25. Adam

Chapter twenty-five

Adam

I watch the play of expressions cross Sam's face. He's conflicted, and I get it, but I also really, really want him to give in.

He wants us. Both of us. Drew does, too, already shaking with need. I stroke my fingers down his side, and he shivers again. Absolutely delicious. My mouth waters with the desire to taste him.

"Maybe he's right," Drew says when the silence has gone on for too long. "Maybe we shouldn't—"

I lean up and suck his earlobe, and he lets out a strangled sound that goes straight to my cock. "Don't make it easy for him," I murmur, aware that Sam can hear me. There's an amused glint to his eye, now, as he watches us. "Go after what you want, little wolf."

Drew's next breath is shaky. Sam grasps his chin in one hand and pulls him down, their lips sliding together easily. Drew melts into his touch, and despite all his strength, I know he'll let Sam move him where he likes. I kiss down Drew's throat, ignoring the habitual urge to dig my teeth in, and tug on his T-shirt to reveal the smooth skin of his shoulder.

"One night," Sam says, breathing hard, and I lift my head.

"What?"

"One. Night." His words are firm, jaw set, and I push my disappointment aside. "We just… We just need to get this out of our systems, right?"

I suppress a snort. Yeah, I don't believe that any more than he does, but when I look into Drew's face, he's taking it seriously. It doesn't matter. For now, I need them. I need them to keep me from spiralling, to keep me from worrying about my future, and Lucien's, too.

"That okay with you, Drew?" Sam asks.

Drew bites the inside of his cheek but nods. We'll talk it through in the morning—whenever, just not now. I turn Drew's face to mine and kiss him again, pressing closer until I know the hard line of my cock is digging into his hip. One big arm sweeps around my waist and Sam is there, too, nimble fingers sliding under my T-shirt and his teeth scraping down my throat.

"Bedroom," Sam breathes against my skin. "Both of you. Now."

I'm not one to argue with a sensible idea, but it's something more than that. Sam's urgent tone sends a spark down my spine, but Drew's reaction is spectacular. He whimpers, nods, and practically trips over himself in an attempt to do as he's told.

Sam grins and takes his hand, and I chuckle as I press up against his back. Our precious wolf. Our bossy mage.

Fuck, I'm going to make them mine. I don't care what it takes.

We tumble into Sam's bedroom, and he manages to flick a light on before I turn and push Drew up against the door. Sam is at my back, fingers toying with the button on my jeans, and Drew pants when I kiss down his throat, digging my teeth in just enough to leave a mark.

It'll fade, I know, but the satisfaction that blooms in my chest when I lift my head and see it makes my cock jerk again.

Drew stares at me, eyes so dark they're almost entirely black. His large chest rises and falls as he sucks in heaving breaths. Sam rests his chin on my shoulder and looks up at him.

I frown when I see Drew's hands are pressed against the door, too. Does he not want to…? I reach out and take hold of one, stroking my thumb over his knuckles.

"Drew?"

"I-I just—"

"Tell us," Sam says. He's as hard as I am, from what I can feel against my arse, but he sounds much more composed.

"You both—I know you already—" Drew swallows and closes his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them, his expression is a little steadier. "You want each other, right? I'm…"

"We want you, too," I say, then shake my head when I realise I'm speaking for me and Sam. "I mean, I know I do, and Sam—"

"I want to climb you like a fucking tree," Sam bites out, and Drew's mouth drops open. "When I had you out on that sofa, I wanted—I wanted—"

He lets out a little growl, one that shouldn't be as hot as it is, and my grip on Drew's hand tightens. "What did you want, baby?" I ask, turning my head to catch Sam's eye.

His returning glance is amused, sliding into that sudden intensity when he looks at Drew again. "I wanted to make you scream for me. I wanted to make you beg."

Drew whimpers. I swallow a sound that threatens to rise in my own throat and pull him forwards instead, away from the door. When I press my face against his throat, he shudders. "That what you want?" I murmur, and my tongue flicks out to lick over his pulse point. His heart pounds, the rush of his blood filling my ears. "Is it?"

"Y-Yes."

"You want us both, too, right?"

