Earning Their Mate's Trust [Half-Demon Mates 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) Read online

  Damon shuddered. Neither of them could wait for more, so instead of teasing, he took Damon’s cock deep into his mouth. It was like heaven gliding between his lips. He bobbed his head up and down, savoring the salty goodness.

  Jessie stirred. Michael’s eyes zoomed onto their sleeping mate.

  “Let him watch,” Damon ordered, but it didn’t matter. Jessie still slept, but he groaned as images filled him of riding Damon’s cock with Jessie stroking his cock. He sucked harder. His mate pulled him up and into a kiss, the taste of Damon lingering between them.

  Michael reached for Damon’s pants pooled on the floor beneath them. His mate always carried lube and tonight he hadn’t let them down. With super speed, Damon ripped the bottle from his hand. That’s when he knew tonight would be hard and fast. He shivered with anticipation.

  Michael pushed fingers into his ass and started to stretch to accommodate Damon’s impressive length. His mate’s large hand slid up and down his cock, mixing the lube with pre-cum. Damon looked at him, silently demanding complete obedience. Michael smirked and turned around. Hands pushed him against the wooden floor. He reached out to keep his body from slamming into the ground. Damon wasted no time thrusting deep inside of him. With one hard push, balls pressed against his ass.

  “Anxious?” he asked, relishing the burning heat stretching him.

  Damon’s energy filled him. Michael hissed as his mate’s hips pulled back and then slammed deep inside. He was right. It wasn’t going to be gentle, but that wasn’t a surprise. Both of them liked it rough. Still Damon proceeded with caution, fully aware that he hadn’t loosened him enough.

  “Harder,” he demanded. Damon needed to give him the hard pounding Michael craved.

  Damon leaned closer. His cock pressed deep in his ass. “I’ll move when I’m ready.”

  Slowly he moved in and out.

  Michael liked to play this game. The game to see how long it would take him to get Damon to lose control. During the day, Damon was never flustered, but being deep inside of him, his mate always wanted more. He wanted to reach around and touch Damon, but he didn’t dare move his hands. Instead, he squeezed down on the slowly moving cock.

  “I’m not satisfied,” he teased, and that did it. Hips slammed into him with the power and force of a bull. Over and over again their hips pounded together and the sound of flesh hitting together filled the room. He hoped Jessie stayed asleep. This would be too much for the innocent’s eyes, but one day, he’d be in Michael’s place, taking Damon’s cock and loving every inch of it.

  Neither of them liked to cuddle. He groaned as fingers grabbed his waist, holding him steady. Then Damon moved with inhuman speed, thrusting in and out. He threw his head back. Damon nibbled on his neck, but his mate wasn’t done playing with his body.

  He cried out when balls pressed against his ass, staying deep inside of him. He squirmed, trying to get Damon to move, and the cock slipped from his ass. He was turned onto his back and pressed against the wood floor. Damon slipped between his spread legs and thrust into him. He wrapped his hands around Damon’s neck and met each thrust with his hips.

  “I love your ass.”

  Michael smirked. “I love your cock.”

  “Ah mate, you say the sweetest things.”

  He grabbed onto Damon’s dark hair. “Less talking more fucking.” Michael didn’t like distractions while his ass was being pounded. No, he liked to feel, not think. They had that in common. They talked very little during sex.

  Soon the fire in his belly started to build. Damon squeezed his cock tight and slammed his hips a few more times, hitting his pleasure spot over and over again. He threw his head back as Damon’s warm seed coated his inside. But they weren’t done.

  Damon pulled out of him. Michael turned his mate around, pushing fingers into him. Damon hissed, handing him the lube. He rubbed it on his hard cock and thrust into his mate. Heat wrapped around his cock. He pounded hard and fast as all control slipped from him.

  “Faster,” Damon said with a hiss.

  “Not so fast. I’m going to enjoy your ass.”

  Slowly he took his mate to the limit. Pouring his hopes and fears into each thrust. Damon turned his head and they kissed. Love lingered between them. Then he reached his limit, filling his mate with his warmth.

  They lay in each other’s arms for the first time in months. Often they pulled away after fucking, but something had changed. Jessie stirred in his sleep, but never woke. Michael pushed back Damon’s hair, unable to voice his fears. Damon grabbed his hand.

