hurting his mate. When Ralnur lifted his head and licked his lips, Kane was lost.
He felt his feet moving before he even realized he was. He pressed his chest against Caelian’s bare back. Lowering his head, he felt his fangs drop seconds before he bit the other side of Caelian’s neck.
The blood was sweet, rich, and warm as it ran down his throat. A growl rose from his chest, the flavor like heaven. Lifting Caelian some, he slid his hard cock between the elf’s ass cheeks, thrusting sensually as he drank.