"Yes."

"Good boy." Drew clutches at my shoulder and I grin, nipping the skin beneath my lips before I move, pulling Drew back with us. Sam slides around me, to Drew's other side, and I make a disgruntled noise when he turns Drew towards him.

"You'll get your turn," Sam says, one haughty eyebrow raised, and I laugh. The laugh dies off when Sam kisses Drew, hands threading through his hair, and it takes me a moment to remember what I'm supposed to be doing.

I press up against Drew's back, shoving my hands up under his T-shirt. He gasps when my fingers skid over the soft curve of his stomach, then again when I move higher, squeezing his pecs. There's solid muscle beneath, I can feel it, but I like this layer too, this give and cushion beneath my hands.

I move back when Sam tugs on the hem of Drew's T-shirt and their mouths part long enough for Sam to strip the offending garment off and toss it aside. I grab Drew by the hips and turn him, and we fall into our own kiss. He's so warm, and the pine and earth scent of him fills my nose. Drew bites my lower lip. I swallow his faint growl and blink up at him when he stops kissing me.

"Wha—"

Sam's already there, teeth digging into Drew's shoulder. Drew tips his head back, and fuck, that flush spreads all the way down his neck and his ample chest. I slide my tongue down his throat, teasing his collarbone with my teeth before I duck my head lower.

Drew cries out when I suck one of his nipples into my mouth. I go to lift my head, but Sam is quicker, hand tangling in my hair to hold me in place. "Harder," he says, and I suck again. I'm so hard it hurts, my underwear sticky with pre-cum, but I'll tease Drew all night if that's what it takes.

Sam, too. I haven't forgotten about him, no matter how in charge he thinks he is of what's happening.

I take Drew's other nipple between my thumb and forefinger, tugging and rolling. His every other breath is a whine, a plea, and fuck, I think he could come from just this, which is probably the hottest fucking thing I've ever experienced.

But no. Call me greedy, but I want more. I tap the back of Sam's hand, and he lets go, though he watches as I kiss lower, lips moving over Drew's stomach and lower—

"I want to suck your cock," I say, and Drew's eyes widen even as his dick visibly jerks underneath his jogging bottoms. I haven't seen it yet, but he looks big, nice and thick in a way I always enjoy. Sam teases the nipple I was sucking, lips still moving over Drew's shoulder.

"I—" Drew says, then cuts himself off with a hard swallow.

I'm not quite on my knees yet, so I lower myself and then sit back on my heels, frowning up at him. "Drew? What is it?"

"I just—"

"You have done this before, right?"

More than anything, my concern seems to even Drew out. He laughs quietly, rolling his eyes. "Yes, I have… Done this, yes."

"Had your cock sucked?" Sam asks. Yeah, it's not escaped either of our notice how prim our little wolf can be. Drew's cheeks flame again, but he nods.

"And the other way, too."

I grin. "And the rest?"

"Oh my God," Drew mutters. He covers his face with his hands. "Yes, I've had sex before, okay?"

Sam snorts and I laugh, tugging the waistband of his jogging bottoms and letting them snap back against his skin. "Just checking. Wouldn't want to blow your mind too hard."

"Dickhead," Sam says. He leans up to kiss Drew's cheek. "You think you're that good?"

I grin and give Sam a slow once-over. "Oh, baby, I bet I can show you a thing or two."

Drew makes a choked sound, and Sam huffs a laugh, so I take that as my cue. I lean in, kissing over Drew's lower belly, slowly tugging his jogging bottoms lower and lower. He groans when I lick over his hip. I sit back again and glance up—Sam has a hand around Drew's throat and is kissing along his jaw. Fuck. I can't let myself be distracted.

The next tug on Drew's jogging bottoms has his cock springing free. My mouth waters at the sight of him. He's long and thick and so wet at the head that I can't help myself. I sneak a taste, my tongue flicking over his slit, and Drew moans, hips jerking forwards.

"No underwear, little wolf?" I slide my hands up his thighs. Drew flushes again.

"I—"

"Fucking get on with it," Sam growls.

I take Drew's cock in a loose grip, stroking him slowly. "Why, so I can ruin you, too?"

