Thirst (Hellish #4)(7)

Jonathan felt Lire’s intensity dampen as he soaked in the unnatural lust Lire bled nonstop.

“Do you trust me?” Jonathan asked again, this time posing the question to Dougal and Faolan.

“With our lives,” they both repeated in unison.

Jonathan’s throat tightened with love for his clan. What he was about to demand of them meant they’d be risking everything if he failed. Jonathan wouldn’t let them down. “This is all that I can give you, but unlike Baptiste, I don’t do this with spite in my heart. Faolan, kiss your mate.”

Faolan’s eyebrows rose. He didn’t budge.

“Do you believe in me?” Jonathan asked, feeling a bit desperate. He couldn’t hold Lire’s powers at bay forever.

Faolan squared his shoulders. “Aye.”

“Then kiss him before you miss your chance.”

The distance between them disappeared. Faolan’s mouth covered Lire’s. Love exploded through the room. The desire coating Lire’s skin doubled, nearly bringing Jonathan to his knees. He panted against the assault, but he wasn’t done. “Dougal, it’s now or never.”

Dougal’s longing joined the mixture of emotions crushing Jonathan’s brain as Dougal joined their kiss without Faolan’s hesitation. Jonathan pressed his forehead to Lire’s nape, squeezed his eyes shut, and tried hanging on.

Thank you. Lire’s words caressed Jonathan’s mind as he disentangled himself from his loves, as if he felt Jonathan weakening. The moment they were no longer touching, Jonathan sprang away. His chest heaved with every labored breath. With his hands braced on his knees, Jonathan sucked air. Jonathan was bursting at the seams with madness and desire. He was part god and Lire’s powers were consuming him. For the first time, Jonathan understood the full magnitude of what Dougal endured when he’d lived with Lire before their mating. It was no wonder the vampire had been willing to walk into the fire, choosing a warrior’s death over the idea of never having Lire again.

Niall and Cin appeared. Cin had guns drawn, searching for a threat. Niall held a giant claymore. Under different circumstances, Jonathan might have found that funny. Right now, with Lire’s powers breaking his mind, Jonathan couldn’t focus on anything but the insanity.

“What the fook is happening here?” Niall demanded, looking thunderous.

Jonathan tried answering, but his throat refused to work. His mates stood feet away. Jonathan fought the urge to rip into their skin to be an inch closer to them. His body burned. He needed relief. With a mere thought, Jonathan had them in their bed unclothed. He didn’t often use his gifts against Niall and Cin. After willingly exposing himself to lilin corruption, Jonathan needed the madness assuaged now, or he might do anything.

“Are you okay?”

Jonathan had never heard Niall sound so worried. “Fix me.” The growl in Jonathan’s voice was out of his control.

Cin kissed his neck, making Jonathan writhe and his dick leak. “We’ve got you, gorgeous. Niall and I will make you fly,” he promised.

Jonathan’s legs wouldn’t still. He ground them against the sheets, needing contact with reality.

Niall bit his shoulder as he rolled Jonathan onto his side. His large crown pressed against Jonathan’s asshole even as Cin’s hot mouth surrounded Jonathan’s cock. Jonathan came unglued. He’d been barely hanging on from the moment he absorbed Lire’s energy. Words left his lips. He had no idea what he said. Most likely, he begged for a hard fucking. Jonathan didn’t want to limp away from this. He needed his men to destroy him. Take away the insanity. Cin sucked hard, tearing a cry from Jonathan’s throat. Niall fucked him raw. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Jonathan came. His orgasm gave him no relief. Thankfully, Cin never paused. He drank Jonathan down, his tongue lapping away at Jonathan’s hard dick. Every sensation was heightened. Jonathan felt every taste bud and breath on his cock. He needed more.

Jonathan tugged at Cin’s hair, urging him away and up his body. He captured the man’s mouth, licking his tongue and trying to taste his own cum. He nipped at Cin’s lip and tasted blood. His fangs were at full glory. Like a shark in the water, his mate’s blood threw Jonathan into a frenzy. The madness wouldn’t subside.

“I want inside you. Let me inside.” Even to Jonathan’s ears, he sounded crazed. Neither Cin nor Niall hesitated to give Jonathan everything he needed. They shifted positions. With Cin’s face down and ass up, Jonathan buried himself inside Cin, even as Niall fucked him. They’d gotten good at this. With his dick buried root deep in Cin’s ass, Jonathan sank his fangs in the man’s neck. His mate’s blood filled his mouth, bringing the first ounce of sanity back to Jonathan. The pull on his cock felt more like pleasure and less like necessity. Then Niall bit him, stealing Jonathan’s blood. The room steadied. His pace slowed.

Reaching over his head, Jonathan held Niall’s dark hair, pushing back against him before sinking into Cin. He chose their pace, rocking slower with each pump of his hips. They were one. Connected in heart, body, and soul. These were the mates fate had chosen for him. He would’ve chosen them without help from the universe. Love replaced the insanity.

“Damn,” Jonathan breathed, licking Cin’s nape. “I love you both, so much. Two weeks is too long to be apart.”

“Aye,” Cin breathed.