CHAPTER TEN: KIT

MORE THAN once?Was that a dragon thing? It had to be a dragon thing. Kit didn't know, but he was determined to find out.

And the shock on Connie's face when Kit reversed the roles—that had been a thing of beauty. He didn't know where Hudson stood about bottoming, but he was going to find out, eventually.

He stepped away from the wall, and Connie and Hudson watched him. Nothing said predator more than golden red eyes with slitted pupils tracking his every movement. It was as creepy as it was sexy, but he was getting used to it.

As they staggered toward the bedroom, Connie walked backward, his hands on Kit's face while trying to kiss him. There was a sweetness to Connie that snuck out at the most interesting times.

Oddly enough, Kit had already learned the difference between Hudson's kiss and Connie's. Connie's was playful and sweet, whereas Hudon's was more demanding and unrelenting.

Kind of like the men themselves, he was finding.

While Connie tried kissing him, Hudson was working his shirt off. Kit happily cooperated, and his shirt disappeared somewhere behind them. They'd barely entered the bedroom before Hudson started on Kit's pants.

Someone slammed the door behind them.

Since the goal seemed to be relieving each other of clothes, Kit got with the program. He pulled Connie's shirt off, which was kind of hard to do while Connie was attempting to stick his tongue down Kit's throat. But hey, he was nothing if not persistent. Still, Kit started giggling at the silliness of it all, and Connie joined in.

"What's so funny?" Hudson asked, finally unbuttoning Kit's pants.

"Sorry, sorry. Nothing's funny really. But trying to kiss, walk, and undress may end up with me on the floor." Kit turned to Hudson. He made grabby hands at Hudson's shirt. "Off. Off. Too many clothes."

"Gladly." Hudson paused long enough to strip off his shirt. "But if we end up on the floor, it will be deliberate."

Kit shivered. The promise in Hudson's voice thrilled him.

"But you're right. Let's take a second and undress," Hudson said.

Kit stared at the lovely red hair on Hudson's chest.

"Now, babe."

Kit blinked. He'd heard Hudson call Connie sweetheart earlier. Had he just earned a pet name?

"Babe?"

Hudson stopped unbuttoning his pants. "Is that okay?"

"It's more than okay. It's just that I've never had a pet name before."

Connie pressed a kiss to Kit's bare shoulder. "Well, you do now, babe."

A little flutter started in Kit's stomach that arrowed straight to his chest, and the bond pulsated happily. He had a pet name. "Can I call Connie sweetheart too, or would that be—"

"I don't mind if you use that," Hudson said, briefly rubbing his chest.

"We need to figure out a name for Hudson," Connie said. "But after."

"After?" Kit asked.

"After we undress," Connie whispered against Kit's skin. "The sooner you do, the sooner we can—"

"On it!" At least Kit remembered to remove his shoes before trying to pull his pants down. The last thing he needed was to be hopping around Hudson's bedroom with his legs stuck in his jeans. Nobody needed that mental image in their head.

While he did that, apparently Hudson or Connie had unmade the bed. He'd barely straightened before Hudson scooped him up and tossed him onto it. Kit bounced, then settled on his elbows.

The next thing he knew, Hudson was leaning over him on the bed.

"Jesus," Kit mumbled, falling back. He hadn't heard Hudson move. Just a second ago, he'd still been undressing.

His beautiful long hair fell around him. Kit wrapped a thick strand of it around his fist and jerked Hudson down. A low growl sounded as Hudson slammed his lips against Kit's.

Kit battled Hudson for control of the kiss. He even nipped that full bottom lip of Hudson's, and something hard pressed against his lips. Surprised, he pulled back.

"Is everything okay?" Hudson asked breathlessly, straightening up on his knees.

"Fine," Kit gasped, sitting up. "But I felt something when we were kissing. I wasn't sure—"

"Ah." Hudson bared his teeth, then closed his mouth. "That?"

Kit gulped. Hudson's incisors were longer than normal. That'd been the hardness he'd felt when he'd nipped Hudson's lip.

"Sorry. It's an involuntary response."

Connie joined them on the mattress. His fat, swollen cock bounced up, smacking his belly. "Mine are longer right now too. But we'll be careful."

"No biting," Hudson promised. "That's something we'd need to talk about beforehand."

"For sure. And I'm certainly not ready for that." Kit wasn't saying it wasn't ever going to happen, it just wouldn't happen right then. Plus, he had a feeling that biting and drinking was a thing.

"We know."

Connie, on his knees too, grasped Hudson's cock, leisurely stroking it. Hudson moaned and rested his head on Connie's shoulder. All that long hair cascaded over his chest and over Connie's arms.

Kit watched them, running his hand up and down his chest, tweaking his nipples as he enjoyed the show.

"Do you want this?" Connie stroked Hudson's dick, making him moan harder. Connie twisted his wrist, and Hudson's hips bucked.

"Hell yes," Kit answered.

"Soon." Hudson suddenly turned and nipped Connie's shoulder, sending a shudder through the other man. Then he turned his gaze to Kit. "You don't come until you're buried in Connie's ass. Understand?" Hudson stared at Kit while he continued to fuck Connie's fist.

