Page 93 of Walking in Darkness

Hudson played at his entrance, and just as Kit thought he was going to lose his mind, Hudson’s finger slid in smoothly. He didn’t have time to tense. There was a slight burn as Hudson entered him, but it was quickly lost to pleasure. Hudson twisted his finger, hunting for his hot spot.

“Yeah, there, there!” Kit yelped when Hudson brushed against it.

Smiling, Hudson ruthlessly attacked Kit’s hot spot. His toes curled as Hudson finger-fucked him.

Hudson pulled his finger out, added more lube, then worked two in, scissoring them open. “Watching you give in to pleasure is a thing of beauty. You’re so tight, so hot. I’m going to make you scream.”

Kit ached to come. He knew it wouldn’t take much to make him shoot. He was right back on the thin edge of desperation, and this was absolutely insane.

Hudson entered him with another finger, and all Kit could focus on was the stretch and burn. Damn, but he liked that, liked the feeling of being opened.

“In me!” Kit begged. “Get in me.”

Boy, did his dragon move fast. One second Hudson’s fingers were in him, and the next they were gone. Kit yelped when Hudson suddenly tossed him onto his knees.

“What—”

Hudson lined up his cock, and Kit fought to relax as his mate pushed inside. Then Connie slid under him and wrapped his mouth around Kit’s cock.

Kit’s eyes crossed. The pressure was just right, on his cock and in his ass.

Once Hudson was finally in, he leaned over and rested his forehead on Kit’s back.

“So tight—going to wait for that to ease.”

“You just had to be hung like a horse, didn’t you?” Kit griped.

Connie laughed, and the vibration nearly undid Kit.

“D-don’t do that again, Connie. And dammit, Hudson, you’re fucking thick.” Kit wiggled, trying to get comfortable.

“By the flames, be still or this’ll be over before it begins.” Hudson kissed Kit’s back. “Okay, okay, there you go. I can feel you loosening.”

“Fuck, Connie is playing Hoover, so I need you to do something. I feel like I’m going to explode and I, ah…” Kit wiggled.

“Kit, stop!”

Huh. He turned his head and peered back at Hudson. His mate was sweating, and his teeth were clenched. The cords in his neck stood out. Someone was hanging on by the skin of his teeth. Then Kit looked down at Connie. He was pretty much in the same condition.

Kit kinda liked that. “Move. I need you tomove.”

“Thank fuck.” Hudson pulled out, then drove in again.

Kit groaned. Yeah, this was perfect.

Hudson pounded into him, and Connie sucked as if his life depended on it. Their tag-teaming him was driving him closer to the edge. Connie groaned and wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking fiercely.

“Gonna come,” Kit warned. He was right there.

One final hard push, and Hudson stiffened. He buried his cock inside Kit, unloading his seed deep. Kit came with a hoarse yell. Perfection. This was absolute perfection. The heat flooding him triggered his orgasm, and Connie groaned as he came too.

His mate froze behind him, grunting as his orgasm ended. Connie moved out from underneath Kit and collapsed next to him. Kit immediately rolled to the side and pulled Connie in close. Content, he snuggled in.

But as comfortable as Kit was, he really needed to take a shower. “Could I interest you two in joining me for a shower?”

Connie grunted.

Hudson laughed softly. “That was a yes. But before you get up, hold on a second.”

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