Trouble Comes in Threes by M.A. Church

to fuck him.”
    “Right. You have to come in him and drink his blood.”
    “Then do you have any advice on how to go about doing that? Not the blood-drinking thing—that doesn’t seem to be a problem for me, knock on wood. The come-in-him thing, I mean. He doesn’t like bottoming. So, how do I make it good for him? Or can I?”
    “He’s let me top him a few times. Not much. The best way is to suck him while fingering him. He’s so tight, Kirk, it takes a while. Use lots of lube and try to keep his mind on his dick. Stretch him until you can get three fingers in him… then go slowly.” Tal held the end of his braid, looking around.
    “Hold on, I think I have a rubber band in one of the drawers.”
    “Oh good. I don’t want to get it wet after what you said.”
    I hunted through the drawers until I found what I was looking for. “Here you go, and I don’t blame you. So… go slowly?”
    “Be gentle. He has the tightest ass I’ve ever known. Make love to him on his back so he can see you. His cat won’t allow any other position. And, frankly, he can get a little pissy even with that. His animal looks at it as a threat to his dominance. Jack him off the whole time too.”
    I checked the water. “It’s too bad he doesn’t like to bottom. He’s missing a lot. But if you don’t like it, it’s not missing out, huh? Okay, water’s ready. And thanks, Tal. I want this to be as good as possible for him.”
    Tal nodded, then stepped in the shower. I ducked in the bedroom and grabbed the bedspread and pillows, my mind racing. Slow and gentle were the keywords. Dolf didn’t like the actual act, but I bet he’d like a little pampering.
    That’s what I’d do—maybe some massage and slow kisses—to help get Dolf in the mood. There was more to fucking than penetration. Okay, maybe there wasn’t. But there damn sure was to making love, and that’s what Tal had called it. Making love.
    Holding the bedspread and pillows in my arms, I hesitated outside the den. Dolf lay on the old bedspread we’d put down earlier, a throw over his hips. The firelight touched him, making him appear darker than he was. He lay on his side, staring at the fire, his head resting on his hand. My breath tangled in my chest as I watched him. He made me want to break out in song or some sort of nonsense.
    “Come lay down with me, sexy.”
    I jerked so hard I almost dropped what I held in my arms. How did he know I was standing there?
    “Did I mention shifters have a heightened sense of smell? Hearing too.”
    “I bet that can be a pain at times.” I sat by him and spread the pillows out.
    “Sometimes. But when I smell you or Tal, I’m glad I do. Of course, forget carrying on private conversations. Even if you stood at the other end of the house and whispered, I’d hear you. We don’t mean to eavesdrop, but it’s difficult not to.”
    “Huh. Well, I’ll remember that. No cussing under the breath. Got it. And I’m not sexy,” I added as I arranged the bedspread over me. “That fits you and Tal, not me.”
    Dolf leaned into me. “I really wish you’d stop that. I find you sexy. Period. Sex appeal is in the eye of the beholder. I like the few strands of white in your hair. The brown of your eyes reminds me of dark chocolate, which is one of my favorite things.” Dolf purred, cupping my jaw.
    One of his fingers rubbed across my bottom lip, a little teasing touch. My lips parted and he slipped his finger inside. I sucked on the digit as though it were a cock, my tongue swirling around it. Dolf’s eyes grew heavy as he watched me, his purring growing louder.
    “Like I said, I find you sexy. I say what I mean.”
    I could not only smell him, but seeing a tent above his lap, I believed him. “I… I’m not used to thinking of myself that way.”
    Dolf brushed his lips over mine. “Then I’ll make sure you do.”
    Shit. “Dolf….” I sighed into his mouth. God, the man could kiss. “There’s no way I can get it up again