Sam nips Drew's shoulder and lets go of his throat to tangle his fingers in my hair. His grip is just this side of painful, and my cock perks up again. "No. Once you've sucked Drew off, I'm going to shove him down on the bed and fuck his thighs." Fucking hell. I reach down and grab my cock through my jeans. Drew's hips snap forward in my grip. "That what you want, sweetheart?" Sam murmurs in Drew's ear.

Drew nods. "Yes. Please, yes."

Sam tugs my hair, pulling me closer to Drew's cock. "Come on, then. Get on with it."

I manage one final laugh before I suck the head of Drew's cock into my mouth. His thigh trembles under my hand and I groan at the taste of him, so much stronger than I was expecting. They're kissing above me—I can hear it, but I don't bother looking. No, I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on this one task, on the way Drew's cock stretches my jaw, on the mewling little sounds he's making into Sam's mouth.

His balls are heavy when I roll them in my palm and I suck hard again, swallowing pre-cum that bursts, bitter, on my tongue. He can't stop himself moving, tiny jerks of his hips, and I don't try to slow him. We're going to do this again. We have to do this again because I want Drew to hold me down himself, to fuck my throat until tears stream down my face and I come without touching my own cock.

"That's it," I hear Sam murmur. I don't know what he's doing, but Drew cries out, and his hips jerk harder, choking me just a little.

"No, I—" He tries to pull back, but I clamp my hands around his hips, opening my eyes to glare up at him. Sam's hand is still in my hair. He pulls me closer, and when Drew's cock hits the back of my throat, I moan.

"Oh, I'm going to—Adam, please…"

Yes. Yes, I want it. I suck harder, still teasing Drew's balls, and my fingers drift back further, one pressing against his hole—

Drew's cry is aborted, whole body shaking as he comes, unloading himself down my throat. I hold him in place as I swallow every drop, my cock throbbing at the look of pleasure on his face. Sam watches him too, as mesmerised as I am.

When he's done, I pull off, giving him a lingering lick to savour the taste of him. Drew's legs tremble and Sam grins, ushering him over to the bed. I'm still on my knees.

"Get undressed," Sam says. "Now."

I snort and drag my T-shirt over my head, uncaring where it falls. Sam pushes Drew onto the bed on his back, then steps back to remove his own clothes. I've got the button undone on my jeans, but I pause, happy to watch.

He shrugs off the black silk shirt he's wearing and when he turns, I trace the lines of his tattoos in the lamplight. Sam's lithe, sure, but I see toned muscles too, and I watch the play of them as he unfastens his trousers and pushes them to the floor.

He's wearing the smallest black briefs beneath, and I'm half-tempted to tell him to leave them on. Drew looks to be in much the same state as I am, his eyes wide and breath caught in his chest as he watches Sam strip. Sam turns slightly, and the lamplight outlines the bulge in his briefs, his cock trapped by the meagre fabric.

I lean forward before I can help myself, but Sam just snorts and tucks his thumbs in the waistband. "I told you to get undressed," he says.

Fuck. I don't move until he pushes his briefs down and kicks them away, his cock jutting out obscenely. My mouth waters again. Drew leans up on his elbows, eyes hungry as they roam over both of us.

When Sam climbs onto the bed, I unfasten my jeans, shoving them down and away. I'm so preoccupied with getting undressed quickly that I don't notice they've stopped to watch me until I look up.

I swallow hard. Sam's straddling Drew's hips and they're both looking at me, expressions equally hungry. I shiver. What can they see? I've always been pale; becoming a vampire just exacerbated that. I'm not as built as Drew, not as slim and pretty as Sam.

They both read me well, though. Drew makes a quiet sound, leaning in to nuzzle the side of Sam's throat, and Sam's expression softens. He holds out a hand. "Come here."

I take it and he pulls me forward, kissing my chest when I'm close enough. I shiver at the touch of his lips, so warm against my skin.

"You're gorgeous," Sam murmurs and kisses my sternum. He looks between me and Drew. "Both of you."

