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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - KIT

"WELL, MASS murder is not on the agenda tonight, so both of you calm down. So, sexy? Did you find a flat surface you can fuck me on?" Kit asked.

Those words seemed to ignite Hudson's dragon. Between one breath and the next, he stood before Kit. Kit barely had time to gasp before Hudson slammed his lips down on Kit's, his tongue pushing inside.

Kit thrust against him as Connie pressed against his back. Connie massaged his ass cheeks, and he moaned into Hudson's mouth.

"Bedroom," Connie whispered from behind Kit. "There is a big, nice, flat bed to spread him out on."

Hudson didn't seem capable of stopping.

The bruising kiss was demanding in its intensity, and Kit's head swam with desire. His body tingled, and his toes curled. When the need for air became a persistent demand, Kit tore his mouth away.

Hudson nudged up Kit's chin, exposing his throat, and nibbled a path down to his collarbone.

A muffled moan broke from Kit.

"Bedroom, Hudson," Connie urged again.

"Yes, bedroom," Kit echoed.

Hudson growled against Kit's throat, and the vibrations spread through his body. Holy shit, that was a weird feeling. Hudson pulled back and stared at Kit, his dragon showing clearly in his eyes.

"There you are," Kit said softly.

Hudson swept Kit into his arms and carried him into the bedroom. Once he was on his feet, they both crowded close to him. He stood there quietly as they ran their hands all over him.

While Connie couldn't keep his hands off Kit's ass, Hudson was focused on his nipples. He was hard and aching. Little zips of pleasure cruised through his body.

Those zips grew teeth when Hudson unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders, pausing to kiss each inch of skin that was revealed.

Connie grasped the waistband of his shorts and eased them down his legs.

Kit's shirt fluttered to the floor, and he stepped out of the shorts. Nude, he stood there as they both stared at him. Connie nipped the top of Kit's shoulder, and Kit closed his eyes, leaning against Connie.

Reaching back, he buried his hand in Connie's hair. Connie's mouth moved to his throat as he sucked. Kit groaned as Hudson crowded close, stroking his cock.

When Connie lifted his head, he pressed a kiss to the mark he'd left on Kit's throat. He let go of Connie's hair, then ran his fingers across the wet skin, shuddering.

Hudson gently lifted Kit and placed him on the bed. As Kit scooted more onto it, Connie moved to the other side.

Kit glanced at him and smiled when he saw Connie's dragon was also showing in his eyes. "Hey," he said softly.

Connie crawled onto the bed toward Kit and pushed him down flat on his back. He went willingly and sprawled there, waiting to see what they'd do next.

Hudson joined him on the other side. Kit blinked at him, his breath evening out as he watched Hudson reach toward him. His long hair fell around his shoulders, and his eyes were a goldish red sunburst of color. He looked wild—untamed. Dangerous.

His gaze darted to Connie. His eyes were the same color as Hudson's, and his short red hair was mussed by Kit's hands. Desire showed on his face. He, too, looked wild and untamed.

With a finger, Hudson tapped Kit's lip, drawing his attention back to him. "Open."

Compelled by that dark, sexy voice, Kit couldn't do anything but what Hudson wanted. When Hudson eased in his finger, Kit ran his tongue around the rough digit. As they watched each other, he sucked it as he would a dick.

"Mmm, I can't wait to have those lips wrapped around my cock."

Neither could Kit.

Hudson removed his finger and trailed it down Kit's chest. Want built as Hudson's finger meandered toward his nipple, and he arched on the bed when Hudson teasingly rubbed against the nip. And when he blew across the wet skin? Holy shit.

Kit's moan was absolutely filthy.

In response, Hudson clasped the nipple between two of his fingers and rolled it expertly. Kit groaned, wanting Hudson to know how good that felt.

Every time Hudson ran his calloused finger across his nipple, Kit thrust his hips, desperately seeking friction. His eyes closed, and he reached for the neglected one, rolling it between his own fingers. Every tug shot straight to his cock.

