42. Adam

Chapter forty-two

Adam

I lift Sam off Drew's lap, grabbing his arse and squeezing before we both haul Drew to his feet. Drew kisses Sam, then me, and then we're stumbling into Sam's room, and I've never been more thankful that we have the entire flat to ourselves.

Once inside, I take Sam's face in my hands and kiss him deeply. Drew presses up behind him, fingers working to deftly unbutton his shirt. I feel his hands lower, where we're pressed together, and when he reaches the waistband of Sam's jeans, Sam murmurs, "Yes, yes," into my mouth.

Fuck. I need another set of hands. I shove Sam's shirt off his shoulders as Drew's hand dips into his jeans. Sam gasps, head tipping back to rest on Drew's shoulder. Sam's not small, but Drew's hands are big, and the head of his cock pokes through whenever he slides back down to the base again.

I fight the urge to get to my knees and beg Drew to stroke him off onto my face. Time for that later. For now, I bite one of Sam's nipples, then, when he hisses, the other. His hand threads through my hair, tugging my head back, and the bite of pain goes straight to my cock.

"Tease."

"It's not teasing if you know I'm a sure thing, baby."

Sam rolls his eyes, but he kisses me anyway, even if I laugh against his mouth. Drew huffs a laugh of his own, and when I pull away from Sam, I stretch up to kiss him, breath catching at the easy movements of his lips beneath my own.

We can have this. No. We have this. No matter what else we need to talk about, what else needs to be done, we have each other.

"Drew," Sam whines. "Fuck, I'm gonna—"

Drew doesn't stop moving his hand. I tease Sam's nipples, kissing down his neck, and when my fangs descend, I scrape them over his skin.

Sam shivers, bucking into Drew's grip. Drew sucks a mark just below his jaw, a growl building in his throat and rumbling through the three of us, and Sam comes with a little cry, spilling over Drew's hand. The scent of his arousal is heady, and I groan, my own hips jerking against his leg.

Sam pouts when Drew lifts his head and looks at him. I take a step back and tug off my shirt, tossing it aside as Sam puts his hands on his hips, glaring up at Drew.

"I didn't wanna—"

Drew kisses him. Hard. One hand comes up to cup the back of Sam's head and Sam clutches at his shoulders, gasping into Drew's mouth.

I rub over the bulge in my jeans. Fuck, they're hot together. Drew pushes Sam backwards, but Sam holds on, and they both tumble onto the bed, Drew still on top. I chuckle, content to watch for now. Our bond burns with lust—Sam's is sated the tiniest amount, since he's just come, but mine and Drew's is almost enough to overwhelm me.

I kick off my jeans and shove off my underwear. I could watch all night, and I'm sure that's something we'll try at some point, but for now, I need to touch. "Get undressed," I say as I climb onto the bed beside them.

Drew sits up and I pick up the kiss with Sam where he's left off. Sam bites my lower lip, grabbing at my neck to pull me down against him. He's still wearing his jeans, and between us, we get them off and I toss them behind me.

Something clatters to the floor.

"Sugar," Drew mutters.

"What's broken?" Sam blinks blearily into the room and I snort, biting at his throat again.

"Get back here, Drew," I say, my fingers dancing along the length of Sam's spent cock. He gasps and jerks but pushes me aside so we can watch Drew finish getting undressed.

Yeah, this is a good idea. Sam presses up against my back, hands smoothing over my skin as Drew shoves down his jeans and then his underwear. He pauses when he realises we're watching him, hands twitching like he's suddenly self-conscious.

He shouldn't be. He's big and broad, so much skin I itch to sink my teeth into. Well, maybe I shouldn't do that, but I can mark him up anyway, make it clear to anyone who so much as glances at him that he belongs to us.

Drew groans, eyes fluttering like he knows just what I'm thinking, and I wonder what he's picked up through the bond. Sam kisses the back of my neck.

"And here I thought wolves were the possessive ones," he whispers in my ear.

We both move when Drew approaches the bed, which really isn't big enough for the three of us. I kiss him, one hand on his chest to pin him to the mattress, and Sam's hands move over my arse, squeezing before his fingers dance inwards to ghost over my hole.

