No Time to Lie, page 5
Ben slapped his ass, the sting making his cock jerk madly.
Jakob tugged his hair. “You both need to be naked too.”
“Picky, picky.” Ben chuckled and stripped his sweater off.
“I am. I want to see you fuck, not a bunch of fabric.”
“Such a dirty mouth on a pretty boy.”
Jakob’s lips curled in a wicked grin. “I’m giving up purity, mates. It wasn’t willing.”
“No, I bet it didn’t suit you at all.” Ben stripped Jakob down too, and Marsh reached down for Jakob’s cock once more, offering his ass to Ben. They had learned to take turns pitching and catching the hard way.
“No. No, I like sex. I need you both.” Jakob glared suddenly. “I am not an abomination. I did not corrupt anyone.”
“Shit, no. We corrupted you, maybe.” Marsh bent to suck Jakob’s cock back in.
“No one corrupted anyone!” Ben’s roar rang out.
He tried not to laugh, because he was doing this very sexy dance, but damn. Ben was such a grump. Even at a time like this.
Ben’s hand landed on his ass again, surprising him. “I know you’re laughing and I’m not a grump.”
Marsh wiggled, making a clear offer. He kept his eyes open, watching Jakob watch Ben.
“Marshall needs you, Ben.”
“He needs so damned well.” He felt Ben move away, then back, and two slick fingers pushed into him.
He grunted, the sound muffled by the swollen flesh that filled his lips. It felt amazing, the heavy shaft against his tongue. Jakob wasn’t scared now. One day back with his mates and he was ready, his balls tight, his cock pushing, demanding.
Ben was pushing Marsh too, fingers riding in and out, opening him.
They honored him -- with their trust, their belief. Their souls.
Ben pulled free, then pushed that thick, slick cock inside him, hard and hot and immense. Marsh opened up, then took Jakob to the root, as well.
Jakob barked out a cry, hips bucking up with a single, rough motion. Those long legs moved restlessly, Jakob thrashing a bit, one hand on Marshall’s shoulder.
That was right. That was what he needed -- to be loved and pierced, filled and adored.
They would all get their turn, all of them. Ben loved it rough and hard, and Marsh thought maybe he and Jakob would take Ben together.
Jakob nodded, eyes fastened to where Ben was driving into him, fucking him hard. Marsh pushed one hand under Jakob’s balls, rolling them in their sac, before pushing down to tap at Jakob’s tiny hole. He didn’t want to worry about Jakob being scared, but he was. He couldn’t help it.
When Jakob just opened up wide for him, he grunted, then pulled off that hot cock with a pop so he could push his tongue there, the tiny opening so tight.
“Marshall! Mate!”
He sobbed, the taste of his lover’s body perfect, so welcome. Marshall swayed between his mates, Ben’s hips smacking his ass hard enough to make an insanely erotic sound. He bore back, riding hard, taking Ben in.
Jakob tapped his cheek. “So close, Marsh. I need… I need more touch. Your fingers. Or your dick.”
Demanding mate. He’d always loved that about Jakob.
Ben was the one to decide, lifting him up so he sat back on Ben’s cock, his own dick jutting out in front. “Get him slick, Jakob. He can take you.”
“Where?”
Ben motioned with his chin to the well-squeezed tube on the nightstand.
“Oh.” Jakob rolled up, then grabbed the lube, getting Marsh all slick, then rubbing two fingers over his own hole, getting himself ready.
“Damn. Damn, mate. Look at you. Look at him, Ben.”
“I know. We’re the luckiest assholes on earth.”
Marshall agreed, and when Jakob grabbed his cock and tugged him over, he went and took Ben with him. He pushed the head of his cock against that slick hole and knew heaven was close. Jakob eased him inside, that tiny hole wrapping him in pure heat.
Panting, he hung there for a moment before Ben got them all moving. When Ben pressed forward, Marsh rocked into Jakob. Then Jakob arched up and shoved him back on Ben.
He howled. What else could he do but throw back his head and scream his joy?
Ben bit down on his shoulder, a low growl sounding, and Marsh grabbed Jakob’s cock, stroking and completing the circle.