"Like that, don't you?"

Kit opened his eyes. "Oh yeah."

Kit's hard cock rubbed across his stomach, smearing pre-come, and he whimpered.

Hudson leaned over and gently nipped Kit's throat. "Don't you dare come until I'm in you."

Kit gritted his teeth as Hudson plucked his nipple again. "I'll try not to. It just feels so good."

"It's going to feel better," Hudson threatened. "Connie?"

"Thank fuck," Connie growled.

Kit arched off the bed when Connie swallowed his cock and immediately started bobbing his head up and down. Lost in pleasure, all he could do was submit.

Wave after wave washed over him as Hudson played with his nipples and Connie sucked him. He grabbed the sheet underneath him and fisted it. He didn't want to come yet.

It was too soon, and his mate wanted him to wait until he was riding Hudson's cock. But, by damn, if they didn't let up soon—

Connie lifted his head. Finally. But Kit gave a serious thought about begging Connie to finish him. His poor dick was so confused. He wanted to come and yet he didn't.

"I bet we could make you come from this." Hudson again twisted one of Kit's nipples. "Something to try later, maybe?"

They were determined to drive him crazy, and he didn't quite know how to feel because that sharp twist of pain excited him. "Oh, most definitely."

Hudson let go of the nipple he was torturing and ran his hand down Kit's chest. Kit's stomach muscles jumped as Hudson's fingers teased across each and every one of them on the way down. Finally, Hudson wrapped his hand around his cock.

"Oh fuck." Kit was unbelievably close to coming again.

Never had he reacted this strongly. Then that fluttering in his chest started and need washed through him, but it wasn't his need. At least, he didn't think it was just his. There was need, yes, but it wasn't for his body. That was there, but this was something else. Blood. The raging desire was for blood.

No, wait, that wasn't exactly right. The need was to see Kit drink the blood. This was either Connie or Hudson. It was overwhelming and all-encompassing. The drive to protect him, to claim him, nearly leveled him. It was a lot. Almost too much. No, it was too much, and he gasped.

"Easy."

As soon as Hudson spoke, that overwhelming need backed off. Hudson. That had been Hudson. Or rather, Hudson's dragon. Kit choked back a slightly hysterical laugh.

That wasn't the first time that had happened, but it was the first time he could clearly feel how much it bothered them he hadn't taken their blood.

"I felt that too," Connie said.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to flood the both of you with that. My dragon got a little out of control." Hudson shoved his hair out of his face.

"It really bothers him, doesn't it?" Kit asked.

Hudson looked at Kit, and Kit caught his breath. He'd seen Hudson's dragon looking at him from behind Hudson's eyes before, but suddenly there was a presence there.

A heavy, powerful presence looking at him.

"Shit," Connie muttered. "Hudson? You're not thinking about partially transforming, are you? I'm not sure that's something Kit's ready to deal with in bed."

"We are concerned."

Kit flinched. That wasn't Hudson's voice, not even remotely. It was much deeper and growly. It kind of sounded like a mixture of male and female voices. Was that just what they naturally sounded like—because it was very reminiscent of how Gaura sounded.

"Dragon gods," Connie whispered.

"You're the dragon, aren't you?" Kit asked. Thank fuck Hudson wasn't partially transforming because Connie was right. He wasn't sure he was ready to make love to Hudson in that form.

Not that he was repulsed, but he hadn't seen it often. And quite frankly? It looked nothing like Hudson's human form.

"So vulnerable. Humans break easily. We. Cannot. Lose. You. Must protect," Hudson snarled. "Take our blood."

"Shit."

Kit agreed with Connie, although he didn't take his eyes off Hudson. "I know. I know you're worried. So am I. But this is something you can't force."

Hudson growled.

"I care for the both of you. You are my mate. Connie is my mate. But if you force this, I'll never forgive you. Would you do that to me?"

"No," Hudson finally admitted. "But you are vulnerable. We… fear."