Drew pants when our lips part, and his thick cock is lovely and hard, drooling against his stomach. I drag him closer—he really is on the edge. Sam makes a disgruntled sound when he has to shift back against the wall, and I laugh.

"What is it?" Drew asks.

"Need another bed," I say before I lower my head and suck one of his nipples into my mouth. Sam bites my shoulder, lazily rutting against my back. He's not hard again. Not yet.

"W-What?"

I lift my head, then exchange a look with Sam. Sam rolls his eyes, but it's fond, and he reaches out to tug on Drew's hair.

"Well, if we're going to be bonded, we'll need a bigger bed to sleep in," Sam says patiently. His voice goes a little breathy when I push back against him. Mm. I want him to fuck me. But he probably wants to fuck Drew, too, and our mage doesn't quite have the refractory period we do.

Excitement sizzles down the bond and I look at Drew. "You both want to…"

I grin and kiss him briefly before I move, tugging Sam into the space I've just vacated. He lets himself be moved, apparently amused when I settle between his thighs. His eyes go dark when I lower myself down on the mattress and shove his legs back towards his chest.

"Yeah?"

"Fuck, yes."

I spread his cheeks and lick from his hole to his taint, and the sound Sam makes shoots straight to my cock. Delicious. Sam kisses Drew, making broken noises whenever he pulls back, and Drew runs his fingers over Sam's slowly stiffening cock.

"Y-Yeah," Sam says finally. "We're mates, Drew. We don't need the bond, but—fuck!—I want it."

I wriggle my tongue deep inside, pulling back to suck on his rim. Sam writhes and clutches at the sheets, at Drew, and Drew looks at him with wide eyes, eyes that are beginning to turn silver the more he watches.

"Mates," he growls, his voice low enough that a shiver rolls down my spine. I lick over Sam's hole again and again, watching the muscle flutter. Sam groans, pulling Drew closer. Drew teases him, his hands roaming over Sam's tattoo to tweak his nipples, and then move up around his throat.

I lift my head and look down at the quivering mess he is between us. Sam's cock is hard again, but Drew hasn't touched it, and I raise an eyebrow at him as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

"You could've stroked him," I say. I lean up and over both of them.

Drew flushes, a little, but he meets my gaze and doesn't look away. "You didn't say I could."

Sam groans, and I echo him before I take Drew's mouth. Fucking precious. "You keep talking like that and this'll be over before it's begun."

Drew whines and I take pity on him, slowly stroking his cock. Sam's hand wraps around my own, but I bat it away, brushing my lips against his. Doesn't matter that I can get hard again—I want to come when he's inside me and not before.

Magic wraps around my limbs all at once, and then I'm on my back on the bed, my hands pinned above my head. Drew looks to be in a similar position—in that he's pinned. His hands are by his sides.

"Since I've already come once," Sam says, and his fingers tease my inner thigh, "I guess it's up to me to decide what we do next, hmm?"

A wave of magic washes over us, and next to me, Drew groans. It's like a hundred fingers ghosting over our skin, finding every spot that feels good and pressing down, just a little.

"Whatever you want, baby," I say. "As long as you fuck me at some point tonight."

"So romantic," Sam mutters, but he leans down for a kiss all the same. Drew moves next to us, and Sam ends our kiss, tugging Drew up into a sitting position and kissing him hard. Drew melts against him and I scowl when I realise I can't touch him.

Still, Sam rolls his hips against mine and I groan when our cocks brush together. He wraps his hand around Drew's cock, stroking slowly, and Drew's thighs tremble, his harsh breaths loud in the room.

"Get the lube," Sam says against his mouth.

Drew nearly falls off the bed in his haste, but I don't laugh. No. Now, the edge that's been riding me since Sam climbed into Drew's lap in the living room is almost unbearable. Drew passes Sam the lube and Sam rewards him with a kiss. "Keep Adam busy, won't you?"

Drew noses at my jaw, kissing down it before he sucks a mark on my throat. Blood rushes to the surface, and I whine because I know it won't last, but I don't want him to stop.

His fangs scrape my skin and I gasp. Sam's magic has loosened, so my hips buck up and he scowls, slick fingers moving over my hole. Drew jerks his head back.

"No, fuck, please," I whine, baring my throat. Drew noses the skin there again, and Sam slides a finger inside me, and I spread my thighs, desperate to have him even deeper.