  “We almost lost him before we found him.”

  Michael nodded. “Without him the darkness will consume us.” That said it all. Without their third mate Damon would never bask in the light and Michael would always feel a piece missing from his soul.

  They nestled on the floor watching the soft, gentle movement of Jessie’s chest. Michael licked his lips in anticipation. Soon their third mate would lie between them, share their bed, and ride their cocks.

  Chapter Three

  The sun warmed Jessie’s skin. Limbs felt heavy, but heat engulfed and protected him, an unknown in his dark lonely world. The ground pressed into his back like sharp needles. Did he fall asleep on the floor? Where was his bed?

  He closed his eyes and let other senses take over. The smell of dirt and dust mixed with pinecones and something erotic. He focused on the delicious musky scent of sex. He groaned at the thought of cleaning up after another wet dream.

  Memories pushed through the haze. He remembered men chasing him, guns pointed at his head, and being engulfed in a warm, protective shield. Heat still surrounded him, pinning his arms at his side.

  A large muscular chest dusted with brown hair met his eyes. He gulped. Was this a dream? It had to be. Last night, Michael transformed from a wolf into a man, but he recognized the sinfully delicious chest.

  A hand rubbed against his left arm. Even before he turned, Jessie knew that Damon lay on his other side. He was expecting to peer into ice-blue eyes, but instead stared at closed eyes. The image burned into his mind. He would never forget jet-black hair falling across Damon’s sleeping face, the dark stubble of a day’s growth of hair across his chin. Jessie swallowed. He closed his eyes, relishing the feel of being sandwiched between the strong sexy men. His eyes shot open, remembering a similar offer inside of a dream.

  He needed to get away before things moved too fast. He tried to free himself, sliding his butt across rough material. His eyes widened as his leg confirmed the suspicion he tried to ignore. Not only was he lying between two hot guys that often invaded his sex-filled dreams, but he was naked.

  Pictures flashed in his mind and suddenly his life became a long slideshow. Michael and Damon saving him, Michael changing from a wolf to a man, and then Michael lifting him up like he weighed nothing. Warmth engulfed him. Then Damon’s icy-blue eyes filled with anger that had surprised both men. Snippets of dreams flew through his mind of things that hadn’t happened, his hands playing with Damon’s nipple, pulling Michael’s lips into a kiss. He was on sensory overload. His heart thumped as nerve endings sizzled to life. He bit down on his lip and closed his eyes. He needed to put distance between him and the naked bodies pressed into him before he spread his legs and invited the men inside. That’s all he needed was to turn into a whore that rode two men at the same time. He tried to slip from their bodies, but his hands rubbed against two erect cocks. Jessie squeezed his knees together.

  A hand slid down his cheek. He looked into Michael’s glowing yellow eyes that held a mixture of animal lust and raw desire. He shivered under the heat-filled gaze. His mind might want to deny this, but his body knew the truth. Another hand reached for Jessie’s cock, rubbing it to life. Jessie swallowed. The hand squeezed both balls, playing and tugging at one of his most sensitive parts. He looked at Damon’s amused smile. Then the other man moved closer and placed their lips together.

  Damon tasted of freshness and life. Their tongues caressed each oth
er and then the kiss deepened, demanding surrender. Damon pulled away and Jessie tried to follow, but then Michael moved in. His tongue pushed in and caressed the inside of his mouth. He tugged on Jessie’s bottom lip, sucking it in between his teeth.

  Hands pulled the blanket off their bodies and the three of them lay exposed. The room’s brisk temperature cooled his heated flesh, but he still simmered. Jessie sat up and rested on his knees. He looked down the other men’s bodies and focused on their hard cocks. He studied their shafts. Damon’s cock was long and thick and leaked pre-cum. Michael’s cock wasn’t as long, but had a wider girth. He’d never seen such perfection. His fingers itched to touch, but he couldn’t move, afraid it was a dream and terrified it might be real. It couldn’t go any further. Jessie wanted a relationship. He wanted to build a home with someone. These men were dangerous. They wanted his body, but never offered their hearts.

  “I can’t,” he said before a moan escaped.