Drew opens and closes his mouth. "Sam—"

"I know." Sam rolls his eyes a little self-deprecatingly. "I know, I—"

I take his face in my hands and kiss him soundly. "You're exquisite," I murmur against his mouth. "Perfect. Our vicious, clever little mage."

Sam's heart races, and for a moment, he's without words. He yanks me down and kisses me, biting my lip so hard I gasp. "Sam…"

"Get on the bed."

We all move, Sam climbing off Drew to settle at his back. There's hardly room for the three of us, but I'm sure we'll make it work. Sam peppers kisses across Drew's shoulders and Drew clutches at my hips, pulling me so close our chests press together.

His hands move over me almost reverently. They're so big and gloriously warm against my skin. He maps the freckles that scatter down my arms and I squirm when his fingertips trace my ribs, finding all my ticklish spots.

Sam teases one of Drew's nipples again and Drew's breath hitches. "Lift your thigh for me, sweetheart," Sam murmurs.

Drew does as he's told. Just a little, and then Sam's cock slides between his legs, the head bumping against his surely sensitive balls.

"Squeeze tight," I say. "Imagine what he'll feel like inside you."

Maybe it's the wrong thing to say. Sam's clearly not planning on fucking him tonight. It doesn't matter, though. They both groan and Sam's hips jerk forwards, pre-cum slicking the tight channel between Drew's legs. Drew's already starting to stiffen again, so I stroke him slowly, grinning when he shivers.

"Perks of being a wolf, hmm?"

Drew groans and chokes out a laugh. "Same for you?"

He's never fucked a vampire, then. I'm not jealous of anyone he's been with before—there's no point—but it's good to know. I can't bite him, but he needs to know I'll feel the urge to.

Though maybe he's feeling it too, if the way he's eyeing my throat is any indication.

"Yeah," I say. Sam's breathing hard now, fingers digging in wherever he can reach. "Our mage doesn't have the same benefits, I guess."

Sam huffs a laugh, and from the way Drew moans, I think Sam's biting him. I stroke Drew's cock again.

"Don't need to worry about me," Sam says. He's breathing hard and I prop myself up on an elbow so I can watch him. Sweat prickles his hairline, and the mascara he was wearing earlier has smudged, but fuck if he doesn't look perfect.

"Oh yeah?"

Magic tingles over my skin. Drew feels it too; he stiffens and then jerks his cock into my grip.

Sam grins. "Yeah."

Fuck. I melt onto the bed again, kissing Drew, trying to line our cocks up in my fist. I can't quite do it, though, and Drew kisses the corner of my mouth before he bats my hand aside. When his grip tightens around us, I groan, and Sam echoes it.

"Tighter," Sam hisses, and I assume he's talking about Drew squeezing his thighs together, but instead, Drew tightens his grip. I choke out another moan, staring up into his face. He's hard again, his shaft pressing against mine, feeling monstrously huge. Fuuuck. I don't know if Drew prefers to top or bottom; all I know is that I want him inside me at some point. I don't care if I have to ride him—hell, I'd love that. He can watch me as I—

"What are you thinking?" Drew murmurs. Sam huffs behind him, his hips snapping forward so hard now that the whole bed shakes. I'm no better, thrusting up into Drew's grip.

"I want—I want—" I growl and kiss Drew again, only pulling back when I realise my fangs are down and I'm in danger of making him bleed. Surely a drop wouldn't hurt? "I want you inside me."

Drew's eyes flare wide, and Sam swears into his shoulder. He's got to be close now, what with the way he's shaking and clinging to Drew's back.

"Fuck," I hiss when Drew's hand tightens around us again. His grip is almost painful. It's perfect. "Not tonight, baby. Not ever, if you don't want—"

"I do," Drew says and seems as surprised as I am that he's said it.

His other hand clamps onto the back of my head and he kisses me again, apparently as uncaring of my fangs as I am. I'm careful to force them away, though, and Drew twists his wrist and Sam groans long and low, and then I'm coming harder than I have in years.

Harder than I have ever, maybe.

Cum bursts from the end of my cock, coating Drew's hand and shaft and stomach. It mixes with what Sam's left on his thighs, and Sam kisses his shoulder, eyes shining as he pants.