"Fuck," I mutter when Drew leaves another mark. "Bite me."

Drew goes entirely still. Sam freezes too, one finger deep inside me and his breaths coming fast.

"Y-You're serious."

I whine again when Drew looks at me, nodding frantically. We need this, right? Drew's bites will cement the bond, will tie us together forever and ever and—

Drew moves, propping himself up on one elbow. His eyes sweep the length of me, and he meets Sam's gaze before he looks at me again. He swallows hard. "Not tonight."

My cheeks heat, but Drew's shaking his head before I can speak, one hand coming up to cup my face.

"I-I would, it's just…"

"You want to?" I ask. I don't know why I'm so needy all of a sudden. I don't know why that no—and it's not really a no, it's just a later —has hit me like a punch to the chest.

Silver floods Drew's irises and the hunger that echoes down the bond makes me and Sam shudder. "I'm desperate to," Drew admits. "But I want to do it properly."

Sam pulls his finger out of me. I whine again, but his hands land on my thighs, keeping me grounded. "Properly?"

"Chase, mate, bite," Drew grinds out like it's taking real effort for him to speak. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a shuddering breath, and when he opens them again, they're as dark as they always are. "The mating rites are… important. We could do it here if you both really want to, and it'll take, but—"

Sam's already shaking his head, and I push my disappointment aside. This is important. As eager as I am for Drew's fangs to sink into me, I can wait.

"We'll do that," I say and pull Drew down so I can breathe the words against his lips. "You can chase us, and we'll fuck, and you'll bite us, and we'll always be together, right?"

Sam groans. He thrusts two fingers back inside me and I gasp, arching my back.

"Right," Drew growls. He bites my lower lip hard enough that I groan, and then again when Sam swallows my cock. I do my best not to thrust into tight, wet heat, but Drew's hand is on my throat, his mouth on mine, and Sam is fucking me with three fingers as he sucks hard.

Fuck. I push back against Sam, pleasure coiling at the base of my spine. I'm going to come. I can't lift my head to look; I can't breathe, and that doesn't matter, but I feel dizzy anyway and I don't want either of them to stop—

I tear my mouth from Drew's with a cry as I come, my back arching and pleasure racing through me. He kisses my jaw, and Sam sucks and sucks, only pulling off when I whine and clench around his fingers.

He gives my cock a final little lick before he raises his head, shooting me a wink. "That good enough for you?"

My head drops back to the pillow. Drew rubs his face against my shoulder. He's still hard but doesn't seem that concerned by it. Sam prowls up my body and takes Drew's mouth in a kiss first, then mine. I groan at the combined taste of the three of us and Sam runs a hand through my hair.

"You good?"

"Perfect."

He smiles and kisses the end of my nose, and I manage to shift over so we can move Drew into the centre of the bed. Sam takes his cock in a loose grip. "Wanna fuck you," he says.

Drew nods, eyes wide. Sam grabs the lube again, slicks up two fingers, and I kiss my way across Drew's shoulder, unable to resist digging my fingers into the give of his stomach. Drew whines, turning his head for a kiss.

His breath hitches when Sam breaches him with one finger. I kiss the corner of his mouth and down his jaw, and he groans and pants up at the ceiling.

"Pretty little wolf," I murmur in his ear, and he whines again.

"I'm not little."

I huff. "You're not arguing about being pretty, then?"

Drew's cheeks go red, and Sam laughs where he's settled between Drew's thighs. I scrape my nails over his ribs. Drew quakes beneath every touch.

"I'm not—You two—" Drew flails for words and I don't like the sour taste of uncertainty and self-consciousness that echoes down the bond. They have no place in our bed, not ever. So I kiss him again, tracing the same path down his jaw, lingering on his pulse point and the swell of his chest.

He whines, rocking down on Sam's fingers. I grin before I kiss down to his stomach, then surge up again and take his mouth hungrily. Sam swears and I wrap my hand around the back of Drew's neck, squeezing tight.

"You're perfect any which way, little wolf," I murmur, my words tumbling into the minute space between our lips. "But like this? Letting yourself be at our mercy?" My eyes sweep over him and Drew whimpers at the look on my face—or maybe what he can feel down the bond. "I want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. I want to keep you in our bed until you don't know anything aside from our touch."

