The Mates Who Gave Him Salvation [Feral 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Scarlet Hyacinth

experienced before. Quinn’s hold tightened on his hair while Roarke’s hands gripped his hips in an ironlike vise, squeezing so hard it almost hurt. They were close to reaching their orgasms as well, which was understandable. G’aladon had already come once, and he felt his own climax approaching, pooling in his balls. His skin seemed to sizzle with the sexual energy gathering inside him, all over him.
    One more thing, he needed one more thing to send him over the edge, and Roarke provided it. He leaned over G’aladon and buried his fangs in his neck.
    It should have hurt, but it didn’t. Instead, pure ecstasy washed over G’aladon as he felt their connection fully click into place. They’d always been close, although it had taken all G’aladon had to bypass the barriers of the astral realm and speak into the minds of the two men. Now, that link was reinforced by Roarke’s claiming, and G’aladon’s soul became bonded with Roarke’s. He blindly clutched Quinn’s hips, feeling the human’s absence, wanting Quinn there with them.
    He didn’t want to climax, not until he felt Quinn’s connection with him settle as well, but his body wouldn’t be denied. When his orgasm came, it swallowed him whole in a whirlpool of lust, love, desperation, and need. Roarke grunted against his neck and climaxed as well, filling G’aladon’s ass with his seed. Then, Quinn arched, and after pumping his dick inside G’aladon’s mouth one last time, he found his peak, sending hot streams of cum down G’aladon’s throat.
    The chain seemed to trigger something unusual within Quinn. G’aladon blinked away the dizziness and looked up at his human lover, only to see that Quinn was glowing so bright that it hurt G’aladon’s eyes just to look at him. Quinn’s psychic abilities washed over him, propelling G’aladon into another, unexpected climax.
    Choking, G’aladon saw the light engulf him as well, and his own bond with the human snapped into place. This time, tears did start flowing, blurring his vision as he trembled under the two men. It was just too much, too intense, too powerful, and G’aladon felt both smaller and stronger than ever.
    Roarke licked the wound at his neck, releasing his hold on G’aladon’s throat, but still holding him tightly and keeping him from collapsing. Meanwhile, Quinn slipped out of G’aladon’s mouth and fell on the grass. G’aladon recovered from his daze just in time to realize that Quinn still glowed.
    The feral let go of G’aladon and crawled to Quinn’s side, taking the human in his arms. He gave G’aladon a puzzled look. “What’s going on?” he inquired.
    G’aladon’s mind was quickly recovering from the pleasure as concern invaded him. The instinct that had always served him in his magical pursuits told him what needed to be done. “Bite him.”
    Roarke nodded and licked his lips. The feral seemed to trust G’aladon implicitly, yet another thing that humbled him. G’aladon watched as Roarke sank his canines in Quinn’s neck, much like the wolf had done earlier for him.
    For a few seconds, Quinn’s glow only increased. But then, the human’s still-hard cock twitched and Quinn came once more, arching against the feral, clinging to Roarke. The orgasm triggered another explosion of bright light, and G’aladon closed his eyes, lest he be blinded by it. When he opened them again, he saw that at last, the light died down, and Quinn had collapsed in Roarke’s arms. G’aladon went to them, kissing Quinn’s shoulder and caressing the human’s silky skin. “Okay?”
    Quinn nodded, even if he seemed slightly dazed. “What just happened?” he asked.
    “I have no idea,” the feral replied.
    Both Quinn and Roarke were looking at G’aladon for an explanation. Strikingly, G’aladon found it. Pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, and he at last understood everything that had happened here. As always, it had been engineered perfectly, and G’aladon might have been