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Authors: B.A. Tortuga

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“Well, we should go scrub her back. Make it better.” Jonah tugged his cock, using it like a leash.

Hank wasn’t sure if he wanted to make it better. His two lovers both all ramped up and ready to dominate him? His dream life.

They slipped into the little bathroom, the steam scented with cream and roses. The scent should have been all about Grandma, but instead it aroused him unbearably, his cock rising even more.

Jonah stroked him once, hard. “Little kit, little kit, let me come in,” Jonah called to Liv.

Her chuckle was hotter than the steam coming from the shower. “Get in here.”

Jonah pulled the curtain back just enough and pushed him into the spray before climbing in behind him. Hank moaned, the hot fall of water and Liv’s hands hitting him at the same time.

“My boys.” She lifted her face for Jonah’s kiss, her sweet lips parted and wet.

Hank loved to watch them kiss. Jonah always tried to take control, and Liv let him. To a point. Watching them was like being at a fight with Titans.

They both glanced at him, smiling like one being. Uh-oh. Also, yay!

“Heard you were feeling bitey, Kit.” Jonah was the only person alive that would get away with calling Liv “Kit”.

“And then some. I want to yowl and scratch.” She stroked Hank’s chest before pinching his nipple.

He arched, snapping at the air, baring his teeth for a half second.

“No biting, puppy.” She flicked the tip of his cock with her fingers.

“I didn’t!” Oh, that stung so good.

“You were trying,” Jonah said. Taking her side, which would end up so good for Hank.

“No ganging up, now,” Hank murmured.

“Why not?” Liv tugged him close, one hand on his hip.

He took the kiss she offered, their lips clinging for a second. She tasted like apples, which he knew was her lips gloss. Apples and toothpaste.

Hank chuckled, and Jonah popped his butt, the water increasing the sting. “What are you laughing at?”

“Apples and toothpaste.”

Liv laughed with him, pinching his slit, her nails digging in a bit. “You know I love my mint.”

“I…” He went up on tiptoe, whining happily. “Yes, lady. Yes.”

“You’re so ready, pup. You smell perfect.” Jonah looked hungry.

How was he supposed to argue? He loved this, loved them together and he needed them like breathing. Hank leaned on Jonah, soaking in the strength along with the hot water.

Jonah’s mouth crashed down on his, tongue parting his lips. Hank opened up, letting Jonah have whatever he needed.

Jonah’s hand cradled the back of his head, supporting him and steadying him. Liv moved around behind Hank, pressing against the plug in his ass, nudging the base with her knee. The jolt rocked through him and made him shudder.

Hank reached up to cling to Jonah’s shoulders, needing to hold on.

“Sweet slut,” Jonah murmured against his lips, grinning like he knew a secret. Maybe he did. Most folks Hank knew would never believe Hank was a bottom like he was. He knew what he needed, and he knew who would give it to him.

“Stop thinking so loud,” Liv said in Hank’s ear. “Just feel us.”

Like he had a choice. “Yes, love.”

Jonah made a pleased noise before diving in to kiss him again, burning his lips. Hank growled happily, rubbing against the fuzzy, furry chest, their cocks bumping together.

They moved together, and Liv pushed from behind, her breasts wet and firm against his back. He reached back, fingers barely brushing her sweet ass. Hank loved her softness, her curves.

“Sweet pup.” She bit his ear, making it sting. Shivers worked down his spine, making his ass clench on the plug. Of course, that meant she was going to nudge his ass with her knee again. She did love to torture him.

Jonah let him up for air, and Hank gasped a moment. “Someone needs to fuck me.”

Liv’s hand landed on his ass with a crack. “Pushy.”

Hank muscles jumped under his skin. “I need.”

“I know.” Her fingers wrapped around his bound prick, the tug driving him out of his mind.

They all bumped together, the back of Liv’s hand giving Jonah some friction, too. They’d run out of water soon, and Hank wanted someone to come first.

It didn’t even matter which one of them it was.

Probably wouldn’t be him, not with the ring on his cock, so maybe he should get on his knees and suck his man off.

He eased himself down, rubbing against them both all along the way.

“Oh, baby, that’s it. Suck.” Jonah stroked Hank’s wet hair off his face.

He nuzzled for a second, then opened up to take Jonah’s fat prick between his lips. The flavor flooded Hank, threatened to overwhelm his senses. He rubbed his tongue along the underside, and Hank worked to bury his nose in Jonah’s heavy curls.