"Fuck me ," Sam mutters, and when I turn my head, his pulse stutters at my expression. Good. Wolves are possessive, sure, but they've forgotten how territorial vampires are.

I'll make sure they never forget it again.

I kiss Drew again, keep kissing him as Sam stretches him open. Drew arches his back, rocking down, begging for more with everything but words, and eventually pulls back with a shake of his head.

"Sam… I'm ready. Fuck me."

I wrap my hand around Drew's cock and slowly stroke him as Sam pushes inside. Drew groans up at the ceiling, eyes fluttering shut. I rut against Drew's hip and Sam groans, pupils blown when he meets my gaze.

"So fuckin' tight," he groans. Drew must squeeze around him because Sam's breathing stutters before he starts moving.

He tries to be gentle, I can see it, but it's not long before he's thrusting in hard and deep. I rest my head on Drew's shoulder, stroking his cock as I watch Sam fill him, ruin him. Fuck, but they look good together. We look good together.

Drew growls, and he has too many too-sharp teeth, but all I feel is another spike of lust and desire. Sam's fingers dig into his hips, and I speed up my hand when pleasure flows down the bond and I know just how close they both are.

Sam's holding back, though. He winks at me when I look at him.

"A sure thing, right?"

"Fucking always."

I dig my teeth—still blunt—into Drew's shoulder, and when he cries out, I pull back and suck on the mark I've left. He pants and whines. I stroke him faster, pre-cum slicking his length, and Sam thrusts in hard, and Drew's whole body shakes—

He comes with a shout I'm sure the neighbours will hear, cum shooting over his belly and chest. I lick up some of it, but I only get a taste before Sam is reaching for me, grabbing at my leg.

"Up, get up."

I frown at him but do as I'm told, and Sam drags me so I'm on all fours, leaning over Drew. I lower my head to kiss him, swallowing the little noise he makes when Sam pulls out.

Sam's cock notches against my hole. He pauses for half a second before he presses inside and it's Drew's turn to swallow my groan, to wrap a big hand around my cock.

He holds the back of my neck with his other hand, keeping our foreheads together as Sam fucks me. The bed rocks—and creaks—and I moan when Sam fucks me harder, his long cock grazing my prostate. Pleasure sparks through me and through them, and Drew's hand tightens on my neck.

"You were so good for him," I murmur, and Drew kisses my cheek. "Can't wait to fuck you myself."

"Later," Drew breathes. Sam's fingers bite into my hips. He's so close now. I can feel it. "Want your scent on me. Already have Sam's."

I groan and balance on one arm, my other hand dipping between Drew's legs. He whines when I probe his hole, the tenderness already healing.

I push two fingers inside and Drew lets go of the back of my neck to tip his head back and throw his arm over his eyes. Sam growls and fucks me harder.

"We'll both have to fill you," I say. "Get a plug and keep you full of us all day—"

Drew kisses me, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood. I gasp and Sam swears, and I feel his cock swell before he fills me and collapses, shaking, against my back. Drew growls into my mouth, his grip almost painful on my cock.

"Be a good boy and make him come," Sam manages. "Faster."

Drew's hand moves faster, and I pull my fingers free of his hole. I'm going to—Sam bites the back of my neck and I come with a cry, my cum joining Drew's to coat his skin.

I have enough sense of mind to tip us to one side before I collapse onto the bed, Sam still plastered to my back. We're all breathing hard, the air in the dark room humid and smelling like sex.

Smelling like us.

I swirl my fingers through the mess on Drew's stomach, mixing Sam's scent with his and mine. His eyes are silver as he watches—as his wolf watches—and I grin at him when I'm done, kissing his shoulder.

His cock jerks and I huff a laugh. "No more, now," I say. Sam makes a curious sound, and when he reaches for Drew's cock, I bat his hand away. "Rest. We've got time."

Drew kisses me. It's soft, not too deep, and I drop back down to the pillow as he and Sam kiss over my head. My heart clenches, feeling suddenly far too big for my chest.

"Just a little rest," Sam says, then lets out a yawn that makes his jaw crack. "We've still got to clean up and…" His eyes slip closed and I chuckle, taking hold of Drew's hand.

"He'll be up again in a few hours," I say with a wink. "Take some time now."