CHAPTER FOUR: KIT

KIT JERKED his head up as Connie thrust, looking for friction for his cock. Then he grabbed a handful of Kit’s hair again and yanked his head toward his cock.

The slight pain sent tingles racing through Kit’s body. Oh, he liked that. Smirking, Kit lowered his head and swallowed Connie’s cock as he pushed yet another finger into Connie’s tight ass. He scissored them open, spreading and loosening Connie’s hole.

Panting, Kit tried to rein in his desire. His cock ached from lack of attention.

He slowly moved his fingers in and out, then he sucked Connie’s cock back down. Hudson had been playing with Kit’s hole, but he must’ve sensed through the bond Kit’s need.

He slowly—so slowly Kit could have screamed—pushed a lubed finger back inside, moving it in and out.

There was no burn this time, but Kit needed more. He sent annoyance and desperation through the bond. He had no idea if he could actually direct his feelings, but he was more than willing to try.

Connie moaned.

Hudson growled.

Suddenly those fingers were not quite as gentle. They moved in and out more urgently, hitting his hot spot. Kit sucked Connie harder as he closed his eyes.

Fireworks went off behind his closed lids. Electricity raced through his veins as Hudson pegged his prostate. He groaned and thrust his cock against Connie’s leg, leaving a wet kiss behind.

Hudson continued to stretch him while he bobbed up and down on Connie’s dick. His eyes flew open when Hudson spread his fingers, opening him more.

“I’m going to fuck you so good. Going to make you scream,” Hudson grumbled in his dragon’s deep voice.

Connie stiffened on the bed. “Fuck, I love that sound. Going to come.”

“Do it,” Hudson snarled. “ Now .”

Kit swallowed desperately as his mouth was flooded, and Connie swore as Kit sucked every drop.

Kit had barely raised his head when Hudson pulled his fingers from Kit’s ass, then jerked him upright.

Kit’s head swam when Hudson scooped him up in a bridal carry. “W-what…?”

“Come, Connie,” Hudson tossed over his shoulder as he strode out of the bedroom with Kit in his arms.

“Already did.” Connie snickered even as he rolled to his feet.

“Get lube too.”

“On it,” he said, following them.

Kit’s head was spinning. What the hell was going on?

Hudson dropped Kit on the ottoman in their living area, and Kit finally figured out the program.

Connie tossed the lube to Hudson, who caught it. As he passed by the table where the wine bottle sat, he picked it up.

Kit’s eyes widened. “Okay, just a minute, now.”

Connie laughed as he joined them, then held out the bottle. “Drink. I know you don’t really enjoy the taste of come, and get your mind out of the gutter.”

Kit blew out a relieved breath. “Well, I never know with you two. That would be something I would definitely have to work up to.”

Connie shivered. “By the Flames, the things you say.”

“Well, guess you weren’t kidding about getting hard again quickly,” Kit pointed out before he chugged the wine. He knew they were capable of it, but it still surprised him each and every time.

Connie rubbed his hand over his face. “Can you blame me? You’re talking about taking that wine bottle and doing things with it that made me think about double penetration.”

Hudson rumbled happily.

“I’m not saying no. I’m saying we’ll talk about that later. But not right now.” Kit lay back on the ottoman. “So? Who’s doing what?”

“That mouth is mine.” Hudson kneeled on the ottoman.

Kit wiggled around until his head was hanging off the side, then licked his lips.

Smoke trailed from Hudson’s nostrils as he tapped his cock against Kit’s lips.

“Then your ass is mine.” Connie stepped between Kit’s legs, squirted lube on his fingers, and covered his cock.

Kit pulled his knees up to his chest, but Connie grabbed them and let them rest on his shoulders.

Opening his mouth, Kit waited for Hudson’s hard, veiny flesh to slide past his lips.

Connie placed the head of his cock at Kit’s entrance, rubbing it across his hole, teasing him and spreading the lube around. Frantic little moans burst forth from Kit as Connie pushed inside.

Kit writhed on the ottoman, urging him on. Connie continued to push, using a little more pressure, until that fat head popped inside. Kit whined around Hudson’s cock. Connie grasped Kit’s cock, stroking him, filling him perfectly.

Kit redoubled his attention on Hudson. Connie eased in, then pulled out, only to press in farther the next time. The head of that thick cock stretched him as it eased deeper inside with each gentle push.

Connie shifted his hips and pressed against Kit’s hot spot. With a startled groan, Kit pushed back against Connie, seating him all the way. Pleasure exploded, dimming Kit’s mind.

“Yeah?” Connie growled.

Kit nodded since his mouth was full.

Connie moved as he jacked Kit’s cock. Hudson thrust his hips, feeding Kit his cock. Kit grabbed the sides of the ottoman and held on for dear life as his mates controlled his pleasure and fucked him.

Each of Connie’s thrusts nailed his hot spot. The faster Connie drove into Kit, the closer Kit got, then when he was right there, Connie slowed down, his thrusts becoming gentler and shorter.