Jakob reached for Ben’s hand, and when they all connected, lightning struck. The whole world lit up, the hair all over Marsh’s body standing up.
Jakob’s eyes went wide, and he came first, seed bursting out of him to land on Marshall’s belly.
He couldn’t wait another second -- not after being buried in that perfect ass. Marsh shot so hard his eyes rolled back, and his ass muscles clamped down on Ben’s cock, pulling his lover so deep.
“Marshall!” Ben’s teeth sank into his shoulder again, leaving a deep mark this time.
“Love!” That was Marshall’s only word right now. He loved them both so much.
Jakob nodded, head going like a Bobble Head doll with a loose spring. Yeah. They could totally rest now. That was the best part about not working for the alpha. Choosing their own schedule.
Healing together.
He eased himself down on Jakob’s body, covering the lean man. Warming him. Fall was definitely on them, and he would have to start running the stove a bit during the coldest parts of the day and night.
Jakob hummed softly, the sound deep, dozy.
Ben chuckled. “He always passes out after sex.”
Marsh laughed, breathless. “Yep. You were sure spanking my ass, babe.”
“Love taps.”
“I’ll have to return the favor.” He would too. Soon. Maybe in the hot tub.
“Hell yes. I can’t wait.” Ben nuzzled into the curve of his neck. “He looks happier.”
“He does. He just needs to shift with the moon, and he’ll feel right as rain.” Or at least as right as Jakob could this soon after being free.
“I hope so. What did Stephen say?”
“That he would find out who did this and why. There was this guy who stayed with the pack a week or so. Do you remember? Brother William something.”
Ben shook his head. “You know I’m not the most social.”
“Well, we were working up in the north corner of the territory. I bet that’s why he picked Jakob. He never met us beyond a glance.”
“Culling the loner.”
“Yeah, exactly.”
“Shit. How many others could there be?” Ben asked.
“I dunno, but Stephen is putting Fallon on it.” Marsh couldn’t think of a better guy for the job.
“We need to make a stronger perimeter.”
“We’ll plan it out when we get up.” Jakob was theirs. No one would ever hurt him again unless he asked them to in the name of hot sex.
“Maybe after cheese and bubbling water.”
Marshall swore he heard Jakob laugh. He did love that sound.
“Definitely after cheese.” He slid to one side, letting Ben curl up and keep Jakob warm as well. Sharing. He was good at sharing.
“Yes, love. You’re the best.” Ben almost managed not to roll his eyes.
Marsh let it go. He was too comfortable to fight right now.
“Love you, asshole.”
“And I love you, grump.”
“Shhh.” Jakob patted both of their chests, still asleep. “Love.”
Marsh grinned. They were all back where they belonged. The rest would work itself out.
Chapter Five
Jakob watched the sky, staring out into the darkness as he tried to read in the lamplight. The guys were asleep, but as the moon grew more full, his ability to rest dissolved. His skin felt too tight, and he itched. Positively itched.
Jakob changed positions, sighing when that was even worse. He loved being home with them, loved the mountains already. What the hell was wrong with him?
You can’t change, the voice inside him whispered. They took the wolf from you and when your mates realize that, they will drive you out.
Jakob? Ben’s thoughts were barely above the subconscious, his mate still deeply asleep.
Shh. Sleeping. You’re sleeping.
You’re scared. I’ll kick their asses.
I’m just reading. And yes, terrified. What if they had destroyed the wolf, torn it from him with pain and torture? What if it was gone?
They can’t get rid of the wolf. They can only make it hide. That was Marsh, and his thoughts were wide-awake.
“I’m scared, Marsh.” The whisper sounded so loud in the darkness.
“I’m not. You were just beaten and terrorized. The wolf was what they wanted to frighten out of you. We can coax him back out.”
“Come to bed, mate.” Ben’s voice brooked no argument.
“I -- I’m sorry I woke you.”
Marsh appeared at the doorway, crooking a finger at him, red hair glowing in the light from the lamp. “Now, baby.”
“Bossy.” He turned the light off and put his book down, that draw undeniable.
“Always. I know how to ease your worry. So does Ben.”