  “Of course you can,” Damon said in a seductive tone.

  “Let us in,” Michael coaxed.

  He shook his head. It wasn’t possible. “Please, I’m not ready.” His voice struggled to regain control, but he sounded like a man ready to cry. Before they thought any worse of him, he added, “I’ve never done anything like this. I can’t start by fucking two men. That’s not right.”

  “A virgin,” Michael said.

  “Don’t let that bother you. In a few weeks, you’ll be an expert at riding our cocks and driving into us.”

  Damon had a way with words, but missed the point. Jessie wasn’t worried about that. He wanted to be in a relationship, but his overactive imagination took over. He was on Damon’s lap with a cock filling his hole as he bounced up and down. His mouth wrapped around Michael’s cock. He closed his eyes and emptied his mind.

  Damon’s lips pressed to his neck. “Let go.” Gentle kisses rained down. “Let us touch you.”

  “No,” Jessie protested. “It’s not right. I want more than a hard fuck. I want a relationship.” There, he said it. If that didn’t chase these men away, then nothing would.

  Michael opened in mouth, about to say something, but Jessie steeled his resolve. He wouldn’t be seduced, so before he said the seductive words, Jessie cut him off.

  “I want forever. I’m not into casual sex.” They wanted different things and even if it felt good, Jessie wasn’t going to sacrifice his dream for days, maybe weeks, of fucking.

  Damon and Michael exchanged a secret look. Then Damon leaned closer. His strong fingers danced across his skin. “We’re not into casual sex either,” he promised.

  The voice sounded sincere, but he wanted to be sure. They’d known each other for less than twenty-four hours.

  Damon nuzzled his neck. “Then no penetration. Let us touch you.”

  He opened his mouth to object, but Michael pressed a finger to his lips. “You’re painfully hard. No fucking, just touching.” Fingers wrapped around his cock and moved up and down his length. “We won’t fuck you until you ask. Let us love you.”

  He cried out when Michael moved down his body. His lips hovered above his cock. A tongue lapped at the tip, but he waited. Damon’s hand rubbed at his nipple.

  Jessie nodded, unable to deny the pleasure any longer. This is what he wanted.

  “We can’t hear you,” Damon said.

  “Okay, but no fucking.” Both of their eyes filled with lust.

  Warmth engulfed his cock, sucking in the entire length. He grabbed onto Michael’s hair, desperate to hold on for dear life. In all of his life, he’d never felt so alive.

  A cock pressed to his mouth. He looked into Damon’s eyes and licked his lips. He lifted his head and opened his mouth. He pushed his tongue out. It darted over Damon’s heat, savoring the taste.

  “Open wider,” Damon instructed.

  He opened more and moved forward, taking the hard length into his mouth.

  “Slowly, feel it.”

  Jessie’s movement started slow as he bobbed his head up and down. The heat and hardness only turned him on more. When his lips rested on the tip, he sucked and teased. His movements were slow, clumsy and uncoordinated, but Damon didn’t seem to mind. He gently rubbed down Jessie’s back as slurping sounds filled the room.

  Damon wrapped fingers around strands of his hair, guiding Jessie’s head down, helping him find the perfect rhythm and pace. Now, he bobbed up and down, slurping and enjoying the taste of his first cock. The room filled with sounds of passion. The cock jerked in his mouth. Damon pulled Jessie’s mouth from him. Instantly, he missed the heat. He looked at Damon with confusion and hurt.

  His heart nearly skipped a beat. Damon rubbed at his cock, hard and fast. Then he threw his head back and cum flew onto Jessie’s chest and neck, missing his mouth by inches. Jessie reached down and rubbed the sticky substance. He lifted it to his mouth and tasted Damon’s essence. It was all man. Both men now stared at him with an intensity that he found both scary and thrilling.

  “You’re a natural,” Damon said, rubbing his seed on Jessie’s body.

  Jessie smiled at the compliment. Joy filled him at pleasing the other man, but he needed more.

  Michael bobbed his head up and down. Jessie whimpered and pleaded. He tried to pull Michael up. When he realized that Jessie wanted him to stop, Michael did.

  “I want to suck your cock,” he confessed. He bit his lower lip, nervously awaiting the other man’s response.

