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King Maker

Part 3: The Tipping Point

Sneak Peek

Jace was roused from his sleep as powerful hands groped over his abdomen and pec. Jace gave a little groan from his exhaustion, but those hands roaming and groping wouldn’t be denied.

“Raul…” Jace murred. “I’m a little tired-” Jace was cut off as the rat behind him simultaneously found his pussy and sunk his buck teeth into his scruff, his tongue lulling over a series of mating bites. Jace had a flash of memory from each one that Raul’s thick tongue ran over. One in particular was from earlier that week.

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Jace was dripping with need and Raul was off completing his set in another part of the gym. Jace managed to get behind a couple rows of lockers on the gym floor, leaning against the ice cold metal as his heat ravaged him with potent hot flashes. Jace was panting, and not because his usual weights were giving him trouble, but, because of Gilles little punishment, the waves of need were crashing Jace with paralyzing desire.

“Hey, Jace?” someone asked through the lusty fog. “You okay dude?”

Jace cracked his eyes open one at a time to see Eric, Raul’s best friend.

“Yeah…I’ll be okay…once it passes,” Jace panted out.

“Holy shit, Raul wasn’t kidding,” Eric gave a soft moan as his nose twitched. “Your heat is deep and never stops, does it.”

“He bragging about me again? The fucking dork,” Jace couldn’t help but huff out a half-hearted chuckle.

“Ya know…he said to help you…” Eric came forward, the short stack barely coming up to Jace’s pecs. “I could…ya know…give you some relief.”

“Raul thinks he can throw me at other people now?” Jace’s voice was stern, but the shiver of need running up his spine belied his thoughts on the matter. Raul was starting to treat him like property? He was progressing faster than anticipated.

“No, he…he said I could help…but he’s kind of been…well…his appetite for sex has grown, and you’re not always around…”

“Are you saying he fucks you?” Jace cocked a brow.

“I mean…yeah man. It ain’t anything personal, but…I mean…ever since you got him into lifting, he’s been a beast, and those nuts are just crazy how much they produce. You’re not mad, are you?”

“Nah, not mad,” Jace lifted his leg, the powerful and flexible appendage coming down on Eric’s shoulder. “But if you’re going to be taking care of him while I’m indisposed, I hope you’re ready to do the same for me.”

Eric shuddered his knees giving out as he collapsed from more than the weight of that leg. That heat was like a sucker punch that took the breath out of the cute basset hound’s lungs. Jace just kept looking down at Eric and gave him a sly smirk and a nod. Eric’s eyes darted from Jace’s unnatural violet orbs to the hem of his booty shorts. The hound’s hands came up, shaking as he lifted his fingers to grip the hem of those shorts and pull them down with reverence.

Eric thought Jace’s heat was strong, but once he pulled the sopping panties away from that dripping spade, he got a hit of the uncut, pure product. Eric felt his four incher throb in his pants and a sense of dominance try to take root, but Eric knew the rules of the pack. He wasn’t the alpha, he was just some omega that ate at the scraps that Raul deemed worthy for him to have. Given, Raul never said this, and he would probably think it a little crazy, but he didn’t need to. Raul’s musk was heavily muddled all over that spade. Raul had laid claim to those puffy lips, that beautiful triangle was owned property of their growing friend. All Eric could do was bring his muzzle to it, his teeth chattering from the thick pheromones, drool dripping from the corners of his muzzle.

“Go on,” Jace encouraged. Eric gave one last look in Jace’s eyes before moving his muzzle forward and kissing that delicious spade. Eric’s tongue lulled out and over those dripping folds, his muzzle nuzzling and playing with that sensitive pussy.

Jace gave a soft moan as he laced his fingers in through Eric’s hair and encouraged him onward. The basset hound didn’t need to be asked twice as his tongue slipped inside. Eric could taste that sinfully sweet decadence of that spade, but also the musk and mark of his friend. He had sucked Raul off a couple times now, and he was familiar with the wolf’s pheromones that glazed that massive rat boner, but with the intensity of flavors reversed, he didn’t know which one he loved more. The sweet, syrupy delight of Jace’s snatch, or the salty brine of that bitch sticker Raul was packing.

Either way, Eric decided his place was on his knees as the base of this relationship’s triangle. He lapped, his tongue digging deep and still finding Raul’s mark. Eric knew Raul was big, but he had no idea that he had been seating his claim so deep inside those velvety folds.

And that sexy silk was sinful.

Despite the amount of sex Raul bragged he got from the wolf, he was sure it was a lie with how tight that pussy was. Eric had his asshole gaped plenty a time, so he knew what he was talking about. The way those slick walls still gripped and tried to nurse on his tongue was proof enough that the two didn’t fuck nearly as much as the rat said.

But he was wrong. Raul may have even downplayed it.

Though, the burden of proof was on the two nymphos. The fact remained that it didn’t matter in that moment what Eric thought, so long as he kept eating that delicate peach.

“There you two are,” a deep voice murred.

Jace’s eyes shot open as his pussy clenched at the sound of that voice. There, at the end of the hall of lockers was the rat man. He stood just over six feet tall and only wearing athletic shorts and his shitty converse. The shoes were starting to bend and break, not able to contain the growing man’s soles let alone the rest of his body. Strong muscles ran down his arms, lean muscle and six pack abs with two solid pecs. The muscles in his neck were defined as well, his delts visible, but not bulging as they swept up into his thick jaw and powerful Adam’s apple. His black hair had grown out a bit, the Rat opting to let it get a bit shaggier and longer. He wore a beany to catch his sweat, the black hat a few shades darker from his workout.

“R-Raul? You d-d-done with your set?” Jace asked.

“Oh yeah baby,” Raul swaggered forward and gently pushed Eric out of the way. Raul’s lips pressed against Jace’s, his tongue lulling into his mouth. Jace still had to bend his head down a little, but every time they fucked he had to bend less and less. Jace shuddered as he felt Raul’s fingers slide into his spade, those thick digits playing with his sensitive buttons the exact way that would drive him insane. He knew them well by now. Raul broke the kiss and leaned into Jace’s ear.

“Turn around,” he ordered. He wasn’t asking. Raul hardly ever asked anymore. He knew Jace was always hot to trot.