Chester fidgeted impatiently as he waited for his mate to enter him. Now that he’d found out one of his mates belonged to the lion pride, he knew he couldn’t betray them. He wondered if the poison would hurt when it started killing him or if it would be painless.
Knowing the bastards who had injected him, he could probably count on it being a horrifyingly awful process. He felt bad for his brother, because his dying among the lions meant that Garfield wouldn’t get the antidote either. However, Garfield had whispered to Chester before he’d left to run for it. Garfield didn’t expect him to return. His brother had also prepared himself for death.
All worries about poison and his impending demise vanished when Dillon slowly penetrated him, pushing away Chester’s concerns with the stretch of his hole around the lion shifter’s huge cock.
“Ohhh…”
Dillon froze. “Am I hurting you?”
Chester moaned. “In all the best ways.” He wiggled experimentally. “More.”
He’d never been so full before. His past lovers had been toothpicks next to Dillon’s size.
Spreading his legs for better balance, he tried to stay in position while Dillon filled him. He almost jumped when soft fabric brushed his stomach.
“I thought you might want some support,” Evin said, repositioning the pillow so it was fully beneath Chester’s stomach.
“Thanks.” He gave Evin a grateful smile as he relaxed and relieved some of the strain on his arms and back.
Evin kissed Chester’s cheek, such a sweet gesture from a rough-hewn man. His heart melted beneath the care of the two big, tough men with soft, squishy insides. He doubted he’d have long to enjoy them. 2When Dillon finally stopped pushing forward, his entire body covered Chester from head to toe. Clenching his ass, Chester tried to tighten around Dillon’s shaft but since he was already fully stretched it was difficult to move.
“I’ve got you, honey.” Dillon’s warm voice calmed Chester’s skittish kitten half. The furry tabby wanted to snuggle with the lion. Well, it could just do that later after his human half got the pounding he needed.
“Fuck me.” Right now he didn’t want flowers and hearts. He needed a hard, deep claiming more than his next breath and, since he didn’t know when his last would be, he meant it.
Taking Chester at his word, Dillon gripped Chester’s hips and gave him what he wanted.
“Yes, right there.” Dillon slid at the perfect angle, pegging Chester’s prostate. By habit, he resisted the urge to make noises. Blending with humans had taught him to suppress his animal side during sex.
“Let go, sweetness,” Dillon growled in his ear.
Chester purred, the vibration shaking his entire body.
“Oh, hell yes!” Dillon shouted.
The tips of his fingers ached as he clutched the sheet and his claws threatened to extend.
Concentrating on the feel of Dillon slamming inside him, Chester gave a start of surprise when a hand wrapped around his cock. Turning his head, he caught Evin’s grin.
“Look what I found,” Evin teased.
“Bring him off!” Dillon demanded.
Evin didn’t argue as he slid his hand up and down Chester’s shaft, lubricating his hand with the pre-cum dribbling from the tip.
Noises babbled from Chester’s mouth that he didn’t even recognise as his own as he came all over Evin’s hand and the pillow. Soon a low groan and the shuddering of Dillon’s large body behind him told him his lover had also found his release. When Dillon’s mouth brushed the juncture between Chester’s neck and shoulder, Chester snapped away as far as he could with them still linked together.
“Don’t bite!” Panic raced through him, snatching away the afterglow of his orgasm. 2Dillon slowly slid out of Chester, his touch fading as he moved away. Tears filled Chester’s eyes. After he’d stopped shaking, he carefully climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Terror made his legs rubbery as he stumbled away from the two men he wished he could keep but knew he was more likely to destroy. His mates would only survive his death if he didn’t fully bond with them. He was selfish enough to have sex with his mates, but not to bind them to him forever.
When Dillon had almost bitten him to leave a mating mark, Chester had freaked. What if by biting him Dillon became poisoned? He couldn’t be responsible for infecting the man he could easily love.
Sobbing, he slammed the door shut behind him and locked it with a shaking hand. He wasn’t worthy of these amazing men. Chester turned on the shower. He waited for the water to start steaming before he stepped inside. There wasn’t enough water in the world to wash away his sorrow. 3Chapter Two
Dillon watched Chester run away. Heartbroken and sick to his stomach, he turned to Evin. “He doesn’t want my mark.”
Evin’s brown eyes reflected Dillon’s concern. “I’ll go talk to him and find out what’s going on.”
Dillon nodded. He rubbed his chest where it ached from his mate’s rejection.
The owl shifter pressed a soft kiss on Dillon’s lips. “I’ll be back. Remember…the kid is nuts about you.”
Dillon had thought the same thing up until about a minute ago, but it was never good when someone fled the room after sex. There was no positive spin he could come up with to explain that behaviour.
Evin patted Dillon’s shoulder as he followed after Chester. Dillon watched Evin try to open the door.
“It’s locked.”
“Break it open. I don’t care.” Dillon knew he sounded like a lifeless zombie but what did he have to care about anymore? He’d lived his life hoping to find his other half. Now, after finding there were two men in his mating, it looked as if he was going to be the odd man out.
Giving Evin a half-hearted smile, he grabbed some