  Damon helped Jessie to his knees. He crawled over Michael’s body, getting a close look at every inch of naked flesh. He bent down and took the cock into his mouth. Like Damon’s it was too big to suck the whole thing at once, but he tried, drawing Michael deeper into him. He wasn’t gagging like he’d almost done with the other man. Soon he’d be a pro at this. He shivered, not sure if he really wanted to be a cock-sucking expert. He refocused on his task. His head bobbed up and down, taking in as much of Michael as he could.

  Michael repositioned his hips and thrust into his mouth, pushing his cock further back. Jessie looked into warm brown eyes. Damon’s hand rubbed at his stomach and moved downward. His fingers wrapped around Jessie’s hard shaft.

  He knew that both of these men wanted more from him, but this was all he could give. It would be so easy to beg and let them devour every inch of him.

  “Do you like the taste of a hard cock?” Michael asked.

  Jessie moaned, but before he could answer, a hand pressed between the creases of his ass. Jessie tensed. A finger rubbed at the sensitive hole, teasing and stimulating.

  “Don’t worry. No penetration,” Damon said.

  Jessie let the relief flood over him. He trusted Damon to keep his promise. His mouth continued to suck Michael’s cock like his life depended on it.

  Damon rubbed his backside while his mouth sucked on Jessie’s cock. He pulled off of his cock and nibbled at Jessie’s balls. He hissed. His knees wobbled, but both men continued their assault. He wouldn’t last much longer. Maybe next time he’d try sucking balls, too. Maybe next time, his mind taunted. He was already planning another night in bed with these two men.

  Michael tried to pull his head free, but Jessie refused to let go. Instead, he worked the man with his tongue ready and waiting to taste and swallow him. Soon his mouth filled with warm cum. He couldn’t keep it in. It dribbled down his lips and chin. He moaned and felt his own seed leaving his body. His knees gave out and Damon helped him onto his side. He lay there, unable to move, taking in deep breaths.

  * * * *

  Damon watched as a sated smile formed on Michael’s face. They both turned and stared at Jessie’s cum-soaked lips. He leaned forward and pressed their lips together, tasting Michael on Jessie. He pulled away. His eyes trailed down Jessie’s chest to his spent cock.

  Jessie’s flushed skin and heavy breathing couldn’t be denied. His mind might try but Jessie’s body knew what it wanted. Damon reached through their bond and spoke to Michael. He wants to be fucked.

  Michael n
odded. He’s not ready to admit it, but his body is burning for more.

  Not ready. It didn’t make sense, but things like that often confused him. Michael wanted to sink deep into Jessie last night, and now he felt the other man needed time, regardless of how easy it would be to get Jessie to beg them to fuck him.

  Jessie breathed in and out, trying to catch his breath. Damon rubbed a hand down the smaller man’s sweat-soaked back. “Come on. We need to get dressed and out of here before other hunters find us.” The longer they waited the more danger they’d be in.

  Jessie lifted his head and blinked. “Where are you going?”

  Damon bit down the urge to chastise the other man for thinking he wasn’t included in their plans. He thought back. No, there shouldn’t have been any misinterpretation. “We, which includes you, need to leave this town.”

  “I can’t leave. I have nowhere to go.” Jessie’s green eyes were in a near panic.

  At that moment, his mate looked young and vulnerable.

  “Jessie, how old are you?” Michael asked.

  “I’ll be twenty-two next week.”

  Damon exchanged a glance with Michael. The shifter nodded. He hadn’t even begun to see the world. While he was close to a hundred and Michael close to fifty, Jessie was really young.

  “We’ve been around a lot longer. Let us take care of you.”

  Jessie sat onto his knees. Remnants of their earlier activities covered his face and stomach. He seemed to notice it for the first time and a layer of crimson covered every inch of pale skin. Jessie closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was serious and focused. “What do I have to do for your help?”

  Damon felt his blood boil. In the last one hundred years, he’d never felt so alive. He moved his fingers under Jessie’s chin and lifted his head up until their eyes met. “Little one, we’ll keep your ass safe, but we won’t bargain for your spread legs. That will happen no matter what, but when you’re ready. So keep your knees locked for as long as you feel the need, but your body will always burn for our touch.”