“Damn, baby…” Jonah arched, pushing in deeper with a slow thrust, almost as if Jonah was dancing now. Liv moaned, her body rubbing his back.

He blinked up against the spray of the shower to see Liv lean in, press her lips to Jonah’s. Hank moaned around the flesh in his mouth before closing his eyes and getting to work. Between them, they’d make Jonah forget about pack politics.

Liv slid a hand under his chin, fingers finding Jonah’s balls, and their wolf howled for them.

Hank swallowed hard, tugging the tip of Jonah’s cock into his throat.

“He’s close, sweet. I can feel it in his balls.” Liv’s voice was like a drug, a deep purr.

He could feel it in the way Jonah’s cock swelled, spread his lips just that much more. Yeah, he was close, so Hank let Jonah feel the tiniest sting of his teeth.

“Pup!” A wild roar sounded and Jonah poured himself out, seed pulsing into his mouth.

“Mmm. Smell that.” Liv stroked Hank’s cheek, the other hand on the back of his neck. “You’ve earned your fucking, sweet man.”

He hummed and that made Jonah jerk, one last little bit of come sliding into Hank’s mouth. Yum. He did love how Jonah tasted.

Jonah cupped his jaw, slowly pulled out of his lips. “Good boy.”

“Please.” He rocked his hips, knees sliding on the wet tile. “Liv. Jonah. Please.”

The water disappeared, Jonah yanking Hank up into a wild, toothy kiss. He wrapped his arms and legs around Jonah’s body, depending on that strength.

Jonah drove them together, hips rolling as Liv wrapped her fingers around both of them.

“So hard. I love that,” Liv said, stroking their skin.

The touch made him keen, made his toes curl.

“Take the ring off, Kit, so he can come for us. Then we can both focus on you.” Jonah had the best ideas.

“Mmm.” Her nails dragged, tip-tapped across his cock.

Hank arched up, making Jonah work to keep him upright.

“Someone likes that,” Jonah chuckled, laughing at him. Evil man.

“You both do,” Liv said. “You hold on tight, Jonah. I’m gonna make him crazy.”

“I can’t wait, Kit.”

“Me either.” Hank humped, already so desperate he thought he might explode. She tugged his balls down, hard.

“When I say, pup.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Hank panted, feeling every touch of her fingers, every imprint of Jonah’s hands on his ass.

She smiled for him, the look loving and fond, and it made his heart pound. She unhooked the ring around his cock then, and Hank almost lost his mind.

It was Jonah’s hand that wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezed, though, backing him off the edge.

His legs shook, his fingers clinging to Jonah’s shoulders the way a lost climber clung to a ledge.

“I got you, baby.”

Liv reached behind him, turned the plug inside him, jostling it.

“You can have anything you want,” Hank said. “Oh, God.”

Jonah chuffed softly. “Goodness, Kit, you’re good.”

“I am.” Liv said it confidently, no question. She stroked Hank, up and down, then moved the dildo inside him over and over.

“Lady.” All he could do was gasp, grasp at Jonah with shaking hands. Jonah held him, never wavering, all that muscle tight and hard.

“When I say, pup.”

“Yes, ma’am. When you say.”

“That’s it, baby. Wait for her command.” Jonah squeezed his cheeks, making the dildo scrape his hole.

Hank cried out, eyes crossing as he fought for control.

Then Liv slapped his cock, the head bouncing off her palm. “Now, Hank.”

He howled, spunk spraying out of him, his balls throbbing almost painfully. So ramped up for so long, and now the relief made him sag, Jonah lowering him to the floor.

“Mmm. Such a good little boy.”

“Thank you.” The gratification was a delicious humiliation. He pressed his forehead to Jonah’s shoulder. “We need to please her now.”

“God, yes.” Jonah gave him a lupine grin, toothy and wide.

“Mmm.” Liv left them in the shower, grabbing a huge towel on the way out. “I’ll be on the chaise when you’re ready.”

Their goddess. Their queen.

Jonah’s eyes followed her. “Wicked girl.”

“She’s perfect.” Hank went after her because they were all connected, his inner string tugged by her presence.

She was draped over the chaise, her hair dangling behind her, wet silk flowing down to the floor. So beautiful, her skin shining like the cream she’d swum in earlier.

“Where do you want me, Jonah?”

“Between her legs, worshipping her with your mouth, baby.”

“Thank you.” He was already salivating. Hank moved to kneel on the chaise, his hands on his lady’s calves. He could smell her—how wet she was, how much she wanted them. “Sweet woman.”

