Thirst (Hellish #4)(20)

As he looked on, Celeste crossed the room and lifted Kallus as if he weighed nothing. She met his gaze. “Help will be here soon. Don’t move.” She disappeared, leaving him alone with nothing.

Time passed without his presence. Even when the door flew open, revealing two identical men Baptiste had never seen, he didn’t move. If they were there to kill him, he would be glad for their mercy. The men rushed to his side.

One covered Eirik’s body with a blanket, stealing him from Baptiste, while the other pulled him to his feet, wrapping his strong arms around Baptiste. He cared not. Nothing mattered. “I am Ethan,” the one holding him said. He motioned the other man’s way. “This is my brother, Evan. Eirik called out for us. We came as fast as we could.”

Something about the man’s claim seemed wrong. In his shock, Baptiste couldn’t think straight enough to decipher anything. The room spun. Baptiste couldn’t cope. Ethan’s arms tightened around him as Baptiste lost consciousness.





6





I feel something. Right here,” Lire said, fingering the invisible wall surrounding their bed. It felt like he’d poked his finger through tightly stretched plastic wrap. “I think I have it. The air feels different.” They all concentrated on the same spot. The room spun. All the air squeezed from Lire’s lungs. Reality shifted. Lire found himself landing with a hard thump on Jonathan’s bedroom floor in a tangle of arms and legs. Faolan, Dougal, and Lire scrambled to disentangle themselves and come to their feet. He caught a quick glimpse of Jonathan’s outrage.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

As quickly as it happened, it was over. Lire panted from exertion as he stared at the ceiling of his bedroom with Faolan and Dougal at his side. They were back in their bed.

“Didn’t expect Cin and Niall to be home early,” Dougal said, pointing out what they were all thinking.

“Aye.”

“Yep,” Lire said, feeling like an ass.

“Holy shit, though,” Faolan said, bringing up the other elephant in the room.

“Yep.”

“Aye.”

Lire cleared his throat. “Jonathan is…”

“Aye.”

“Aye,” his men agreed.

They kept their gazes locked on the ceiling. Lire cleared his throat. “I want to try that.”

“Aye.”

“Yep.”

They exchanged glances. Lire’s smile grew along with Faolan’s and Dougal’s. As one, they scrambled to strip. Now that he knew Jonathan would be fine, Lire couldn’t get undressed fast enough. The instant he was nude, Lire snagged the backs of Dougal’s and Faolan’s heads, pulling them in for a kiss. When their tongues entwined, his heart squeezed in his chest. Time stood still as the beauty of the moment washed over him. This would be their first time. He wished he could think of something powerful to say, letting these amazing men know how their love humbled him.

Faolan ended up being the one with the words. “I’ve lived a verra long time and loving both of you has been my life’s best part.”

“Same,” Lire whispered as Dougal gasped, “Aye.”

Dougal’s gasp had more to do with Lire’s handling his cock than anything else. He loved making Blondie breathless and Ginger moan. Each man made a different sound that melted Lire.

Faolan dropped his mouth to Lire’s shoulder and kissed. He spoke against Lire’s skin. “You’ve been inside me. I think it’s only fair I get to be inside you.” As he made the claim, he urged Lire onto his side. The air caught in Lire’s lungs. He wanted everything. Faolan molded against his back, probing at his asshole. Pants left Lire’s lips. His gaze wouldn’t move from Dougal. Dougal watched everything as if he couldn’t get enough of seeing his men together.

Lire couldn’t take not having them both. It had been too long since he’d used his body to please Dougal. “I need to be inside you,” he growled as Faolan pressed his way past the tight ring of muscles surrounding Lire’s asshole.

Dougal wasted no time throwing his leg over Lire’s and Faolan’s hips, giving Lire access to his body. It felt like it had been forever since they’d spent their nights in a tangle of sweat, hair, and kisses. This was the first time he could make love to Dougal without ruining the man’s mind. The moment was humbling and hot. He licked his fingers and stretched Dougal’s asshole as he fought to hang on to his sanity with Faolan pumping inside him at the perfect angle. Lire had lived a long time. Being a sex demon meant there was nothing he hadn’t done a million times. This was the first time a threesome completely wrecked his heart. He knew, as long as he lived, he’d never forget this first time of making love to his mates with his body or the sound Dougal made as Lire pushed his way inside. They moved slowly, keeping time with one another. Inside, Lire was crazed. He refused to show his madness. His mates deserved to have him make love to them—slowly savoring each second.

With his forehead pressed to Dougal’s, they strained toward release. Faolan’s emotions were drowning Lire. He was every bit as overwhelmed as Lire. They’d been given so much. Lire had never had more to lose. His body was ablaze with need. He stroked Dougal’s cock, completely convinced that if the man came, the pleasure would be his. Dougal’s breathing increased. His muscles tightened. They were right there, together. Lire’s balls drew up tight.