Once Kit backed off from the edge, Connie started those long, hard thrusts again, throwing Kit back to the precipice. This was hot, sweaty, with a hard edge of possession to it.

Now he knew what being fucked through the mattress meant, and he loved it. Each time Connie bottomed out, he grunted. Kit wanted to yell from the pleasure coursing through him, but he had Hudson halfway down his throat. He lost track of time as his mates loved on him.

“So sexy. So good,” Connie groaned as he fucked into Kit. “Come, mate. Come for us.”

Hudson roared as he came.

“You’re so tight, going to make me come,” Connie whispered.

Connie thrust a few more times, then froze, buried balls deep. He groaned as he came too.

Connie’s orgasm triggered Kit’s, and he shot into Connie’s hand. He came so hard everything grayed out for a moment. They stayed like that, locked together, until Connie softened and slipped out and gently eased Kit’s legs down onto the ottoman. Kit let Hudson’s cock fall free and Hudson dropped to his knees, kissing Kit.

“Well, damn, that’s hot,” Connie whispered tiredly.

Hudson finished the kiss and sat back. Kit lay sprawled on the ottoman, breathing hard. He could just imagine what a sight he was.

Then Connie pulled Kit up and wrapped his arms around him. He didn’t say anything, but Kit could feel the emotions sparking along the bond from both of them—contentment, affection, happiness, and a shining spark of something that was new. Gaura had hinted at it, but Kit wasn’t sure he was ready to say it.

Hudson settled on the ottoman next to Kit, the wine bottle held out. Snickering, Kit took it and swallowed a hefty gulp.

“Ready for bed?” Hudson asked, his voice normal once again.

“I think we all are,” Kit said.

While they got ready for bed, Kit ducked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth quickly, then joined them. Hudson spooned Connie, who spooned Kit.

Moonlight filled their bedroom, and Kit smiled as he drifted off to sleep.

KIT’S EYES flew open, his heart hammering. Dammit to hell and back, he’d had that stupid dream again, the one where he was about to be engulfed by fire, but not just any fire—dragon fire.

There had been yelling, threats, and fear… and then he stared into the maw of a red dragon. A huge red fireball grew in size at the back of the dragon’s throat before it busted out of its mouth toward Kit.

But before the flames hit him, he woke up, as usual.

He had no idea why he was dreaming of fire and dragons, but it didn’t bode well for any of them. Just like the last time, his terror had awakened Hudson and Connie, thanks to the bond. And just like last time, there wasn’t really anything Hudson or Connie could do.

It was only a dream, but Kit knew Hudson and Connie were annoyed. Not with him, of course. The aggravation was because they couldn’t threaten or kill what was disturbing Kit.

WEDNESDAY MORNING arrived bright and early, as usual. The dream was a foggy remnant that lurked on the edge of Kit’s brain.

He walked out of the closet, tucking his white shirt inside his jeans. Grabbing the matching jacket, he strolled into the living area. Connie sat on the couch, staring at his phone and looking sexy in a dark blue suit.

“Good morning,” Kit said.

Connie glanced up, a distracted look on his face, then his eyes widened.

Grinning, Kit turned in a slow circle. “You like?”

“You better believe I like.”

The jeans were definitely unique. The denim was dark and medium blue twisted into something like a braid or a figure eight in the front, and the open spaces were sheer panels.

“I can literally see patches of your skin peeking through,” Connie mumbled, staring.

“Yup. Pretty cool, aren’t they?” Kit wore a denim pair of ankle boots with the jeans. He held up the jacket. “And it matches too.”

“I had no idea blue jeans could look so sexy.” Hudson stepped into the room, his suit jacket slung over his arm. He tossed it on the couch and approached Kit. “You look lovely.”

Kit had French braided his hair, and since pearls were on his mind so much, that was the jewelry he wore around his throat, wrists, and in his ears. “Why, thank you. Black really does look good on you.”

Connie stood up, walked over to Kit, and kissed his cheek. “You take my breath away, as usual. Sorry if I sounded a tad bit possessive a second ago.”

“I would rather you sound possessive than disinterested,” Kit admitted. “And can I just say how sexy the both of you look in your expensive suits? I love the color blue on you, Connie. I take it you’re going into the city to work today?”

“Yes. Do you have plans for lunch?” Hudson asked.

“Oh. Unfortunately, yes. Beckett and I are going out to lunch with Austin and Denisha. Austin’s doing a book signing on the eighteenth, so they’re dropping some stuff off for that.”

“Tell Austin we said hi,” Connie said. “We’ll catch you for lunch another time.”

“Sounds good. Are we ready to go to breakfast?” Kit asked.

“Absolutely,” Connie said, rubbing his rumbling belly. Snickering, Kit led them from their quarters to where Hudson’s court gathered for breakfast.

Beckett was already there when they arrived, as were several of Hudson’s inner court. Lanny, Austin’s agent, was also there. She and Kit discussed specifics about the signing as they ate.