“Sweet.” She laughed, a husky sound filled with lust. “That’s me. Get up here and lick, baby boy.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He crawled up between her legs, careful not to jostle. She hated that.

Liv lifted her legs, settling them over his shoulders. The position let him see her, let her wet folds open for him.

He leaned in, filling himself with her sweet scent before he traced a single line with his tongue, gathering her flavor. Roses and apples and musk.

Hank lapped at her, pushing his tongue against her, wanting to please. Her clit was sensitive, so he spent a few long licks warming her up before he circled it, drew it into a sucking kiss.

“Oh.” The tiny noise made his heart race, and her fingers curled in his hair, holding him where he was.

Heat grew in Hank’s belly, just from knowing she was feeling him.

Jonah, though, he was just watching. What the hell?

Still, if that was what Jonah wanted, whatever. He was where he wanted to be. Hank moaned, licking, pressing his tongue inside Liv, trying to get more of her.

He spread her wider, lapping furiously, rubbing her skin with his tongue. Liv petted him, loved him with her words and hands. Hank could hear Jonah moving, but he didn’t dare look up.

Hank focused on the task at hand, at Olivia’s pretty pink folds and the way he made her thighs tremble.

Then Jonah’s hand landed on his ass, the slap making him cry out, the sound muffled in Liv’s cunt. He wrapped his lips around her clit, pulling harder.

“My boys,” Liv said, her voice all growl, all jaguar.

“He’s gonna dance for us, Kit,” Jonah murmured, the slaps coming fast and hard.

He keened, hips beginning to sway. Liv’s hands were in his hair, though, tugging, directing him. The pain and the pleasure mixed, tension building in his body.

“Don’t stop, pup. Take me over the edge.”

Hank gave a short nod, bending back to her sweet pussy. She was close; he felt it in her shaking muscles, in the way she squeezed closed around his tongue.

He moaned, fingers sliding in to fuck her, press deep inside her.

“Yes.” Hank felt her feet drumming on his back, a counterpoint to the spanking Jonah gave him.

His ass burned, and when Jonah started on his thighs, he howled against her wetness. His body shook, his muscles jumping and twitching, and he wanted to bite, if nothing else to earn more punishment.

He turned his head, bit Liv’s soft inner thigh.

“Shit.” She arched up off the chaise, her body bending in a tight arc of pleasure.

“Mmm. Such a good pup,” Jonah said.

“Love you both.” Hank waited for Liv’s orgasm to grind to a halt. Then he leaned against her soft skin, breathing hard.

“So fucking amazing together.” Jonah caressed his hot skin, hands so big they covered his ass cheeks completely.

There was no way to stop moving, to stop his hips wagging. Jonah slapped one more time, and Hank thought his skin might break, but he knew it wouldn’t, knew he could take it.

He could take anything they gave him. Everything. Eagerly.

“I want to come home with you two. I’m around until Monday night,” Jonah said.

Oh.

Oh, three nights.

They never got that much time with him.

“Perfect.” Liv smiled for them, the cat with all the cream. Hank knew she was just as pleased as he was.

“I thought so.” Jonah’s hand kept rubbing and massaging his tender ass. “Hank promised enchiladas.”

“Did he? Are you cooking, pup?” Liv asked.

“I am.” They would make him wear an apron, covering the front, leaving his ass open to their touches. It would drive him insane. “Tomorrow night.”

“What are we having tonight?” Liv stretched, arms over her head, her breasts lifting.

“Steaks. I didn’t know how long Jonah would be.”

“Mmm.” Jonah bent to kiss his nape. “You’re good to me.”

Oh. Oh, the touch made him shake all over. He arched, his ass pushing back. Hank knew he was such a slut.

“Get dressed, Hank.” Liv tugged his hair, gently. “No briefs. I want you to feel the denim on your ass.”

“The plug?” They would make him leave it in.

“Mmm. We’ll trade it for a fatter one when we get home. You can cook for us then.”

Jonah helped Hank to his feet. “I like the way you think, lady.”

Jonah would like it.

“Of course you do. Did you drive your motorcycle or your truck?”

“The bike.” Jonah flexed a little.

Hank groaned, and Liv hummed softly. “Now, the question is, what’s the most torture? Having our pup ride behind you or follow us in the car?”

“I think he should follow in the car, Kit. He’ll have to watch this time.” Jonah kissed him, then held down a hand for Liv.

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