Page 72 of The Maestro's Mates
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Pavel!” His hips twitched and snapped as Pavel milked his dick, his lips tightening into a vice, unwilling to lose a single drop. His body shook as Pavel refused to stop, still sucking and humming. The fine hairs of Pavel’s beard were like feather dusters running across Justin’s balls.
The vampire shuddered and pulled away, collapsing onto the bed. Pavel wrapped an arm around Justin’s waist and pulled him down in one strong motion, sliding Justin under his left arm even as Sebastian fucked him harder.
Sebastian pushed Pavel’s knees back, thrusting deeper as he leaned forward, almost horizontal. All three of their faces were close together as the witch chased his release.
“You’re so good for me,” Sebastian croaked. “So tight.”
Pavel no longer had words to answer, wrapping his legs around Sebastian’s waist and encouraging him to go deeper. Justin slipped a hand up to Pavel’s nipple, tugging at it gently and delighting in the desperate grunts pouring from Pavel’s mouth.
With his head tucked into Pavel’s neck, Justin was soon overwhelmed by the sounds, not only of Pavel and Sebastian’s moans of pleasure, but of the blood rushing through their carotid arteries. It called to him like the ocean calls to a sailor.
Sebastian must have seen his desire, because as he sped up and chased his pleasure, he issued a single command.
“Now.”
Without pausing, Justin sank his fangs into Pavel’s throat. The sweet taste of honey hit his tongue as a second orgasm hit. Pavel roared, and the arm resting on Pavel’s chest was hit with the gargoyle’s wet release.
Justin licked at the bite mark, encouraging it to close, as Sebastian cried out. “Fuck, I’m coming!”
With a deft movement, Justin lifted his head up just far enough to gain access to Sebastian’s neck and lunged, biting his second mate as he had his first.
More delicious blood and more crying out as Sebastian shook and sobbed with pleasure.
“I… How the fuck…”
Justin smiled into the wound as he delighted in Sebastian’s brain going offline. The witch slid out of Pavel’s ass and collapsed down on top of them, his neck sliding away from Justin, whose tongue swirled around the bite.
“Justin. That was amazing.” Pavel had recovered enough to speak. “Both of you. I’ve never…”
Not bothering to respond, Justin swiped his wrist across a fang and brought the cut, dripping crimson-red blood, up to Pavel’s mouth. By now, Pavel had opened his eyes and regained his sanity a bit. His lips were stained red as they sucking gently at the wound.
As Justin pulled his wrist away, Pavel sighed with its departure.
“I never thought it would taste likethat,” he said. “It’s amazing.”
Smiling, Justin brought his wrist to Sebastian’s lips. “The blood of your mate is the most wonderful taste in the world. To me, it’s honey and warm spices.”
Sebastian hummed into Justin’s wrist as he swalloweddown the vampire’s gift. In Justin’s chest, something clicked as the mating bond snapped into place. Emotions poured into him, his mates’ emotions, and he could feel their care for him, as well as their lust and their happiness. Justin looked away shyly as the warmth rushed to his face.
“Do you…do you really feel that way?” he asked.
Instead of replying, Pavel’s hand found the nape of his neck and pulled him in for a long, deep, soul-searing kiss. As he did, Justin felt Sebastian’s soft lips on his ear.
“My sweet vampire, how could you believe we didn’t? You are perfect.”
Justin broke off the kiss to catch a breath, and it was as if every nerve in his body was alive and had electricity running through it. He was beaming. It wasn’t only the words and the kiss, but also the affection cresting from all directions, a fully physical sensation of being adored.
“I’m going to shift now.” Pavel sat up, keeping Justin and Sebastian gripped in his arms as he did so. “Okay?”
There was a vulnerability to the question Justin didn’t like. Did Pavel think he needed to ask their permission?
“You are our mate. All of you,” Justin said, running his hand through Pavel’s beard. Sebastian hummed in agreement. Justin hoped the gargoyle was experiencing their feelings for him as he had, but he wasn’t sure. They had not completed the mating bond in the gargoyle way.
Actually, Pavel had been pretty vague about what that entailed.
Strong arms grew even more muscular as any hair faded away and skin turned gray. Pavel’s grip on them intensified, and his visage grew more monstrous as the wings unfolded from his back. Strangely, though, Justin didn’t findhis face ugly. It was just another aspect of this man he felt so deeply for.
The huge, batlike wings stretched up and enveloped them, creating an odd dome. The texture of the wings was like the softest leather.