“I don’t want you to send me away.” Again.
“Stop.” Ben barked it. “We would never send you away for anything. Never. Get your ass over here.”
Marshall reeled him in, nice and easy, as soon as he came in reach. The warm embrace and happy noises Marshall made eased him, and when Ben joined them, touching both him and Marsh, Jakob melted.
“See? Just breathe. It’s better now, with us.”
“It is. I’m --”
“Not one more apology or I will tan your ass.” Ben kissed Jakob, the threat sensual as hell.
“You were sleeping,” he muttered.
“Yes, and it’s your turn next.”
“My turn?” Jakob frowned. “To what?”
“Sleep, mate. You need rest and Marsh and me, we can give that to you.”
“I can’t sleep. I tried.” He was so ready to rest, but his brain wouldn’t shut up.
Marsh hesitated. “You used to like… I mean. It used to help. Damn it, Jakob, you’ve been tortured. Are you scared of a spanking now?”
Scared of a spanking? Shit. “The only thing I’m scared of is that my wolf may be dead.”
Ben chuckled, the sound vibrating against him. “That’s good, baby. Because I know how to get him back to the surface.” Ben took his hand and drew him to the bed.
“What if it doesn’t work? What if they stole him?”
“They can’t. He’s tied to you forever.”
They stripped him, hands gentle but firm. They were going to stop this cycle he’d started of fear and worry, and Jakob was so fucking grateful.
“I fought them for so long, but then…” Then he got tired and he doubted.
“They lied.”
“Promise?”
Ben rubbed his ass with both hands, fingers digging into his cheeks. “I swear.”
“I hope you’re right.” He needed Ben to be right.
“He is.” Marsh pushed him down on the bed on his hands and knees, the sheets still warm from their sleep. Sweet mates.
“Not entirely sweet, baby…”
“No?” He wiggled his ass, memories flooding him. Good memories of how they had used a little sting to focus him, to pleasure him.
To make him theirs.
Ben stroked his lower back for a long moment. “You tell us if anything twigs you. Right away.”
“Just love me. Be here with me.”
“We are.” Marsh scooted around to lift his face for a kiss just as Ben smacked his butt hard with one hand.
He gasped, more shocked than hurt. Surprised. The sting flared, then settled into a throb, which sent a jolt of pure need to his cock.
“How is he, Marsh?” Ben asked.
“Good.” Marsh smiled into his eyes. “Real good.”
“Excellent. I’m going to start now, baby. Slow and steady.”
It was always worse when Ben warned him. Always. Jakob panted, already overheated, too excited. Anticipation was not his friend.
“Greedy baby.” Ben tapped and patted, bouncing his hand off Jakob’s ass.
“Ben!” This wasn’t torture; it was foreplay. God, he’d been afraid he would freak out, but his body knew the difference, and so did his wolf. He gasped. His wolf. He was in there.
“Oh, oh, Ben, I see him!” Marsh crowed, rubbing their noses together.
Jakob stared into Marshall’s eyes. “Do you?”
“I do, baby. Your eyes flash green.”
“You promise?”
“I wouldn’t lie.”
Ben slapped his butt three times in quick succession, bang bang bang. Then Ben reached under him and grabbed his cock.
“Stop worrying and feel.” Ben squeezed him, fingers jacking his cock.
“I am!” Well, he was trying.
Marsh kissed him again, mouth hard on his, and Ben jerked him with one hand, then spanked him with the other. All of a sudden they were cooking with oil, the talking over. His ass burned, his lips felt swollen, and his balls drew up, the sac tight.
They never let up on him, Ben stroking him in time with the burning blows to his ass. This was what those assholes could never take from him, even when he’d believed the worst. Jakob never doubted his mates’ touch.
Never. Never doubt us. We need you.
Please. More. Jakob was right there, teetering on the edge.
“I know what you have to have, baby.” Shockingly cold lube dribbled over his skin, coating his hole when Ben spread his cheeks.
His eyes went wide and Marshall chuckled, glancing up at Ben. “Can you do both -- fuck and swat?”
“I can. Let him suck you, lover. He needs to be filled.”
“Do you want me, baby?”