Drew's still hard. I bite his lower lip hard enough that he yelps. "Come on, baby," I say. "Do it. Come all over me. I want it."

Drew searches my face and Sam reaches over, shoving Drew's hand aside to work his shaft himself.

"Be a good boy, now," he murmurs, and Drew quakes. "Adam told you what to do. You want to do as you're told, right?"

Fucking fuck. I think my brain's melting. That's definitely something we should talk about and I'm sure it shouldn't be as hot as it is, but Drew—his mouth falls open and he squeezes his eyes shut and when he comes, it hits my hip and stomach as Sam milks every last drop from him.

Drew pushes Sam's hand away when he's too sensitive and Sam laughs, tugging until Drew rolls onto his back. They kiss slowly, one of Sam's hands firmly on the side of Drew's neck, and then Sam reaches for me, too. My fangs are back, and Sam teases them with his tongue. There's no danger in his blood, but there is magic, and I think that might be the same thing.

I flop down beside Drew and then, because I can, I lean in and lick a stripe up his throat. Where a human might squirm and move away, he groans, tipping his head back to expose more of his skin. Sam watches, eyes glittering. Does he see what a precious gift we've been given?

Drew turns his head, seeking a kiss, and I oblige, humming when our lips slide together. My mind is clearer than it's been all night, and when thoughts rise of Lazarus and what happened tonight, I push them firmly aside.

Sam sits up and frowns. "Let me get something to clean up."

Now that he's mentioned it, I grimace at the sticky wetness on my stomach. Drew doesn't move an inch. He watches Sam slip out of the room, still entirely naked, and once Sam's out of sight, he looks at me again.

"You okay?" I murmur. We need to strip the bed, still, if we're going to sleep in it, but I could wait here all night for his reply.

Drew's smile is small at first, but when I return it, his widens, colour flooding his cheeks. "Better than okay," he whispers. "I-I never thought…" His words trail off, a frown crossing his face, and I grab the back of his neck, pulling him in until our foreheads press together.

"I wasn't lying when I said I want you," I say. "Neither was Sam. I know he said one night, but—"

"But?"

I huff a laugh and wink, and we kiss again, Drew's hands big and sure on my hips.

Sam clears his throat behind us, and we both jump apart, surprised by his reappearance. Neither of us heard him come back in, but there's no panic in my chest at that realisation. Sam will keep us safe. We can keep each other safe.

"C'mon," he says, a laugh in his voice. "Up you get."

I clamber off the bed, grabbing Drew's hands to help him to his feet. Sam wipes me down first, the flannel warm, and when he turns to Drew, I quickly strip the bed. I glance over and his hands are wandering, but I can't blame him for that. Drew grabs Sam's face and kisses him, and I laugh, rummaging through drawers until I find another set of sheets.

By the time I've made the bed again, Drew is panting against Sam's throat, but Sam just runs his hands through Drew's hair, pressing a quick kiss to his nose. "That's it, little wolf. Time for bed."

Drew huffs. "Get in, then."

I pause, frowning, but Drew doesn't budge. He crosses his arms over his chest, unselfconscious now that he has a mission, and Sam trails his fingers over my shoulders, dropping the flannel on the bedside table. "You heard him," he says.

"But I…" The bed is pressed up against the wall, which means Drew will be closest to the door. I'm sure Drew can protect us, wolf as he is, and besides, it's not like anyone will get through Sam's wards, but still—

"Get in, Adam," Sam murmurs. He leans up, lips to my ear. "Give our wolf what he needs."

Our wolf. I want that. I swallow and nod, and when my back is against the wall, I lift an arm and wait for Sam to snuggle in close. He does, throwing his thigh over my hip, and then Drew follows him, lying on his right side so he's facing the two of us.

I've got enough reach that I can run my fingers down his side, and I watch his eyes slowly droop.

Just one night. I look down at Sam. His eyes are closed, but I know he's not asleep, not yet. He's wrapped around me, but Drew has an arm around his waist and Sam is holding on to it, holding on to him.

We'll have more than just tonight. I'll make sure of it.