CLAIM THE CORE
Luke’s hips began to buck, a desperate rhythm building within him.
Kael, seeing the raw pleasure on Luke’s face, pulled back from the kiss, his eyes burning. He moved down, his large, calloused hand cupping Luke’s balls, squeezing gently. Luke cried out, a guttural sound, as Kael’s other hand found his prostate, pressing and rubbing through the thin skin of his perineum. The combination of sensations—Elias’s mouth on his cock, Damon’s tongue in his ass, Kael’s hand working his balls and perineum—was overwhelming, a maelstrom of pleasure that threatened to shatter his very being.