There it was—the dominance he had been expecting from Hudson all along.

Connie made a strange hissing sound.

Kit jerked on the bed. Shit, that sounded like something a snake would do. "Y-yeah. Fuck."

Connie's attention snapped back to Kit. He released Hudson and pushed Kit onto his back. "Yes—I want to fuck."

Kit went willingly, and his breath quickened when Connie straddled his chest, his cock right at Kit's mouth.

"Suck me first. I want to feel your mouth on me."

Now how could he say no to that? Especially when it was something he wanted too. Kit opened as Connie leaned over him.

Hard and hot. Salty and sweet. Silken skin over steel. Connie was definitely a mouthful—almost long enough to cause some serious choking. And thick. And veiny. Kit glanced up through his eyelashes.

Connie stared down, panting as he thrust. The cords in his neck stood out, and his hair was a lovely mess around his flushed face.

Kit caressed his legs on either side of his head as Connie fucked his mouth. Relaxing, he let him gently fuck his mouth but kept eye contact.

His mate was beautiful. He stared down at Kit, those oddly golden red eyes heavy. One of Connie's canines showed as he thrust in and out of Kit's mouth.

"Yes," Connie whispered. "Just like that. Slow. Make me crazy so that…. Oh dragon gods."

Connie threw his head back, eyes closed. He groaned harshly and stopped thrusting.

Concerned, Kit tapped Connie's knee.

Opening his eyes again, he looked down at Kit. "Hudson's getting me ready for you."

The sound of a hand against skin echoed around the room. Connie gasped and thrust harder into Kit's mouth.

"You can do better than that, sweetheart. He can't see what I'm doing. Explain it to him," Hudson said. "In detail."

Kit was going to lose his mind. Did Hudson just spank Connie?

"Okay, okay, gods, he… he has lube and just touched my hole with his wet finger. Now he's rubbing it back and forth, spreading the lube." Connie shuddered. "He's, ah damn, he's easing the tip inside. He's opening me up for you."

Kit grunted around Connie's cock. Holy shit, that was hot. He wished he could see what was going on. Then again, he was kinda happy where he was. Connie was leaking, so he was enjoying that too. Since he wasn't thrusting anymore, Kit used his tongue on the head.

He burned. Need scraped greedy fingers across his skin, making him desperate. He wanted to come, but he also wanted this to last forever. Although, if the way his heart was pounding was any indication, that might kill him.

But what a way to go, right? If he weren't so fucking horny, he'd damn well panic. And why was he so damn horny? Neither one of them had really touched him much, but his cock was so hard it ached. Was it the bond between them? Was he picking up their pleasure through it?

He wasn't sure, but the pressing urge to get buried in Connie's ass was building. He'd never felt this inescapable desire in any of his other relationships.

"Want more?" Hudson asked.

"Fuck yes!" Connie's rhythm stalled. "He, yes, he added another finger, pushing in rapidly so I'd feel more of the burn. Love the burn."

Hudson growled from behind Connie.

Kit squirmed with delight. What was it about that sound that absolutely flipped his switch? It should be terrifying, but instead, it fanned the flames of his desire. Kit sucked harder, pulling a startled gasp from Connie.

"More," Connie demanded. "Yes, yes, that's it. Give me three. Fuck, Hudson."

"Are you flooding Kit's mouth with pre-come, sweetheart?" Hudson pumped his fingers in and out of Connie. "Remember, don't come yet."

Connie was shaking above him, grunting and growling, as Hudson worked that ass over.

"Stop. Stop!" Connie gasped. "Going to come. Stop, Kit!"

Kit let Connie's dick fall out of his mouth with an obscene pop. Hudson yanked Connie off the top of Kit and pressed him down on the bed.

Then Hudson wrapped his slick hand around Kit's cock and stroked him. "Don't you come either."

Kit shuddered at the feeling of Hudson's hand on him. "Shit, then you need to stop. Seriously."

"Oh? Then let me help you with that."

An evil grin was the only warning he got before Hudson let go of his dick and tugged on Kit's balls.

Kit's mouth fell open as his orgasm backed off. It hadn't really hurt, but it certainly hadn't felt good. "Shit!"

Connie snickered.

Hudson leaned over and kissed Connie. When he pulled back, there was a spot of blood at Connie's mouth.

Kit's stomach dropped.

"Dammit." Hudson quickly wiped the spot away. "Sorry, Kit. I didn't mean for you to see—"

"But why did you—"

Connie settled next to Hudson. "Okay, no. Don't apologize, Hudson."

"I don't want to upset Kit."

"And while I understand that, Kit also needs to understand lovemaking between two dragons often is rough." Connie gazed at Kit. "He didn't hurt me. He wouldn't. Besides that, as fast as we heal, that little nick will be gone in no time. But more important than that? I liked it."

"I'm sorry. I don't kink shame, not that this is a kink. I mean, I guess it isn't. Hell. It might be. I don't know. It's just that…"

"It's blood," Connie finished for him.

"Yeah."

