Howl Down the Moon, page 24
“Not you, him,” Slade growled. “You, my impatient little one, get to watch and tell me just what it is about spanking that’s become so appealing to you.”
Stunned, Luka could only stare at him as Slade beckoned Rand to lay across his lap, the doctor’s bright eyes staring into his. Slade flicked his tongue out as he regarded Rand, one hand slowly beginning to caress the soft cheeks of Rand’s ass.
Luka bit his bottom lip, watching the gentle way Slade handled Rand, stroking down his back, running his fingers through Rand’s hair, separating the strands. Slade caressed Rand’s hip, rubbed down his leg, danced the tops of his fingers over Rand’s shoulder blades until Rand’s eyelids grew heavy, and he sighed contently.
“I don’t hear you,” Slade growled at Luka, who felt his cheeks grow hot as Slade stared right at him and delivered the first smack to Rand’s ass. The only sound their mate made was a low gasp, his body jerking just a little before he settled right back down again.
“I…” Luka stammered, feeling his cock twitch and shyly shifting his hands in front of his body to cover it from view.
“Now why would you want to hide yourself from me?” Slade asked, delivering a second smack to Rand’s behind.
This time, when Luka opened his mouth, no sound came out. He watched Slade’s hand caress the top of Rand’s thigh, fingers skimming flesh all the way down to Rand’s knee before smacking him again and drawing a soft whine from Rand.
“I guess you don’t want to be spanked as bad as you claim to want it,” Slade murmured, eyes never leaving Luka’s. He gave Rand three more swats, across both cheeks this time, drawing a gasp from Rand, who wiggled in his lap. Luka knew what he had to be feeling; they’d played a little with each other the day before, the sensations incredible, even when they’d been too hesitant to take things to the level they’d both expressed a desire to feel.
Slade slid one arm across Rand’s back, pinning him in place before spanking him again, a little harder, the skin showing a hint of pink before quickly fading away.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Slade murmured to Rand, who rapidly nodded his head, drawing a low chuckle from Slade, who rubbed circles on Rand’s behind before swatting him several times in quick succession. Squirming got Rand nowhere, and when Slade pinched one of the raised welts on Rand’s ass, Rand yelped and moaned.
“Well, I think I found something that someone likes,” Slade growled, the sound making Luka shiver. More smacks, another pinch, and Luka tried to crawl closer, but Slade pinned him in place with his gaze and swatted Rand again. Slade’s hand glided over Rand’s ass, traveling south between his cheeks, eyes widening as a slow smirk slipped across his face. “I see someone has been very naughty, or maybe you both have.”
Luka bit back a whimper as he watched Slade caress over the short metal plug Luka had helped slide inside of their mate earlier in the day. Several times over the course of the morning, they’d teased one another, ramping up the anticipation of when they’d be alone with their mate. Now that they were, they could see just how much Slade appreciated the little surprise they’d arranged for him. Luka just wished he was on the other side of Rand, where he could see more than just the movement of Slade’s hand as he toyed with it.
“You have one too, don’t you?” Slade asked, and Luka nodded before he could even get the question out of his mouth. “Turn around and let me see it.”
Doing as he was told, Luka turned and lowered his head to rest against the comforter, ass in the air, hands holding his cheeks apart so Slade could see the aqua gemstone in the end of the plug he’d chosen. A shiver of desire shot through him, along with the memory of seeing one of the video porn characters doing the exact same thing.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Slade growled, running a fingernail over one of Luka’s cheeks, pinching hard enough to make him shiver and whine.
The sharp slap of flesh meeting flesh clued Luka in to the fact that Slade had resumed spanking Rand, but Luka wasn’t sure if he should remain the way he was or turn back around to watch. He counted four normal slaps before the sharp crack of one that echoed. Luka did start to turn then, Rand’s cry and shaky plea for Slade to fuck him unable to be ignored.
“No one told you to move,” Slade growled, tapping Luka on the hip so there would be no confusion as to whom Slade meant.
