The Shepherd (The Game 6)

“Please, Master!” Tate cried out in the background.

At the same time, Sloan dropped his gaze and focused solely on sucking me off.

“Shit.” I clenched my jaw and nearly banged my head against the backrest. “Christ, just like that.” I wove my fingers into Sloan’s hair and groaned as he took me deeper. Fucking hell, that felt good. Holy fuck. “Archie, prepare Sloan’s ass for me. Then I want your sweet little mouth glued to his cock—Wait. Give me a kiss first.”

“Right away, Owner.” He turned around again and all but dove for me, and he kissed me with so much need and passion that I didn’t have to ask what he was in the mood for.

I grabbed his jaw and pushed the tip of my tongue into his mouth, automatically mimicking the movements of Sloan’s tongue around my cock.

“My gorgeous men…” I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and glanced at Archie, seeing the heavy lust in his eyes. “You make me the luckiest fucker on the planet.”

Archie melted into my touch. “I think I can speak for both of us when I say we feel the same, Master.”

Sloan hummed around me, sending vibrations up my cock, and I groaned through a chuckle.

“Fuck me, that felt amazing. Do it again.” I grinned.

He met my gaze with some amusement and hummed once more.

Jesus.

“All right—” I squeezed Archie’s ass and nodded for him to get cracking. I’d been still long enough. I needed to move. I needed to fuck.

Maybe they shared my urgency, because Archie sprang into action, and Sloan positioned himself on all fours over me so it would be easier for the boy to get him ready.

Within minutes, it was as if we all stepped into a porno. Or one of our orgy rooms upstairs. Pants pushed down past our hips, shirts tossed on the ground, undershirts too. Kingsley had killed the fire and started fucking Tate right there on the cross, Cam was getting railed by Lucian, Noa rode his Daddy’s cock, and Sloan and I collided with mouths, hands, and bodies, him on top of me, while Archie slicked up Sloan’s ass with his fingers.

Frustration dropped a heavy weight on my chest. I didn’t handle being pinned to anything well, and Sloan fucking knew it.

“Ease up unless you wanna get fucked like an animal,” I growled.

He nipped sharply at my bottom lip and fucking trapped me with his legs too. His smirk told me everything I needed to know. He wasn’t looking for anything gentle. He went even further; he almost crossed a line. He grabbed my hands and held them against the backrest above my head—and I let him. I watched him the whole time. I observed him. I studied my prey. Because that was who he wanted, wasn’t it? Me as the predator?

“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into, sweetheart?” I whispered.

He hummed into an intoxicating kiss that made me moan. “You have a reputation, Shepherd. Don’t disappoint me.”

I broke away from the kiss and glared up at him. He was playing with fire.

The pressure kept building. My breaths came out labored, as if my lungs had shrunk. I bristled. Something in me ignited, and I knew what was going to follow. He could fucking forget Archie’s mouth on his cock, because there’d be no room. Sloan was asking for it.

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, the bliss so evident that I assumed it was from whatever Archie’s fingers were doing.

I drew in a deep breath through my nose.

“You’re ready.” Or else. Because I was done waiting. Summoning all my strength, I shoved him off of me and manhandled him onto his stomach. “Get up.” I gripped his hips and yanked him onto all fours, and then I let the fleeting anger and possessiveness rush through me and take the wheel.

Someone screamed out their orgasm, the lounger creaked under our weight, Archie climbed up, a red haze blanketed my vision, and then he dipped down and kissed Sloan. Without my permission, I managed to note right before I decided I didn’t give a fuck, because I wasn’t the only one losing control. I pressed the head of my cock against Sloan’s ass and pushed, hard, forcing myself deep inside him in a swift motion.

“Christ.” Sloan’s strained growl joined the other moans and groans.

Every muscle in my body tensed with pleasure and hunger, and I went with it. I started fucking him the same way I’d taken Archie the first time. Before he was completely ready, before he could adjust to my size. Out of control—that was evidently what we were aiming for tonight, and fuck, it was exactly what I needed. Wild, animalistic, without rules.

Sloan and I had followed our own dumbass rules for fifteen years now.

That was over.

I reached forward and grabbed a fistful of his hair. “Archie, get on your knees and let Sloan suck you off instead. I think he needs to feel how much we own him. His place is with us now.”