Page 122 of Claim of Blood
Adam shifted their positions, guiding Leo until he straddled Lander fully. The movement brought their arousals together, hot and hard. Lander wrapped his fingers around them both, feeling Leo’s pulse throb against his own.
“Perfect,” Adam murmured, his voice a low rumble as he moved to kneel behind them.
The nightstand drawer scraped open. Lander watched Leo’s face as the snap of the bottle cap echoed in the quiet room. Leo’s breath hitched, anticipation written across his features. When Adam’s slick fingers disappeared behind him, Leo’s eyes fluttered closed, lips parting in a silent gasp.
“You’re beautiful like this,” Adam told Leo, his free hand stroking down the hunter’s spine. “So responsive.”
Lander felt Leo tremble above him as Adam worked him open. Sweat beaded on Leo’s forehead, his muscles tensing and relaxing with each careful movement of Adam’s fingers.
“Keep him distracted,” Adam ordered Lander, voice rough with desire.
Lander tightened his grip, stroking slowly. The friction pulled a moan from Leo’s throat, his hips jerking forward instinctively.
“That’s it,” Lander encouraged, surprised by his own need to participate, to be part of this.
“He’s ready for me,” Adam said, eyes meeting Lander’s over Leo’s shoulder. “Watch his face when I take him.”
Leo’s fingers dug into Lander’s shoulders, his breathing shallow with anticipation. When Adam pushed forward, Leo’s entire body tensed. His mouth fell open, a broken sound escaping as Adam filled him completely.
“So big,” Leo gasped, his body trembling with the effort to adjust.
Adam held still, giving Leo time to adapt. His hands gripped Leo’s hips, fingers pressing into the soft skin hard enough to leave marks. “Feel how he takes me,” Adam told Lander. “This is what complete yielding looks like.”
When Adam began to move, Leo’s body rocked with each thrust. The motion created a rhythm that Lander felt in his hand, still wrapped around them both. Every reaction in Leo’s body transmitted through touch—the tightening of his thighs, the shudder that ran through him when Adam hit just the right spot.
“Faster,” Leo begged, his voice cracking. “Please, Adam.”
Adam complied, his pace increasing—hips slamming into Leo with wet, obscene sounds that echoed in the quiet room. The bed rocked beneath them, rhythmic and relentless, each thrust punctuated by the slap of skin on skin. Leo’s mouth hung open, eyes half-lidded, every breath a gasp as Adam fucked him deep and steady, stretching him around the thick length driving into his ass.
Lander felt everything—Leo’s cock twitching in his palm, the tremors in his thighs, the way his whole body tightened every time Adam bottomed out with a low, guttural grunt. The slickheat of it. The rhythm of it. The intimacy of it. It was raw and stunning and real.
Leo’s hands scrambled at Lander’s shoulders, trying to ground himself, but every thrust undid him again. His voice broke on a moan. “Fuck—Adam—deeper—please—”
“You hear that?” Adam growled, his voice ragged. “He wants it harder.”
Then he gave it to him.
Leo cried out, the sound halfway between a sob and a scream as Adam slammed into him with brutal precision. The angle shifted—more direct, devastating—and Leo’s whole body convulsed.
“Tell him,” Adam ordered Leo, his voice strained with effort. “Tell Lander how it feels.”
Leo’s eyes fluttered open, wide and dark with need, locking onto Lander’s. His voice trembled as he tried to speak, but Adam slammed into him again—hard and deep. The sound was slick, filthy, the rhythm brutal. Leo’s body jolted with every thrust, his muscles tightening around the cock stretching him open.
“Like I’m whole,” he gasped, the words ripped from him. “Like everything—”
Adam drove deeper, hips snapping forward with relentless force.
“—everything makes sense.”
Lander’s breath caught. The scene seared itself into his memory—not just the sight of Leo’s blissed-out expression or the wet sounds of sex—but the phantom echo it stirred in his own body. His healing had erased every bruise, every ache… but not the memory. His ass wasn’t sore anymore, but it remembered—the stretch, the burn, the helpless pleasure of being filled by Adam’s cock. The echo of it pulsed low in his spine, unbidden and undeniable.
He knew exactly what Leo was feeling.
And gods help him, he wanted it again.
Adam leaned forward, his chest pressing to Leo’s back. His teeth scraped along the side of Leo’s neck, finding the pulse point. Leo shivered in anticipation.
“Yes,” Leo breathed. “Please.”
