Heat Race - Tanya Chris Page 0,22

Jasper made. Jasper had been fucking Saul while Elias was fucking him—just as thoroughly and twice as hard—and now there was a puddle of come in front of Saul’s softening cock and an expression on his face like he’d tasted heaven.

Jack Henry reached out to clasp Saul’s hand, exalting with him, commiserating with him. They’d both been thoroughly used and were thoroughly spent. Saul’s smile was sleepy and precious, a contrast to his formidable bulk. If the two of them mated, would Saul expect Jack Henry to fuck him? Would he want to? He definitely didn’t want to right now. Right now he wanted…

Jasper. Jasper hadn’t come inside him earlier. He hadn’t come inside Saul either. He was still beautifully hard, his cock the most magnificent of the three. Starting with that monster had allowed Jack Henry to easily take the other two. Now he wanted to finish with it. That was what he’d been missing—Jasper’s load.

Jasper smiled at him, understanding. He’d understood this whole time, had known what Jack Henry needed at every step. No matter how much Jack Henry loved Elias’s nerdy soul or Saul’s benign strength, he could only make one choice.

“Alpha.”

Jasper’s grin went positively feral. Fangs appeared between his lips, sharp and hungry. “There’s my baby,” he said as he tugged Jack Henry out from under Elias to take him in his arms. “Let’s get you what you need so you can get some sleep, huh?”

Jack Henry nodded. He couldn’t put into words what he needed, but he trusted Jasper to give it to him. Elias and Saul backed away to the edges of the platform, ceding center stage to them. Jasper laid him out on their bed of clothes, smoothing the layers into softness and centering him on top, as if he were a jewel resting on a bed of velvet.

“Why don’t you-all help me with this?” Jasper said as he pushed Jack Henry’s knees up.

Elias and Saul each took one of his legs, pulling them gently but irresistibly up and back until he was spread wide, on display like he’d been at the beginning but a lot less self-conscious about it now. He didn’t care what anyone saw, not when he could tell how much all three alphas treasured him, not when their sole intention was to sate him.

Jasper slid into him easily this time, coming back to claim what he’d let the others borrow. Jasper must be his alpha. There was too much rightness in ending the night like this. As Jasper started thrusting, Jack Henry relaxed, confident he was in competent hands. The motion they started had the familiarity of their earlier joining and the increased fluidity of his greater experience. He knew how to be fucked now, knew how to take his alpha’s cock, to squeeze and cling to it, to relish every inch. He knew how to roll his hips to meet Jasper’s, and he knew that electric tingle of approaching orgasm.

Yes, Jasper’s cock was the biggest of the three—Jack Henry’s eyes told him that—but it felt even bigger than it looked, as if it were still expanding, though he didn’t see how that could be possible. But a few strokes later he couldn’t doubt it anymore. Jasper’s cock was stretching him wider with each entry and seemed almost unable to exit on the withdrawal.

“Alpha?” He searched Jasper’s face, not understanding but willing to accept. The stretch and burn felt so good, seemed so important.

“You like my knot, baby?”

Knot. Of course Jasper had a knot. He was a true wolf, a feral throwback. All those fantasies, those legends he’d never been sure were true, were true in Jasper.

“Knot!” Yes. That was it. That was what he needed. “Knot!”

“Uh huh.” Jasper stopped thrusting to nuzzle their faces together. The temporary stillness allowed Jack Henry to feel Jasper’s knot expanding, growing bigger with each throb, tying them together. “This is going to get rough.”

Jack Henry nodded. Yes. Knot, rough. All of that. Yes. He pushed on Jasper’s shoulders, urging him to get to it, and Jasper got to it. Nothing had ever been like this before. The speed and recklessness with which Jasper was taking him—there was no respect in it, but Jack Henry didn’t want any. He wanted to be used like this. Like a toy, like a wanton, like an omega. His body sang with lust as Jasper forced his knot in and out. There was no resisting it, no chance of holding anything back.

Jasper drove into him with one