Page 10 of Dominated By the Dragon

“Faster,” Rafe growled.

Jonah groaned again. He considered arguing, but only for a second; instead, he hit the button on the bottom of the toy and thrust it in and out of his arse faster than before. His cock slapped against his belly as he writhed, trying to get the toy deeper.

He moved his hips and cried out when the ridges rolled over his prostate. His cock was hard and hot in his hand. How was he this close already?

“Fuck,” he managed. “I’m gonna…”

“Keep the toy there,” Rafe growled. “Stroke your cock.”

Jonah whined but did as he was told. He pressed the button to speed the ridges up again, back arching as he fucked up into his fist. Slick sounds came from the sofa. Were they touching each other again? Jonah wanted to lift his head and see, but he couldn’t do anything except grind the toy against his prostate and stroke his cock hard and fast.

“Perfect. Cum for us, Jonah. Show us what you’ve got.”

Rafe’s voice was low and rich, and Jonah squeezed his eyes shut as it made his cock even harder. His balls tightened, and he came with a strangled cry, arse twitching around the toy.

A few seconds later, it was too much, and he pulled the toy free, letting out a relieved sigh as pleasure moved lazily through him.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Finley muttered.

Jonah nodded his agreement, still too fucked out to lift his head. A strangled squawk escaped him when he was suddenly scooped up into Rafe’s arms. Rafe carried him over to the sofa and arranged Jonah in his lap, Jonah’s back to his chest.

“What are you—”

“Need to fuck you again,” Rafe all but snarled, and Jonah cried out when Rafe entered him hard. Jonah’s thigh pressed against Finley’s, and when Jonah turned his head, the three of them were watching him, Torin’s hands tight in Damon’s half-fastened shirt like he was forcing himself not to touch.

Rafe tugged on the chain still attached to Jonah’s nipples and Jonah whined again. He thought he might pass out from the overstimulation. Rafe bit at his throat, his other hand moving on Jonah’s too-sensitive cock.

“Rafe,”Jonah whined. The ridges on Rafe’s cock caught against his rim, and his breath caught in his throat. “Too much,fuck.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

Hedidn’t.He never wanted Rafe to stop.

No – that wasn’t true. After Rafe was done, he wanted the others to use him, too. Wanted Finley to knot him and keep himin place beneath him. Wanted Damon to stretch him so wide he thought he might die from it. Wanted Torin…

Rafe sucked a mark at the junction where Jonah’s throat met his shoulder and Jonah squirmed in his lap, cock stiffening again. Rafe let out a delighted noise.

“Such a perfect treasure we’ve found,” he cooed in Jonah’s ear. “So pretty and desperate for us.”

Jonah whined. He rocked his hips to try to meet Rafe’s short, sharp thrusts.

“You ready to take another load, Jonah? Want more of my cum?”

“Yes,” Jonah managed. Rafe tugged the chain harder, and he cried out. “Rafe!”

Rafe let go of Jonah’s cock and, in one swift movement, he removed the clamps from Jonah’s nipples. They throbbed in sudden relief and Jonah screamed as he came again, this time without a hand on him. Cum splattered over his torso and he heard Damon moan from further down the sofa.

Rafe bit the nape of Jonah’s neck hard as he came again. Jonah whined helplessly. He’d never felt so full of cum – what would it be like if they did all take turns to fuck him?

He collapsed back against Rafe’s chest and Rafe ran his hands down Jonah’s inner thighs and up his chest.

Jonah turned his head to look at the others. Torin winked at him.

“I can’t imagine what you’re going to be like for me.”