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To think, the years of hunting, and now he got off being hunted. Funny. Terrifying, really, that he trusts these two with his life. That he trusts a vampire not to drain him, a full wolf to have the restraint not to rip him in half. Or, maybe, the danger is part of the thrill.
Either way, Jack’s way past processing any of that, right now.
He’s past thinking of anything but the ache of his thighs and the burn of his breath, decoy scent paths for Dark, fake blood trails for Phantom. Anything to give his human body an edge against the beasts, every trap experience had taught him.
Run, the creek, double back, lose them, run, run, run.
And, suddenly, shit.
He was slammed bodily into the trunk of a large tree, not enough to really hurt, no, Phantom would never allow that. He may have even been worried, this time, with the number of blood trails Jack had left. But, now, looking down at him with a smirk all fangs, pinning Jack’s wrists above his head, Phantom could smell that he had plenty of blood pounding through his veins.
“Clever trick, button.” Phantom purred, easy, as if he hadn’t run for miles.
As if Jack couldn’t see his usually neat hair was unkempt with stray locks, the sheen of sweat that made the colorful ink of his skin nearly incandescent in the moonlight. Jack didn’t know when he’d abandoned the shirts, but, fuck, Nate was gorgeous like this, wild, fresh from the hunt, looking at Jack like he was seconds away from devouring him.
Jack flashed a teasing grin. “I’m full of ‘em.”
“Not for long.” Phantom said, low, like a warning. He leaned in, lips brushing over the pulse point of his throat. “You won’t have room, so full of me.”
Jack’s breath caught, with instinctual fear at having a predator at his throat, with the anticipation of what Phantom would do to him, with the arousal of being so close to Nate, close enough to mouth over the lines of his throat, his chest, if only Phantom would let him.
Phantom collected Jack’s wrists in one unyielding hand, the other gripping Jack’s chin as he shifted, so his face was bare inches from Jack’s, the pupils of his blood-red eyes blown wide as he met his gaze. Jack realized with a chill that he may have spent too much blood, that Phantom looked ravenous, barely restrained.
“Color?” He murmured, soft, reserved.
“Green.” Jack breathed.
And there was nothing soft or reserved about the way Phantom kissed him. Jack yielded to let him take, pushing into his mouth, demanding, biting, all fangs and blood. Jack moaned as Phantom sucked the blood from his lip, it was filthy, the way he let this vampire taste him.
Phantom’s free hand rid Jack of his pants hurriedly, and Nate pulled back briefly to uncap the little bottle from his pocket with his teeth, and then his hand disappeared between Jack's thighs, slick, cold fingers tracing over his entrance. Phantom watched him, intent, as he eased one inside. Usually, they took their time with Jack - Nate especially liked to open him up slowly, but, tonight, they both knew what was coming.
It wasn’t that Dark couldn’t control himself, he could, but that wasn’t what Jack wanted. Jack wanted to give him everything, feed every instinct, let Dark chase him, claim him, unrestrained. Phantom worked quickly, but expertly, pressing just right into the sensitive nerves inside Jack to have him hard and aching, moaning curses and shifting wider, to give Nate more access.
Even with the prep Jack has done earlier, he hissed as Nate pressed in a fourth finger, but, fuck, the burn was good, the feel of his body being forced so open, Nate's knuckles teasing at his rim until he was loose enough for them to slide inside him easily. Jack was so close, about to beg to cum, when Phantom's head snapped to the side.
Jack bit back a whine as Phantom withdrew his hand, turning them, so he was reclined against the tree, holding Jack to his chest, one hand around his throat, the other pulling at his inner thigh, spreading him, presenting him, as the massive wolf came to a stop in front of him.
Dark was eight feet of sleek, black fur and solid muscle, a vaguely human shape around the torso, arms, articulated front paws, but that’s where the similarities ended. Though Jack could see Damien behind the purple irises, gleaming sharply as he took in Jack, leaning in close, a low, possessive growl rumbling in Jack’s ear, hot breath on his skin. Jack tilted his head to submit, to let him scent, stifling the reflexive thrill of fear as Dark's long fangs brushed his vulnerable collarbone. Even with Jack's human nose, he could practically taste the heat of Dark's exertion, the miles he had crossed hunting his prey.
"Go on, dear heart, it is your moon, after all." Phantom crooned, delicate, and Jack gasped as the hand under his thigh slid to his knee, baring more of him to the wolf. “Now, sweet, little hunter, tell your wolf how much you crave his knot."
It took Jack an embarrassingly long moment, distracted by the bulk crowding him, to realize Phantom was speaking to him. “Yes.” He croaked hurriedly. “Yes, alpha, please - oh.” Jack let out a startled sound as Dark dug his claws into his shirt, biting at the collar of it to give him leverage to tear, to rip it right from Jack’s frame with a snarl, effortless.