Connie sucked in a breath.

"You fear something will happen to me?" Kit asked.

"We fear you will die before you take our blood and grow stronger."

Kit slowly nodded. He'd thought something similar when the accident on the interstate had happened, that he could easily die. Very easily. Life had no guarantees, and on top of that, he had a nutcase stalking him.

He wanted a life with them. Kit already knew that. But his biggest reservation was the actual blood itself.

Or was it?

Did his problem stem from having blood forcibly taken from him like Nox had done? Maybe it wasn't actually the blood at all. Maybe it was just the act. Or at least the lack of consent.

Holy shit. What a time to stumble upon that.

"You're right," Kit suddenly declared. "Something could happen to me. I don't want that. Connie doesn't want that. You don't want that."

"We… care deeply for you."

It wasn't a declaration of love, but none of them were ready for that, although Kit had a feeling they were headed that way.

"We can't force him, Your Majesty," Connie said.

Hudson blinked slowly.

And of course Kit noticed how Connie was suddenly referring to Hudson.

"You don't want to force me, do you? You just don't know how to handle the situation, right? I bet as powerful as you are, this is something you're not used to. And maybe you feel a little out of control? And you feel that way because of me." Kit sat up and took Hudson's hand.

Hudson looked at their linked fingers, then back up at Kit. "You are vulnerable."

"And we have something to stop that, don't we?" Kit asked. He got it. He really did. In Hudson's dragon's mind, it made perfect sense. There was a way to help protect Kit, so what were they waiting on? Dragon logic at its finest.

"What… what are you saying, Kit?" Connie whispered.

"I'm saying I've already been thinking about this, but I didn't know how deep the worry went with Hudson. And I'm sorry for that." Kit took a deep breath. "I'll take your blood. And Connie's."

"Kit, are you sure? Don't let Hudson—"

"He hasn't pushed me into it, Connie. Like I said, I was already leaning toward it, but honestly? This? This shows me how concerned he is. And probably how concerned you are. Am I right?"

"Well, yes. But, again, that must be a decision you make. I'm kind of feeling like you're being coerced."

Hudson blinked slowly again. "Kit?"

Kit immediately noticed the change in Hudson's voice. Now he sounded more like himself and not that deep, dark growly version of his dragon.

"There you are. I'm not being coerced. If I didn't want to do this, I wouldn't. I promise."

Hudson shook his head. "I wasn't expecting that. It's very rare my dragon takes over like that, but…"

"But he was concerned. Yeah, I got that, and he was right. I'm letting a stupid fear dictate to me, and I just realized it's not even the blood itself. It was how it was taken from me. But that has nothing to do with us."

"My dragon would've never forced you."

"I know that. I do. But he also helped me get something straight in my head by making a sudden appearance," Kit admitted. "I don't know exactly how we're going to do this. Maybe mix it with juice or something? And I don't really want to see how you go about getting it."

Hudson nodded frantically. "That's not a problem. Are you seriously thinking about this?"

"I had already been, like I said. But that surprise visit made my mind up. I'm sure. And we'll tackle that later. Right now? I want you to make love to me. The both of you."

Kit would leave it up to them to figure out the "both" he was talking about.

"You are absolutely amazing. I was even nervous when Hudson's dragon took over. But you? You dealt with it. Dealt with him." Connie wrapped his fingers around Kit's cock and firmly stroked him. "Absolutely amazing."

Kit didn't feel amazing—he'd done what needed to be done. And he didn't want to dwell on it any longer now that Connie had his hand on his cock.

He quit fighting his body's natural response and just let go. On the third upstroke, the tingles racing up his spine nailed him in the back of the head. He was already close again.

Connie stopped, and Kit almost did some growling of his own. It was like he somehow knew how close Kit was. Actually, the way the bond was jumping about, he probably did.

Kit sprawled on the bed, chest heaving. Through hooded eyes, he watched Hudson retrieve the lube from the end table. Hudson moved between his legs, then wetted his fingers.