Kit understood all the questions she directed his way, of course. The last time Austin had stopped by the bookstore, it was because Nox, masquerading as Kit, had lured him there and attacked him. It was why Denisha and Beckett were also going to lunch with them. They were basically bodyguards.

How his life had changed.

Beckett checked his watch and glanced at Kit. “Are you about ready to leave?”

“I am. I’ll meet you by your vehicle in a couple of minutes.”

“Don’t be late,” Beckett shot back as he stood. “I’ve heard the boss can be a real pain.”

“Good thing I have an in with him, huh?” Kit joked. “Seriously, though, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“No rush.” Beckett waved as he left the table.

Kit followed Hudson and Connie from the communal eating area to their quarters. Both of them had left their suit jackets there. After they grabbed those, they escorted Kit to Beckett.

Hudson opened the passenger door for Kit. “See you this evening.”

Kit kissed Hudson, then Connie, before getting inside. “See you this evening. Have a good day.”

“Bye.”

“See you soon.”

Kit sat down, and Hudson shut the door. Once he’d buckled up, Beckett drove off.

THE MORNING went pretty fast. Around eleven, Denisha and Austin showed up. Sunlight poured through the windows, filling the space with a warm glow and highlighting specks of dust floating in the air.

Denisha stood by the entrance, her eyes scanning the street outside while Austin, Kit, and Beckett carried inside the things Austin would need for the signing.

Kit’s bookstore was cozy and quaint, with shelves lined with colorful books stacked neatly. The boxes they carried were heavy, filled with books and supplies. Beckett’s muscles bulged as he lifted the boxes with ease.

Kit rolled his eyes when Beckett winked at him. Dragon strength was a real thing.

The chatter of morning birds filled the air, accompanied by the low hum of passing cars as they finished up. Once everything was inside, they all went to Kit’s office. They sat around a large table, discussing plans and ideas while surrounded by piles of books and paperwork.

After about an hour, they left for lunch. They ate at Rafferty’s, a popular place not too terribly far from Kit’s bookstore.

Although the company was excellent, and the food was superb as usual, Kit couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. His gaze darted around the restaurant, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever was giving him this uneasy feeling.

And he wasn’t alone—he could see Denisha and Beckett also scanning the room with wary eyes, their bodies tense and ready for any threat, although nothing was said.

At least, not until they were outside and walking to the vehicles. The sun glinted off the nearby cars, casting streaks of light onto the pavement.

People bustled around them, some talking on their phones or hailing a taxi. Denisha’s head was constantly turning, her eyes scanning their surroundings. Beckett mirrored her actions, his body alert.

Denisha said something quietly to Beckett, the words barely audible in the busy street. Beckett’s murmured response added a sense of tension and caution.

As luck would have it, they’d parked next to each other. Once everybody was safely in their vehicles, Denisha and Austin pulled off.

“I’m sorry about ruining lunch,” Kit said quietly as they returned to the bookstore.

“You didn’t ruin anything, my friend.”

“Didn’t I? We didn’t see anyone threatening, and nothing happened. It was just probably some homophobe staring at me because of the way I look and dress.”

Beckett checked the rearview mirror and then looked out the window as he made a right-hand turn. “Don’t ignore your instincts, Kit. Never do that. Someone followed us yesterday. Don’t ever ignore your instincts.”

Kit bit his lip. “You’re right. I did feel like I was being watched, even though I didn’t see anybody.”

“I didn’t smell hunters, but there were so many humans and other paranormals in there, along with the scent of cooking food and alcohol, it could’ve easily been covered up.”

“Do you think it could have been Don?” Kit asked, blurting out what he’d been thinking.

“I don’t know, but I discount nothing. Here’s another thought—it might not have had anything to do with you at all. Austin is Kage’s mate, after all. Lennox might be targeting you, but Kage is indirectly responsible for Nox being killed,” Beckett reminded Kit.

“Or it could have been a homophobe.”

“Yes, it very well could have been. Or maybe someone didn’t like that there was a Black woman sitting with a white man. Who knows? But you felt uncomfortable, and we all picked up on it. That’s all that matters,” Beckett said. “As soon as we get back to the bookstore, I’m calling Hudson.”

Kit didn’t volunteer to do it because he was too busy watching the side mirror. “Please make sure to tell him that I’m okay and nothing happened.”

“Of course.”

“And that they can’t just drop work and come running every time I get an itch between the shoulder blades.”

“Again, don’t ignore that itch, but they probably won’t, although they may show up when it comes time to leave,” Beckett admitted. “In fact, they probably will. There is safety in numbers. Besides, your bookstore is warded. No one with ill intent can get inside.”

“That’s right.” How in the world Kit had forgotten that, he didn’t know. His apartment had been too, but he broke his lease when he mated with Connie and Hudson.

“I’m serious, Kit. Don’t downplay this.”

“I know, and I won’t.”