Luka whined, knowing he sounded desperate and needy but wanting so badly to be a physical part of what was taking place. “Please.”
“I already told you what you needed to do,” Slade rumbled, his voice having grown deeper as he punctuated each of his words with a smack to Rand’s behind.
“Oh my god, Luka, tell him what he wants to know so he’ll fuck us!” Rand cried, desperate, panting.
“I wanted to know if it would be like your teeth and your claws,” Luka blurted. “Wanted to know if it would hurt and feel good all at the same time like they do!”
Slade’s chuckle was low, dark, and self-satisfied. “And you?”
“Same!” Rand blurted. “Only now I know it does, and I like it, every single sting and pinch!”
“So, my pretty little wolves enjoy a little pain with their pleasure,” Slade growled. “All you had to do was say so. I’m more than happy to give you both all you can handle.”
“Then give me what I want, dammit!” Rand shot back, crying out a second later when Slade delivered a loud swat.
“Patience,” Slade cautioned; Rand whimpered in response, and then Luka caught sight of Slade laying their mate out beside him. Rand’s cheeks were flushed, little puffs of air escaping him with every pant, making Luka’s hair sway and brush his cheek.
“Kiss him,” Slade growled, and, not knowing which of them he was talking to, they reached for each other, although made difficult by the position Luka was in, cheek still pressed to the bed, knees drawn up underneath him, ass still in the air.
Rand slung an arm across his back, gripped his hair enough to turn Luka’s head the way he needed it, his kisses far more aggressive than they’d ever been before. Happy to return them with the same level of intensity, Luka tangled his fingers in Rand’s hair and gripped, hard, pulling a little as they growled into the kisses, hunger warring with need. Now Luka was starting to understand what Rand meant about inhibitions and how the videos and the playing they’d been doing would help them both lower the ones they still struggled with.
The first swat had just the right amount of sting to it. Luka hissed against Rand’s lips and felt their mate holding him in place. Slade’s caresses were soft, tender, but filled with promise, especially when he found the end of that plug and withdrew it a little before shallowly thrusting it back in. His next swat was harder, more to the bottom of his cheeks than the middle of them, making the plug shift inside of him.
Luka’s cock was hard and leaking against his stomach, and every new swat was causing a shift in the plug, ramping up his pleasure and the intensity of the kisses he and Rand shared. Gasping, he cried out when Slade pinched him, following it with a nip to his shoulder and ass, those teeth sinking in, making Luka shiver, his wolf howling in his mind.
“Oh god,” Rand growled, gripping Luka harder, practically tongue fucking him with the intensity of his kisses.
“Now that was intense,” Slade snarled. “Gonna make your wolf howl for me all night long.”
Holy shit, they’d heard it, both of them, and while Luka was trying to figure out exactly how that had worked, Slade resumed spanking rapidly, the stinging sensation hitting him in waves, each one building in intensity. He was shaking with it, panting, unable to keep his hips from rocking forward with each strike, then backward, chasing the next one.
Slade’s fingers worked the plug, withdrawing and thrusting, pulling more out each time until it popped free. Luka whined at the loss of the sensation, then howled into Rand’s mouth when Slade buried his cock in him. His wolf howled, too, as Luka tore his lips off Rand’s, gasping, Slade’s hand gripping his shoulder, tips of his claws digging in to providing a steady thrum of pain. Luka couldn’t rock; he couldn’t grind or even wiggle; all he could do was feel.
Slade knew how to hit that spot inside of him that made everything feel amazing. He wasn’t long or thick, but he used what he had to bring as much pleasure as possible, and he’d never once left Rand or Luka lacking. If anything, he knew how to torment them, how to rev up their enjoyment until neither could think straight, and how to prolong every encounter until they were all wrung out, sweaty and limp with exhaustion.
Several times, Luka felt close to coming, only to have Slade squeeze the base of his cock, staving off his orgasm so he could keep on fucking him. Sound bled away until the only thing Luka was aware of was the slap of their bodies coming together. Slade’s thrusts grew rougher, less rhythmic and jerky, until he buried himself deep, coming even as he refused to allow Luka to do the same. Whining, Luka tried to encourage him to do something, but Slade pulled out, keeping one hand on Luka’s back to keep him pinned in place.