Breathless, Kit pulled his legs up to his chest, giving Hudson access. He tensed as Hudson's finger teased his hole, but the barely there touch didn't hurt.

Instead, it left him wanting more. His body writhed, desperate. "Please."

Hudson played at his entrance, and just as Kit thought he was going to lose his mind, Hudson's finger slid in smoothly. He didn't have time to tense. There was a slight burn as Hudson entered him, but it was quickly lost to pleasure. Hudson twisted his finger, hunting for his hot spot.

"Yeah, there, there!" Kit yelped when Hudson brushed against it.

Smiling, Hudson ruthlessly attacked Kit's hot spot. His toes curled as Hudson finger-fucked him.

Hudson pulled his finger out, added more lube, then worked two in, scissoring them open. "Watching you give in to pleasure is a thing of beauty. You're so tight, so hot. I'm going to make you scream."

Kit ached to come. He knew it wouldn't take much to make him shoot. He was right back on the thin edge of desperation, and this was absolutely insane.

Hudson entered him with another finger, and all Kit could focus on was the stretch and burn. Damn, but he liked that, liked the feeling of being opened.

"In me!" Kit begged. "Get in me."

Boy, did his dragon move fast. One second Hudson's fingers were in him, and the next they were gone. Kit yelped when Hudson suddenly tossed him onto his knees.

"What—"

Hudson lined up his cock, and Kit fought to relax as his mate pushed inside. Then Connie slid under him and wrapped his mouth around Kit's cock.

Kit's eyes crossed. The pressure was just right, on his cock and in his ass.

Once Hudson was finally in, he leaned over and rested his forehead on Kit's back.

"So tight—going to wait for that to ease."

"You just had to be hung like a horse, didn't you?" Kit griped.

Connie laughed, and the vibration nearly undid Kit.

"D-don't do that again, Connie. And dammit, Hudson, you're fucking thick." Kit wiggled, trying to get comfortable.

"By the flames, be still or this'll be over before it begins." Hudson kissed Kit's back. "Okay, okay, there you go. I can feel you loosening."

"Fuck, Connie is playing Hoover, so I need you to do something. I feel like I'm going to explode and I, ah…" Kit wiggled.

"Kit, stop!"

Huh. He turned his head and peered back at Hudson. His mate was sweating, and his teeth were clenched. The cords in his neck stood out. Someone was hanging on by the skin of his teeth. Then Kit looked down at Connie. He was pretty much in the same condition.

Kit kinda liked that. "Move. I need you to move."

"Thank fuck." Hudson pulled out, then drove in again.

Kit groaned. Yeah, this was perfect.

Hudson pounded into him, and Connie sucked as if his life depended on it. Their tag-teaming him was driving him closer to the edge. Connie groaned and wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking fiercely.

"Gonna come," Kit warned. He was right there.

One final hard push, and Hudson stiffened. He buried his cock inside Kit, unloading his seed deep. Kit came with a hoarse yell. Perfection. This was absolute perfection. The heat flooding him triggered his orgasm, and Connie groaned as he came too.

His mate froze behind him, grunting as his orgasm ended. Connie moved out from underneath Kit and collapsed next to him. Kit immediately rolled to the side and pulled Connie in close. Content, he snuggled in.

But as comfortable as Kit was, he really needed to take a shower. "Could I interest you two in joining me for a shower?"

Connie grunted.

Hudson laughed softly. "That was a yes. But before you get up, hold on a second."

Hudson rose from the bed. As Kit watched, Hudson walked into the master bath, and Kit heard the faucet turn on.

A moment later, Hudson returned with a wet washcloth. "I thought you might need this."

"Yup. One hazard of not using a condom." Kit loved going bare, but it had its problems. He leaned up as best he could and hurried to the bathroom.

Once in there, he tossed the wet washcloth in the hamper and started the shower. Hudson and Connie joined him. After they showered, they snuggled in bed together.

Kit hardly remembered closing his eyes.

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