“Sounds like you’re having fun already,” Chase said as his lubed fingers brushed over Justin’s quivering hole. “I can’t have that.”
Justin grinned around Taylor’s cock until his shifter’s fingers speared inside of his body. Justin’s eyes crossed as his legs spread wider apart. Oh, yeah. Witnesses or not, this was exactly what he needed for a stress reliever.
“Justin,” Taylor moaned, his hands delving into Justin’s hair. Justin grabbed the base of Taylor’s cock and pulled his mouth away.
“If you move, I won’t give you the best blow job of the century,” he warned.
“The best?” Taylor asked, both eyebrows climbing up his forehead. “Really?”
“Stay still and find out,” Justin said and then swallowed Taylor down to the root. Taylor groaned loudly, but didn’t move a muscle.
Good.
“Ready?” Chase asked and then plunged his cock into Justin’s ass before Justin had time to pull Taylor’s cock from his mouth. Now he was the one moaning, and he knew the vibrations were driving Taylor nuts.
They always did.
Zacarius began to speak in a language Justin didn’t understand. And as horny as he was right now, probably wouldn’t have cared. But half of his mind was on the fact that Taylor was injured, pale, and still losing blood. He felt strange as hell having sex with a wounded man, but he couldn’t imagine his life without Taylor in it. He was willing to do anything right now if it could possibly save Taylor’s life.
Justin blinked and looked sideways when candles were lit around the room. He didn’t remember having that many dang candles in the house. He had a few, for those times when he and Taylor took romantic bubble baths together, but there was no way he had that many.
“I thought you said the best blow job of the century?” Taylor asked.
“He’s thinking too hard,” Chase said as he grabbed Justin’s hips and began to power-drive his cock into Justin’s ass.
Yep, that did the trick.
Justin rolled his eyes, his tongue sliding up and down Taylor’s cock, licking the man’s balls on every down stroke. He forgot about the ritual, about having sex in front of witnesses, and he forgot about the stupid candles. All Justin could think about was feeling Chase’s muscled body behind him, fucking him like the man meant every move.
“Shit, that’s much better,” Taylor said as his head move from side to side. Justin didn’t like that Taylor was moving at all, but he wouldn’t complain. If Taylor stayed stock-still during sex, Justin would be worried.
When Chase leaned over Justin and marked an X on Taylor’s neck with blood, that was when Justin started noticing what was around him. He hadn’t even heard anyone talking. The only thing that slightly registered was a voice somewhere off in the distance, and now that he was paying attention, he knew it was Zacarius’s voice he had been hearing.
“What are you doing?” Justin asked as he continued to suck and lick Taylor’s cock with enthusiasm.
“We have to cut above our hearts and then use that blood to mark where we feed from Taylor, babe.”
“But I haven’t fed from Taylor,” Justin pointed out.
“Don’t split hairs, Justin,” Taylor’s voice whispered through Justin’s mind, letting Justin know Taylor was growing weaker.
“Give me the knife,” Justin said frantically. He was not about to lose the man who had been there through it all with him. Justin released Taylor cock and looked at Chase’s chest to see how Chase had cut himself.
Oh, gods, he was going to be sick. The sight almost made his stomach roll.
“Don’t you dare get sick on me,” Taylor snapped through their bond.
Justin swallowed a few times and then grabbed the dagger-looking knife, quickly cutting an X above his heart before he lost his nerve. He winced, but managed to keep the whimper behind his lips. Fuck, that hurt! He slid his finger through the warm liquid of his blood and then marked an X over Taylor’s neck, on the opposite side as Chase’s mark.
Justin’s eyes snapped around the room when he felt the air hum around him. What the hell? The curtains hanging from his window blew up slightly, and the candles flickered. Gods, he so hoped his apartment didn’t catch fire.
Zacarius began to speak in that funky language again. Only this time, Justin understood him.
“Chase Morgan, do you accept Taylor Foyt and Justin Ried as your mates from here to eternity? Do you swear upon your life to protect them from all harm and put their lives above your own?”
“Yes,” Chase answered, his moves becoming erratic. Justin knew the man was close. How in the hell could he concentrate?
“Justin Ried, do you accept Taylor Foyt and Chase Morgan as your mates from here to eternity? Do you swear upon your life to protect them from all harm and put their lives above your own?”
“Hell yes!” Justin blushed at his enthusiastic outburst. Well, he did.
“Taylor Foyt, do you accept Taylor Foyt and Chase Morgan as your mates from here to eternity? Do you swear upon your life to give them life and take into yourself the life that they give you?”
“Yes,” Taylor replied, panting the word out, his skin growing paler. Justin felt his heart thumping in his chest. This wasn’t going to work! Taylor was getting weaker right before his eyes and—
“So be it,” the prince said. “From this time forward, may your souls remain entwined with each other for all eternity, not even to be separated in death. May the blood you share give life to each other, and may the power of both keep you safe.” The prince nodded. “Claim each other.”
Chase and Justin both leaned forward, trying their best to feed Taylor at the same time. Taylor licked across Chase’s chest, Chase hissing as his cock hardened further in Justin’s ass.
Justin wasn’t unaffected either. He
