What's Your Poison? (6 page)

Lavi’s lovemaking was truly amazing, the way he threw his body into every thrust and retreat and how his muscles would contract in a sensual wave.

When Van pegged his prostate, all thoughts of calmness vanished under the weight of pleasure. Van must have caught his breath, because the vampire began driving up into him with abandon until he shouted and filled Jacko with his cum, hips still pumping erratically.

One stroke, two, then Jacko floated away again into a second orgasm, losing where he was in this time and place. The next thing he knew he was yanked down again when Lavi’s fangs pierced his neck a split second before Lavi’s thick, long dick speared into his ass. How had he missed Van leaving his body? It must have been when he was blissed out.

“Ah!” Being bitten was a turn on for him, but he didn’t know how much more he could take as his limbs shook and his cock throbbed angrily at being denied the full release.

He was still lying on top of Van and the vampire’s arms were around his waist like a clamp, keeping him balanced as Lavi started thrusting in earnest. Van’s shaft was now rapidly hardening against his back and he moaned, wriggling against it until Van got the idea and shifted downward so his cock rode along Jacko’s ass and prodded his balls. One arm rose from his waist as Van reached up to gently rub his nipples, toying with them.

The extra stimulation must have echoed back on Lavi because his other mate hissed against his throat and Jacko knew his control had slipped. Lavi gave a few more powerful thrusts and he was lost. Van’s cock nudged his sensitive balls again and Jacko’s back arched.

“Coming!”

Lavi’s lips left his skin, but not for long as the vampire claimed his mouth, eating the scream that tore from his throat as he came so hard he wondered if his balls had actually detonated. Lavi’s shout came a moment later and Van grunted below him, impossibly coming again.

Lying in a heap, content to be in the middle of the pile, Jacko nuzzled Lavi’s shoulder. “I can feel you in my head, hear what you’re thinking if I concentrate,” he said, rubbing his face over the paw tattoo on Lavi’s chest as his wolf rumbled with satisfaction inside him. Both of his mates were properly claimed now. “Feeling better?”

“Much.” Lavi’s voice could only be described as that of a fully sated male.

Van and Lavi got to their feet, pulling Jacko up with them, and Lavi took his hand and Van’s. “I think we should space jump the rest of the way to the castle while we have a short reprieve.”

“It’s not over?”

Tipping back his head, Van let loose a deep happy chuckle, before ducking down and kissing his nose. “We’ve only
begun
to claim you, wolfie.”

That was the only warning he got before the world spun and he had to clench his eyes shut to stop himself puking. When he stopped feeling like an ice cube in a cocktail shaker, he opened his eyes and saw they stood atop a massive mountain of coins, all glittering and shining gold and silver with diamonds the size of his fist and jewels bigger than his head.

“I though you wanted me in the king’s quarters?” The thought of the silky fabrics gliding over his skin sent little tingles over his arms. His wolf like soft things.

“I saw this in Van’s head and decided we should start our sexual campaign here,” Lavi explained.

Swallowing audibly, Jacko tore his gaze away from all the riches and turned to his mates. They were the most stunning and valuable things in there, and their beauty took his breath away just like it did the first time he saw them.

“Do you have a throne?”

He could definitely get behind the idea of playing servant to the king.

“Never a servant, always my mate,” Lavi corrected, cupping his cheek.

Van snorted and nudged Lavi with his shoulder, shooting Jacko a sinful smile. “Hey, I liked where he was going with it. Come on, you still have Arthur’s throne, don’t you?” Van looked around, studying the enormous halls.

The name shocked him out of his lustful imaginings of being on his knees taking Lavi down his throat or Van turning him over the throne arm and fucking him hard and fast and he faltered. “Arthur? Do you mean who I think you mean?”

Ignoring his question, the vampire elders started skating down the huge pile of gold, muttering about it being around here somewhere and having to send word to Ashlock.

Chapter Four

Zeke

“I just got a message from Elder Lavi. The serum must work faster on vampires because it’s hit them—and hard, by the sound of impatience on the elder’s voice,” Ashlock said, laughing as he entered the back room of the tattoo studio where Zeke was sitting with his pants around his ankles on all fours on the padded leather table.