“Fuck him,” Slade huffed, his voice rougher as he struggled for air. It was Rand who growled though. Luka felt the bed move, dimly aware that he and his wolf were making high-pitched, desperate, whining little whimpers that turned into a howl when Rand entered him. Pinpricks of pain accompanied the sharp tugs on his hair until he got with the program and got his hands underneath himself, bracing as Rand buried both hands in his hair and fucked him using only those strands for leverage. It was fast, rough, and absolutely perfect, culminating in an orgasm that tore through Luka so abruptly that everything shorted out.
He came back to himself to see Slade fucking Rand the same way, Rand crying out in pleasure until he came too. Slade shoved him down beside Luka, a little rough, but it immediately became apparent why. Like several of the porn stars they’d been watching over the past few weeks, Slade stroked himself to completion, ejaculating all over Luka and Rand, marking them with his seed.
So unbelievably hot.
Rand kissed him, gently this time, and Luka curled closer, sweat and come drying on their skin as they lazily made out with one another. Slade gathered them close, hugging them both, kissing the tops of their heads.
“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Slade growled. “The two of you together drive me wild. A part of me doesn’t ever want to let you out of this bed or see a stitch of clothing on you again.”
“I don’t mind being naked in the house,” Luka murmured.
“You wander around this place naked and none of us will ever get anything done,” Rand huffed, caressing Luka’s cheek and leaning in to brush another kiss over his lips.
“I fail to see how that would be a bad thing,” Slade offered.
“I can think of a few activities where clothes might be to his benefit, in case something should spatter or fall on him,” Rand offered.
“Point.”
“Of course, there are some adorable outfits that would be almost as good as having him naked, though seeing him slink around in them would be just as distracting as if he wasn’t wearing anything.”
Luka listened to them ponder what attire he should wear, and how little of it there should be, his wolf preening with the knowledge that they found him so desirable.
“Perhaps we should take a look at some of those clothing options and see if we can find a few things we’d like to see on him,” Slade offered, stroking a hand up and down Luka’s leg. “If our little wolf would be okay with us dressing him up from time to time.”
Nodding, Luka looked up at him and smiled. “I’m okay with it and more.”
“More?” Slade asked.
“Uh-huh,” Luka replied, feeling his smile growing as he thought about some of the items he and Rand had seen in a few of the videos they hadn’t shared with Slade yet.
“How much more?” Slade asked. Every now and then, he’d move from caressing Luka to caressing Rand, his size making it an easy thing for him to hold them both as long as they stayed pressed together.
“Nipple clamps,” Luka admitted, giggling a little, “remote-controlled vibrators, cuffs.”
“Anal beads,” Rand added. “Flavored lube, a penis ring that vibrates, a fleshlight.”
“Collars.”
“Collars?” Slade asked, tipping Luka’s chin up so their eyes would meet.
“One from each of you. With padlocks and your names on them so everyone knows who I belong to.”
“I see,” Slade murmured, stroking Luka’s cheek with his thumb.
“Is that okay?” Luka asked, hoping his mates wouldn’t mind the direction some of his tastes were beginning to run. It was just that some days got so busy, when they were all doing different things, that to have something on him to ground him, remind him that he wasn’t alone, would help in ways he couldn’t quite verbalize yet.
Slade slid his hand down to stroke over Luka’s throat, caressing gently. “I think that can be arranged, especially since the marks I put on you don’t last anymore.”
“Not sure I like the idea of treating you like property,” Rand added, hugging him from behind and kissing the back of his neck. “Humans put collars on their pets to let people know whom they belong to, and so someone can return them if they’re found out alone. You’re a wolf, not a pet.”
Licking his lips, Luka pressed his head against Slade’s chest and whined softly. “I know I’m not a pet,” he stammered. “B-but I’m yours, and sometimes I forget I’m not alone anymore.”
