Hunter(Zeus's Pack 5)(18)

He normally wasn’t a violent man, but his wolf wasn’t going to have either of his mates mistreated in any shape, form, or fashion. And neither was Hunter. He slid a little closer to Quinn, enjoying his mate’s scent. As Hunter inhaled, he saw Quinn’s cock hardening in his jeans.

Hunter rolled his body until he was on his knees in front of Quinn.

“Hunter,” Quinn said in the most whiskey-laced voice Hunter had ever heard. It was low and husky, deep, and sensuous. He leaned forward and mouthed Quinn’s Levi’s. The bulge jerked and Quinn’s breath hitched audibly. Hunter reached up and relieved Quinn’s cock from its confines. His thumb traced the pre-cum, swiping it, and then Hunter placed his thumb in his mouth.

“Oh shit.” Quinn groaned. His arms remained on the back of the couch, his eyes hooded and fixated on Hunter’s mouth. Quinn lifted his feet one at a time as Hunter removed his mate’s shoes. He slid his hands into Quinn’s waistband, tugging at his jeans. Quinn lifted his hips, allowing Hunter to remove them. Hunter tossed them onto the floor, palming Quinn’s cock and leaning forward.

The scent hit his system like a drug.

Hunter ran his tongue over the engorged head. The taste of his mate’s body tore a moan from his chest. Quinn’s hands came off the back of the couch and landed on Hunter’s head, his hips powered up, his cock driving further into Hunter’s mouth.

“Hunter, fuck. Please.”

His hand cupped Quinn’s sac, holding them gently as he massaged them. Hunter could feel Quinn’s legs shaking, his thigh muscles contracting as Hunter snaked his hands under Quinn’s knees, lifting his legs high into the air, taking him down his throat.

Hunter tilted his head, lapping and sucking on his mate’s cock. Quinn spread his legs apart, planting his feet on Hunter’s back. Hunter’s hands skimmed up and down Quinn’s thighs, calves, and hips. His skin was soft, pimpled with goose bumps.

“Hunter, please.” Quinn writhed under him. Hunter used his saliva and wet his fingers, pressing them into Quinn’s quivering starburst. It was tight, the muscles squeezing around his fingers as they slid in to the knuckle.

“God, yes.” Quinn panted, riding Hunter’s fingers. Hunter’s own cock begged for release, pled with Hunter to enter Quinn’s tight flower.

Hunter released Quinn’s cock from his mouth, standing and kicking his shoes off. He pushed his jeans down, and stepped out of them, his eyes locked onto Quinn’s throbbing cock. Hunter pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside as he climbed onto the couch and over Quinn.

Quinn’s body melted into the couch as Hunter’s body covered his. The strong hardness of Quinn’s body was a contrast to his soft and succulent lips. Hunter cupped the back of Quinn’s head, holding his mate in place as he dipped his head. His kiss was slow, thoughtful, and tender as he took Quinn’s lips.

Hunter repositioned himself, lined his cock up to Quinn’s hole, and pressed in. Quinn bit Hunter’s bottom lip as Hunter inched his way in until he was fully seated.

“My god, you feel so fucking good,” Hunter crooned in Quinn’s ear. He pulled back and then slowly pushed back in. Quinn lifted his legs and wrapped them around Hunter’s waist, groaning as Hunter took him.

Hunter smelled Tristan’s scent and knew his rainbow had entered the living room. He could hear the shuffling of those bunny slippers across the floor as Tristan made his way over. Tristan took a seat in the chair and just stared at them. Hunter ducked his head down and looked over at Tristan.

His rainbow was watching them intently.

Hunter wanted his baby to join them, but from his reaction earlier, maybe just showing the slim man that sex wasn’t abusive or harsh would be the better route. Hunter whispered into Quinn’s ear. “We have an audience. Show him what sex is really about.”

Quinn nodded, raising his arms above his head, and then moaned loudly. Hunter sure hoped it wasn’t an act. He leaned back, pulling Quinn’s legs from around his waist and then lifting them into the air. He thrust in and out, taking it slow but adding the right amount of snap to his thrust.

Tristan slid off the chair, scooting a little closer. His eyes locked onto the pair on the couch.

Hunter pushed Quinn’s legs toward his chest, damn near bending him in half. He sawed in and out, Quinn mewling and keening as Hunter fucked his ass.

Tristan scooted an inch closer, his hands splayed on the hardwood floor as he crawled closer, his lips parted.

Quinn grabbed his bobbing cock, squeezing and pumping it in his hand as Tristan slowly made his way to the coffee table. Hunter could see the tent in the front of his pajama pants.