“I thought Jake said it would be like a day?”

“To be fair, he said
up to
twenty-four hours. I feel fine, horny as usual, but nothing I can’t control until we get home. It probably hit them early because they’re older and more powerful. Damn, that’s a good sight. We need to get one of these things at home. You look good like this, all spread and waiting for me.” Ashlock’s hands came to rest on Zeke’s back and smoothed a hot line up and down his spine.

“Well, now that you know how to do piercings, we can. I’m sure there’s more metal heads in the coven and pack than just you and Hunter.” Zeke knew how much Ashlock had enjoyed learning how to do all the piercings, it was one of the reasons why he’d decided to get one. The part where Ashlock had promised him a tongue bath and use of a certain special oil when he was all healed up wasn’t a hardship, either.

“That’s not a bad idea. Maybe you could design some furniture to sell on the website to match the style. That’s in right now, the whole goth rock look.”

“Way ahead of you. I’m making us a new chest of drawers out of walnut with studs and distressed leather.” In fact, he only had the final carvings of their names intertwined together in various scripts to carve left to do. A lick of varnish would finish the sucker up nicely. He already had three orders for similar ones from his brothers Remy and Micah as well as Jacko.

Zeke’s business had never been healthier since Ashlock, Frank and his family had helped him get back on his feet. The couple of vamps he’d taken on as apprentices were also making great strides, soaking up what he taught them like fanged sponges. The other vampires that were Ashlock’s friends had thawed to Zeke considerably since he’d made it clear Ashlock was his and not up for grabs under pain of death for whoever fancied their chances. In fact, once he’d thrown that punk Kimi through a window for daring to ask Ashlock to be his fuck buddy even after learning Ashlock was mated, everyone had warmed to him quite quickly.

“Urgh, you’re so perfect,” Ashlock moaned, smacking a kiss onto his back before the loving touches disappeared. He heard rustling and the snap of latex gloves.

“Hah! You say that before you punch a hole through my balls.” Zeke laughed, wriggling as nerves began to creep up on him again.

“You said you wanted one,” Ashlock reminded him gently.

“I know.” He was aware and he did, he just didn’t want a sharp implement anywhere near his junk. It didn’t help that Ashlock had explained the procedure in detail and his brain had fixated on the parts where his mate would push a needle through his skin using words like
thread
and
puncture.

“You don’t have to. I can get Frenchie back in here and she can do something on me. I’ve been thinking about getting a pubic piercing that would sit on the base of my cock.”

That image was enough to fight back his nerves, and Zeke pictured Ashlock playing with his new piercing and tugging the little hoop with his tongue. He shivered in response and twisted so he could see Ashlock looking at him with concern. “Maybe we can get that next time. It’s my turn now.”

Ashlock’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Okay, then.”

He growled as he realised his mate had thought he was going to chicken out.

The needle slid through his skin before he could say anything and he hissed, breathing through the pain. The intense burning turned into a tightness as he felt the tube being left behind in his skin when Ashlock removed the needle. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt.

“Nearly there, Zeke. You’re doing so well.” He could hear the
dink
of something metal being placed on the table, then Ashlock’s hands were back, fiddling with what he presumed to be the body jewellery. The attention changed the pain and shock into something hotter and much more interesting.

“Hurry up so I can fuck you,” he growled, clawing his fingers into the soft sponge under the leather upholstery. The sting shot from behind his balls to his cock, making him hard in record time. He wanted Ashlock to finish and take him home where they could celebrate with him using a few new toys on Ashlock. He’d bought them special for tonight.

There was the faintest relief as his mate replaced the tube with the silver ring with a red and blue bead he’d picked out, and he sighed. The relief was short-lived however as Ashlock’s breath tickled over his balls a second before his mate licked a wet line from his balls over his new piercing to his ass.

“Holy fuck, what are you doing?”

“I thought I’d save this as a surprise. You’ll be good as new and ready to play in a minute. You didn’t think I’d leave your delectable body alone for a week, did you?”

“This better not be a service you’re—ah!—going to offer every customer,” he forced out as his thighs shook and his dick throbbed in time to the licks and stabs of Ashlock’s tongue to his undercarriage. That teasing torture stopped suddenly, leaving him desperate and wanting.

