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He’d be content to just watch, if that was what Octavius wanted.
He leaned a shoulder against the wall and recalled the very familiar taste of Jay’s blood on his tongue, and how that blood would be flowing down Octavius’s fine throat, replenishing him, feeding him, bringing his body and mind alive. There was little like the sensation of feeding from the vein, except sex. Watching Octavius, and how Jay responded too, fired up Saint’s needs, making him hungry.
Saint and Octavius were both filthy from battle. They smelled like dead nyk ash and stale blood. The raw, viciousness of battle, and the softness of Octavius’s glances afterward...
Saint looked away. He had to. Because if Octavius knew how he felt, he’d invite him over there, and he needed to feed more than Saint needed to fuck. Probably.
He closed his eyes, willing his blood to cool. Jay’s moans grew louder, his human body responding, not from venom, but from pure, primal need all of his own. He’d be hard, and clutching at Octavius. But Octavius didn’t do sex when he fed. Which was a damn shame. Saint would have liked to have watched that too—watch Octavius grip Jay’s hips and pump into him. What a sight, his little wolf, and his sunshine, performing for him and each other.
He adjusted his pants around a throbbing erection. Perhaps watching hadn’t been such a great idea.
“You want in?”Octavius asked in his mind. He’d seen Saint moveand locked gazes with him.
Saint wantedin, in multiple ways, but what was Octavius offering? “You need to heal,” Saint said, sounding gruffer than he should. This wasn’t for him. Octavius needed blood and rest. He probably did not need Saint going down on him, or Saint brutally fucking him, since he’d need to recover his strength.
“Come here,”Octavius demanded.
Saint freed a growl, both hating how he could command Saint to obey, yet loving it too.
He pushed from the wall and sauntered over, stopping behind Jay, with Octavius’s crystalline eyes watching him the whole way. But then Octavius seemed to falter. His gaze skipped, unsure.
“Kiss him,” Saint said, leaning in to press against Jay’s back. Jay murmured his agreement and shifted his hips, grinding his ass against Saint’s cock.
Octavius withdrew his fangs, licked up the wound with a small amount of venom to seal it, and brushed his cheek over Jay’s. This was new for Octavius, hence the hesitation in his eyes, but there was curiosity in his gaze too. He wanted this but didn’t understand it.
Jay turned his face and teased a kiss against the corner of Octavius’s mouth. Octavius opened and answered Jay’s query, brushing his lips over Jay’s. Hm, there were few pleasures in life that compared to kissing a warm and willing human.
“There was a moment earlier, when I thought I’d lost you both,”Octavius said into Saint’s thoughts.
Fuck going slow. He’d been trapped behind bars forever and never thought he’d feel so close to another soul again as he did with Octavius. Saint clutched the back of Octavius’s head and slammed a kiss on his lips, with Jay pressed between them.
“Never,”he thought back, unsure if Octavius could hear thoughts but knowing he’d feel it in their kiss. Having Octavius brought him to life again, made him want to fight for this world, even made him want to fight for the Brotherhood—something he’d vowed never to do again.
Saint eased back, breaking the kiss in a way that promised more, and dragged the tips of his fangs over the raw, still healing bite mark on Jay’s neck. A shudder ran through Jay, and then through Saint. Octavius must have felt it too.
“I just…” Jay gasped. “I need to do this, been wanting to do this…” He went to his knees in front of Octavius, and Octavius—his expression serious and severe—let Jay free his dick from his pants and slide the thick member between his lips.
The moment Octavius looked up, straight at Saint, Saint knew he’d lost his heart to the pair of them. They were so different, yet so perfect. Octavius’s glacial hardness, and Jay’s endless warmth. There had never been so brilliant a match, and by some miracle, they were both wonderfully Saint’s.
Octavius let his head fall back. His smooth throat undulated, temptation personified, and his dangerous fangs gleamed between parted lips. Gods, he was a vision of nyktelios beauty and lethality, all wrapped up in a lithe body and sharp mind.
Saint circled behind Octavius. There were things he could do to him that would make him lose his mind to lust, but after fucking him raw once, he’d try a more subtle approach this time. Inching Octavius’s trousers down, off his hips, he captured him around the waist and nuzzled his neck, below his ear. “Let me pleasure you.”
His breath hitched. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“Let’s find out.” Saint clutched Octavius’s ass in both hands and squeezed. Right now, he had his cock down Jay’s throat, and while Saint knew how Jay could do wonderful things with his tongue, Saint was focused elsewhere. He licked his fingers, then slid them down, between Octavius’s ass cheeks. Octavius wasn’t so naive as to not suspect what Saint had in mind, but he was new to such intimacies.
Saint clutched his hip with one hand, holding him against his chest, and teased his fingers over Octavius’s hole, testing to see if he wanted more. His whimpered moan suggested more would be welcome. Saint was going to make him come with his fingers riding him hard and Octavius’s cock down Jay’s throat. What better way to relax after a bloodthirsty battle?
This was how it should be, with love and sex and feeding—indulging, caring. They were stronger together, and finally Octavius had begun to embrace the truth, instead of fearing it.
There had always been a better way. And now Octavius knew Saint would always be here for him, forever.
CHAPTER35
Octavius
The cookies had done it.Jayden’s ridiculous interruption, and the Brotherhood’s alarmed but accepting response to having freshly baked cookies delivered to their door, had let Octavius know that they were all safe together. The same as he knew now, with Jayden’s hot, sucking mouth on his dick and Saint’s firm, probing fingers stroking a part of him that sent electric sparks up his spine, that this was right.