One of them was gently squeezing and caressing the back of his neck, a gesture that could also be seen as possessive, and one he absolutely loved.
“I think what he is trying to say is that the collars would be for him, not for anyone else to look at or read,” Slade supplied, to which Luka nodded emphatically.
“Doesn’t have to be around my neck,” Luka offered. “Could be a wide bracelet or leather ankle cuff. I’d be good with either one of those.”
“Now something like that I wouldn’t have a problem with,” Rand admitted, kissing Luka’s shoulder and making him shiver.
“How about we clean up and bring the laptop to bed with us, then see if we can’t put an order in that will suit everyone,” Slade suggested.
Nodding, Luka sighed contently. “I’d like that.”
“Why don’t I go and get the shower started?” Slade said, slipping off the bed. It left his front cold, so Luka clutched one of the rumpled blankets to his chest and clung to it.
“I’ll strip the bed while you do and grab some fresh sheets,” Rand offered. “We’ve made a bit of a mess of these.”
“That’s been happening a lot lately,” Slade admitted. “While we’re at it tonight, we’d better order a couple more sets so we’re not scrambling to do laundry several times a week.”
“Good idea,” Luka muttered into the blanket he held. It was warm and the bed was soft, but his skin was feeling a bit crusty and disgusting, and it would feel good to be clean, so he reluctantly slid from the bed and took over stripping it while Rand went to get some clean ones. By the time they’d remade the bed, the bathroom was filled with steam, and they walked hand in hand into the deluxe-sized shower stall, where Slade had placed a caddy of bath supplies and hair products.
The design allowed the water to rain down on them from directly overhead, hot, but not overly so. It felt good on his skin, and Luka tipped his head back to let it pour over his face. He and Rand never let go of each other—they didn’t need to. Slade had made it clear from the first time they’d gotten wild and a bit rough in bed, that he wanted to be the one to clean them up afterward, to make certain they were both okay.
He even had a variety of gloves he slid over his hands to wash them with. Some rough, some soft. He never hurried, and he never teased, though shower sex had happened a time or two, usually between Luka and Rand, whose making out had spiraled out of control as Slade cleaned them.
Tonight, though, they were both sated and eager to look through the online catalogs. Luka tugged Rand so he was leaning against him, Rand’s head pillowed against his shoulder, while Slade washed first one of them, and then the other. They’d learned that he preferred to get the shower set up so he could wash quickly before turning all of his attention on them.
The feel of Slade’s fingers massaging his scalp as he cleaned his hair was one Luka had come to thoroughly enjoy. Relaxing, rhythmic, he closed his eyes and savored the way Slade would occasionally kiss the back of his neck and shoulder, lift the strands up and rub the soap in, then comb through them once he’d added the conditioner, taking particular care to work out any tangles all the tugging and pulling had caused.
He’d move back and forth between them, so they were both ready to get out once he’d allowed them to rinse off. Luka had enjoyed it thoroughly right from the very first time, while Rand had balked a bit. There were times when he reached for a loofa and bodywash, intent on cleaning himself, but he seemed to be getting better at ceding control to Slade on nights like this, especially when Luka refused to let go of him.
All the steam had kept the bathroom warm, which was nice to step out of the shower to. Since moving here, Luka had never once missed bathing in the pond or warming water in the kitchen in cold months in order to get himself clean.
The towels Slade wrapped around them were soft and fluffy, his hands moving at a rapid pace as he rubbed the water from their skin. By the time he tucked them into bed, they were warm, pliant, and completely content.
He set up the laptop on a pillow, then slipped into bed behind them, bringing up a site displaying things that would have made Luka blush just a few months before. Now though, after seeing so many of them used in videos, all he cared about was what it would be like when they got to try some themselves.
“Whoa,” Rand murmured, his breath tickling Luka’s ear. “Didn’t think there were that many.”
Chuckling, Slade clicked a button, bringing up even more. “This is just the tip of the iceberg.”