“U-oh,” Ashlock exclaimed, sounding shaken. Ashlock pushed away from him, the stool wheels skittering across the tiled floor.

“What, what’s wrong?” He immediately flipped off the table and spun, his wolf senses searching for any threat or whatever had spooked his vampire. There was nothing. Frenchie was still out the front talking to a customer and his wolf didn’t catch any other sound or scent of anyone else nearby.

The jeans around his ankles hindered his movement and he growled, kicking them away so he was completely naked now from the waist down, wearing only a T-shirt that depicted two male, avenging superheroes in a very compromising position.

Ashlock groaned like he was in pain and clutched at the seat he was sitting on like he was afraid he was going to fall off. Or he was restraining himself. “It’s started. You need to go, Zeke. Oh God. I didn’t know it would be like this,” Ashlock wailed, shuddering violently as he fought in whatever struggle was going on inside him.

“Don’t be stupid. I’m not leaving you like this. Can you make it home?”

The red, hungry eyes narrowing in on him like he was prey answered that and he slowly backed away, hoping that he might be able to run and get Ashlock to chase him so they could get out of town and maybe into the forest. In a blur, Ashlock was gone from the stool, sending the seat spiralling into the opposite wall with a crash.

He didn’t jump when his wolf senses told him Ashlock was behind him, but it was a close thing. “Don’t run,” Ashlock breathed in his ear. Stilling, Zeke waited for his mate to make the next move, conscious that Ashlock might not be fully in control.

“Guy’s, I’m running out to get lunch, okay? Have fun and don’t wreck the place,” Frenchie called out from the front of the shop. A few seconds later, there was the sound of the bell jingling that hung over the door to let people know someone had entered or exited.

Zeke didn’t move a muscle, and as far as he could tell, neither did Ashlock. Having a vampire at his back had been something he’d become accustomed too and loved when Ashlock was feeling frisky and wanted to wrestle for the prize of who got to top. Neither considered themselves the loser no matter what the outcome. But right now, he felt vulnerable, and the spike of fear added to the mixed emotions in the atmosphere as lust mingled with need.

“I assumed it would make me really horny, like when we used too much elixir. But it’s so much more. I want you in my mind and all over my fucking skin until I’m drowning in you. I need to take you, please say yes.” There was a desperate undercurrent to Ashlock’s plea that tore at Zeke’s heart.

“Yes,” he whispered, unable to give any other answer. He would never leave his mate to hurt like this.

No sooner had he said the words than he was shoved face-first onto the leather piercing table and his shirt was ripped off his back in one motion. The position put his dick at an uncomfortable angle pressing up against a cold metal frame. He pushed up and away so he could rearrange himself, but froze when an angry hiss came from behind him.

Ashlock forced him back to where he’d been, slipping a hand around his waist to his stomach and downward, rescuing Zeke’s cock from being smashed into the hard side of the table. In his mate’s palm his shaft became erect, throbbing again.

“Mine. Say it!” A squeeze of warning.

“Yours, only yours, Ashlock.” He repeated twice, trying to soothe the vampire.

They had been totally unprepared for this. Like Ashlock, he’d presumed unblocking Ashlock’s vampire mating senses would just be like giving them a pass to have lots of sweaty sex until they collapsed from exhaustion and dehydration. This predator and prey sexual dynamic with an edge of aggression to it caught him completely off guard. Ashlock’s vampire side was calling the shots, eroding the human personality.

The hint of danger filtered through his consciousness and the bond between them pulsed with awareness. Zeke’s history with vampires wasn’t good, and this could set off all manner of flashbacks. Yet all he felt were
Ashlock’s
hands on his body, all he smelled was
Ashlock’s
citrus and spice scent and all he wanted was for his mate to take him and claim him. His wolf ached for it.

His back bowed as Ashlock scraped nails as sharp as claws down his back, speaking to the darker side of his lusts, the more animalistic side. He planted his feet more firmly apart and pushed up to his elbows on the table so his face wasn’t smushed into the cool leather. Ashlock growled, and Zeke wondered if his mate thought he was trying to get away.
As if.