“Have I never not wanted you?” Ever? In the history of time?
“No. Not even at the worst. That’s past, right?” Ben rubbed against his hole, cock so hard, hotter than Jakob’s abused skin.
“Please, yes. Please.” He bore back, taking Ben’s prick right in and earning a slap for his troubles.
Marsh knelt up, presenting his dick to Jakob’s mouth, ready to fill him at both ends. He opened up, the flavor of Marshall’s need welcome as moonlight.
That heavy cock stretched his lips, heated and salty-bitter. Ben smacked his hip, then his thigh, really working him. There was a rhythm to the whole thing -- a slap, a thrust, a long press into his lips.
Jakob closed his eyes and let everything else slip away. No fears, no moon, no nothing. All he needed was here, in this bed.
Ben moved faster, hips slapping his butt now, hands just holding on.
Marshall began to moan, to whisper soft filthy words to him, promises that he understood in his bones. Marsh petted him, stroking his hair, his cheeks, keeping them all connected.
“Look at Marsh, Jakob. Show him your eyes.”
He looked up, and Marsh moaned, the sound ending in a wolfy growl. “Mate. There you are. So beautiful.”
Jakob blinked, then smiled. Mate.
Come for us, love. Let it all go. Give us everything.
All of me. He groaned, and his eyes rolled back. He shot hard when Ben grabbed his cock one more time, drawing his orgasm out of him.
Marshall’s seed filled his lips as Ben’s marked his ass, and he floated there, pierced and caught.
They slid free finally, both of them moving close, lifting him, then heading outside the hot tub. To the moon.
“It’s close,” Jakob muttered, and Ben nodded.
“She is. She’s glad you’re home.”
“Silly Ben. The moon is what it is.”
“Yes. The all mother.” Ben’s voice held absolute surety.
They sank into hot water and he moaned, his eyes fastened to the light pouring in. His body felt tight again, but not with sexual tension. No, this was his wolf, fighting to come to the surface.
“I can’t…”
“Shh. Shh, breathe, baby.” Marshall never stopped touching him.
Ben kissed his cheek. “No thinking. Bubbles. Moon. Home.”
“Bubbles. Moon. Milk. Mates.”
The chant became something like a prayer, and he felt Marsh’s moans against his neck, knew his mate was fighting the shifting for now.
You can’t do it.
Liar, he thought, then grabbed Ben’s hand. Tell me that’s not true.
You’re here with us. Your eyes are green, not gray. Look at her, Jakob. Let her guide you.
My eyes are green. My eyes are green. My eyes are…
“Green.”
Jakob’s body convulsed, a howl ringing out of his throat, his hands growing claws and paw pads instead of fingers. He surged out of the water, shaking himself violently, spinning as he tried to understand where he was. His tail slapped his face, wet and rank, his fur a little matted. He raised his snout, and yes, there she was. The moon.
He howled and his song was joined with two others. His mates. His own mates.
Ben’s wolf was huge and black with gray spots. Marsh was compact and muscular, all red and brown. They both called to him, showing him the way here, teaching him.
I was lost! he cried, stamping his paws against the ground. I was lost!
Mate! Marsh rubbed their muzzles together. Here you are!
He pushed close, breathing hard, panting to fill his lungs with his mate’s scent. Ben moved in on his other side, tail thumping against him.
Mate. I am here. I am here and not lost.
Run with us? Ben always needed to run.
Don’t forget me again. He needed them to remember him, always.
Marsh nipped his lip. We never forgot. Ever. Run! Marsh took off like a shot, daring them to catch him.
He followed the banner-like tail, a silver streak in the darkness, a beacon to his mates.
Jakob had his home back. They hadn’t sent him away, and his wolf was still deep inside. Anything else was a lie, and he had no time for lies anymore.
Silly mate! Rabbits! Fat juicy rabbits!
Oh! Ben’s thought made him bark and then press his nose to the ground. Right. Rabbits. Who had time for lies when there was hunting to be done?
He was done apologizing and begging for forgiveness. Fuck that. Time to live. He streaked after a rabbit that shot out of the brush. Jakob left everything else behind right there in the moonlight.
