Page 70 of Soulmates
And in not very much time, David is aroused.
His lips are pressed to my skin, right near the notch at the base of my throat. His fingertips find one of my nipples and start flicking and pinching. I was already hard, and now my cock is ready to slice right through my jeans.
Leaving off my nipple, David reaches back for one of Connor’s hands, tugging it in between us. He’s licking my skin while he flattens Connor’s hand against his belly. Connor and I lock gazes. His expression is reserved, tentative, but ever since that night at the club, I’ve known David has a threesome kink. “Come here,” I whisper, and Connor scoots even closer.
“Yeah,” David sighs. “It helps.”
Cupping my face, David steers me in for a kiss. His lips are soft, but the kiss has taken on an edge of urgency. He demands access, pushing in with his tongue as soon as I part my lips. His taste is salty and familiar, and even better, Connor’s warm whiskey scent underlays David’s. I could keep kissing him forever, but I don’t. I break the kiss, tilting my head so I can whisper in his ear. “Don’t forget Connor.”
Something flashes across David’s face, some combination of lust and gratitude, and he rocks against Connor’s chest. “Come here,” he murmurs, getting a hand around Connor’s neck.
Uncertain of my own response, I try to withhold judgment. Their lips meet, and Connor gives a little gasp. He reaches around David, and his knuckles brush against me.
This.Having Connor close enough to touch almost drives me wild. The passion and care he’s showing David is beautiful, and when they end the kiss, David’s soft chuckle gives me another layer of assurance.
Bending down, I give David’s neck a lick, then latch on and suckle. My incisors are sheathed; he can’t afford to lose any blood and neither can Connor. I’m hungry, but not so starved that I can’t control myself.
I’m working on giving David a hickey, and he and Connor kiss again, longer and deeper than before. They end with a gasp, and Connor puts his hand on my arm. “Look.” His voice is gratifyingly strained. “I think I know the answer, but I won’t be able to relax until I ask. Are you okay with the three of us being together?”
David nips his chin. “You guys are healing me. Without you two”—his eyes widen, like he’s standing at the edge of a precipice—“it would be bad.”
Bad enough he might not survive. Somewhere along the way I’d learned lone wolves, even those who cut themselves off voluntarily, often commit suicide, unable to withstand the unnatural loneliness. David was slight enough that I could reach over him and take Connor around the waist, holding David even tighter.
“What do you want, puppy?”
“Mmm.” He shifts so he’s lying on his back between us. “I said I wanted a man in every orifice, right?”
Connor’s eyebrows rise. “Every orifice?”
“Yes.” He reaches for Connor’s cock. “Feels like you’re hung like a phouka, too.”
Rubbing the side of his head, Connor gives David a rueful look. “You keep saying that, but it still isn’t true.”
But David wouldn’t have made something like that up out of whole cloth. Later I’ll have to remember whether phoukas can see auras, but right now, my hands are—literally—full. It’s more entertaining to figure out how three men can fit together when two of them are injured.
And I really want to kiss Connor.
“Here.” I sit up, pulling David with me. “Let’s get his jeans off.”
The two of us go to work on Connor, who helps as much as he’s able. His right knee is swollen all to hell, ringed with purple and green bruises. I take charge of pulling his jeans off, leaving David to distract him with another blazing kiss. Then, while I slide out of my jeans, David crawls down between Connor’s legs.
“I’m guessing this is where you want me.”
I’m not sure if he’s asking me or Connor, but it doesn’t matter. “Yeah.”
The two of them take my breath away. David’s pale hair and tan skin is gorgeous against Connor’s auburn and cream. After giving me a wink, David bends forward, laving Connor’s belly with kisses, making his slow, deliberate way to Connor’s cock.
On his knees and bent forward, David’s giving me a beautiful view of his ass, round and proud. With light fingers, I stroke his hips, his flanks, every so often running down his crack and brushing a fingertip over his hole.
He groans, or maybe it’s Connor. I glance up, and my ex’s gaze is locked on me. He’s flushed, his curls going wild. The tip of his tongue runs along his upper lip, almost hidden by his mustache. I could easily lean over David for a kiss, and I want to, but…
I don’t. Not yet.
Leaving them to it, I crawl across the bed. I’ve got lube in my bag—I hope—and from the happy noises behind me, I have a minute to find it.
I’m fishing for the tube when David nudges my ass with his toe. “Get back over here, Traj.”
He sounds plaintive, needy, and as much as I want Connor to enjoy himself, I’m pleased that David wants me, too. Armed with lube, I clamber back over to them.