Hudson frowned. "Then maybe we shouldn't—"

"No, no, I know what you're going to say and no. You're not going to change how you make love to accommodate me. Besides, I don't really need to be accommodated. It just surprised me. I wasn't expecting it, and I wasn't prepared."

"Just to be clear, neither one of us would do that to you," Hudson said.

Kit sighed. "I think that's a good idea as far as I go. For now. And don't change what you two like for me. As I said, it really didn't freak me out. It just surprised me."

"Are you sure?" Hudson asked.

"I'm very sure. And I'm sorry for that."

"Don't apologize for something like this. As I said before, the best way to make a three-way relationship work is to be completely open and upfront with each other. We must communicate."

"I agree," Connie said.

Kit nodded. "You're right. So, ah, why don't the two of you go back to doing what you were doing?"

"You mean kiss? You want to see us kiss, babe?"

"Oh yes. Absolutely."

"Well then, I will definitely give you what you want." Hudson leaned over and kissed Connie.

Kit turned to his side, watching. They were so sexy. He felt stupid saying it, but they were beautiful together.

"Damn," Kit muttered. "You two are fucking hot together."

Hudson ended the kiss and reached for Kit. After a quick, hard kiss, Hudson leaned back. "We," he clarified. "We are fucking hot together."

"Yes, we are. We need a big mirror or something in here so we can see each other," Connie said absently as he got to his hands and knees. "How about you take me doggie style? I can suck Hudson while you do that."

Kit stroked his cock. "That's hot." He couldn't wait to see his dick sinking into Connie's hole.

"I like it," Hudson said. "Kit? Why don't you stand on the floor? Connie? Lay here. I'll get on my knees and feed you my—"

Kit scrambled into place as he watched Hudson position Connie. Then that perfect ass was in front of him, and he ran his hands over Connie's ass cheeks. They were firm and tight and so very spankable.

So, hell, why not? Hudson had done it earlier.

He popped Connie one and watched as his cheek quivered. Connie moaned. Yup. That was some nice bounce there. One day soon, he was going to eat that ass until he had Connie in tears.

Grabbing the lube Hudson had used, he squirted some on his fingers and eased a digit inside Connie. He was so hot and tight. Connie made a sound, and Kit glanced up. Hudson had his hands in Connie's hair and was feeding Connie his cock.

"He's ready, babe. Get inside him. He likes the burn."

Kit swore silently as he stroked his cock with lube, then guided it toward Connie's winking hole. Fuck, that was sexy. He couldn't wait to get in there.

Just as he started to push in, he froze. "Condoms. Holy fuck, how could I forget that?"

Had he lost his ever-loving mind? He didn't even know when they had last been tested. He had been right before he'd met Hudson for the first time, but still.

"Paranormals can't catch or give anything. We don't need them. Besides, if there was something wrong with you, we both would've been able to smell it. It's safe, I promise," Hudson said, teeth gritted.

"Are you serious? We don't have to use them?"

"Very serious. I would never jeopardize your health or Connie's. The both of you mean too much to me to threaten our relationship in such a way. If you want condoms—"

"I trust you," Kit hurriedly said. "You wouldn't lie to me about something like this."

"I wouldn't lie to you at all."

The bond he had with both of them practically quivered with Hudson's sincerity. And holy shit, no condoms. He was going to come as soon as he got inside Connie. He'd never done it raw.

He gripped Connie's hips and slid into him. He still worried that he might hurt his mate, but the groan from Connie said otherwise. Not to mention there was no sign of pain along the bond.

Oh no, there was only pleasure. He kept going until he bottomed out. His body tightened up, and he fought to keep his orgasm at bay. He was completely inside Connie… and bareback too.

Kit shuddered. He'd heard it was a very different feeling, but wow, he'd had no idea it would feel this good. Connie gripped him like a glove.

"Move," Hudson demanded.

Kit pulled out, then snapped his hips forward. Connie groaned loudly around the cock in his mouth.

"Oh yeah, he liked that. Keep thrusting hard like that. Fuck, he's sucking me so good."

Little shards of pleasure shot through Kit at Hudson's words. Connie grunted every time Kit slammed into him. How sexy was that? He wanted to stay here forever, riding that perfect ass from now on out.

He twisted his hip, making sure to hit Connie's hot spot every time. He wanted it to be good for Connie. This was his first time inside him, and Kit needed it to be so good for his mate.

"It's so hot and soft inside you."

Connie squeezed Kit's shaft.

"Oh fuck, do that again!"

He was going to come. There was no doubt about it. Every time he slammed into Connie's ass, Hudson face-fucked Connie. Kit must've made some sort of sound because suddenly Hudson glanced up and made eye contact with Kit. Those golden red eyes blazed as Hudson bared his teeth.

"Ours," Hudson hissed.

Only, it didn't sound like Hudson. The voice was lower, gravelly… and much more animalistic. Holy shit, was that Hudson's dragon speaking through Hudson?

Pleasure burned through Kit's body. The tingle that heralded his orgasm blew into an explosion.

"Coming! Coming!" Kit shouted as he came. He thrust one more time, burying himself as deep as possible, flooding Connie with his essence.