Jack expected to be mounted, expected Dark to hoist his other leg and fuck into him, but then Dark crouched low, and Jack groaned as a broad tongue lapped over his still hard cock. Dark licked him again, and again, until Jack was leaking with it, hips rocking into the slick texture of it as much as he could manage in Phantom’s grip.
Then, Dark’s muzzle was pressing between his open thighs, and Jack choked on a whine as that large tongue pushed in, in, in, before withdrawing and pressing in again, fucking him smooth and easy, with how slick and open he was from Nate’s hand. It didn’t even register how close the sharp fangs were to Jack’s delicate skin, with the way Dark flicked and rolled his tongue just right against the sensitive nerves inside him, pulling filthy moans from him, as the leg he was standing on trembled with the effort of holding him, nearly buckling from the pleasure.
Phantom chuckled, low, in his ear. “Look at you, the strong, clever hunter, moaning around a werewolf’s tongue like a bitch in heat.” Phantom’s hand slid to grasp his jaw, so he could draw his fangs over Jack’s throat. “What a lovely, delectable thing you are.”
“Oh, fuck - please, please -” Jack gasped out, feeling his orgasm swell in his gut from the relentless motion of Dark’s tongue inside him.
Phantom hummed, nonchalant, but Jack could hear how thick his voice was with arousal, with hunger, and it did something funny to Jack’s head, knowing how he affected such a powerful being. “Please what?” He mused with a gentle nip to Jack’s skin. “Please let you cum on his tongue? Please don’t bite into you? Please let you go? All those traps you laid for us, now you get to enjoy ours, button.”
“Fuck, fuck - yes - green, green, god, please, m’close -” Jack groaned brokenly, giving Phantom permission, begging for his own, dizzy from the vampire at his pulse point, the werewolf between his thighs, so close to release, he was right there.
“Go ahead. Give in to us.” Phantom rasped, releasing Jack’s jaw to stroke a hand over his cock.
The next moment, Phantom sunk his teeth into Jack’s throat, and Jack’s orgasm surged through him, overwhelmed by the force of it, the pain, the tingling sensation of the vampire bite singing down his spine, held up by Phantom as his body spasmed with it, his leg weak with the pleasure of Phantom and Dark working him through it mercilessly.
As Jack came down, Phantom withdrew his fangs and mouthed over the bite, soothing it. Jack hissed as Dark’s tongue slipped from him, but the wolf seemed less caring of giving Jack time to recover, hooking a strong arm under Jack’s other leg, bracing the other against the tree behind them, and then Jack could feel the long, hard line of his cock rutting against his ass, and he whimpered as it caught teasingly at his hole.
“Yes.” Jack gasped, a hand carding into Phantom’s hair for something to hold onto, to ground him. “Fuck, Dark, yes - claim me - oh, fuck -”
Jack whined, squirmed as the wolf speared him open on his cock, slowly, inch by inch. It was a lot, it was so much, but Jack had been worked so loose that there wasn’t any pain, just a massive, solid girth pressing deep, igniting every nerve inside him, spent and raw and oversensitive from his recent orgasm. When Dark finally bottomed out, he pulled back harshly, watching the way Jack’s body startled with it, those violet eyes ravenous, covetous, as he fucked him long and deep.
“What a pretty sight, seeing you ravaged by your precious wolf’s cock.” Phantom breathed in his ear, voice thick, and Jack realized suddenly how much Phantom was restraining himself, his thirst, his desire, after smelling Jack’s blood for hours, and now watching the filthy things Dark was doing to him. “Look at your little cock, trying to get hard again so soon, such a needy thing. You were just made for us, weren’t you? Color.”
“Yes, g-green, oh Jesus, green.” Jack rasped. He met Dark’s gaze, clutching at the fur of Dark’s arm. “I’m yours, I’m yours, fuck, Dark.”
Dark let out a deep, rumbling growl, resounding in his chest, and increased his pace suddenly, hard, ruthless thrusts that left Jack breathless from the sharp pleasure forced on his overstimulated nerves, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as his cock hardened fully again.
Phantom soothed a hand over Jack’s side, murmuring how good he was, how well he was taking Dark’s cock, and Jack just hung on, gripping Phantom’s hair so tightly it must hurt. It was too much, it hurt, it felt perfect, to be fucked raw, brutally, under this beautiful, massive creature.
Then the sting of overstimulation started to fade, the swell of Jack’s second release rising steadily through him from the relentless piston of Dark’s cock, the searing pleasure coursing through him with each drive of the unyielding girth into him. Jack sobbed as own cock throbbed, drooling a slick line over his stomach, through the remnants of his previous orgasm, already aching with need again from the merciless fucking.
“Does he feel good, button? Are you going to cum on his knot?" Phantom slid his free hand over Jack’s stomach, pressing, and Jack groaned, feeling so full, wondering if Nate could feel each thrust of Dark’s cock through his skin. "Do you remember how big it is?”
“Yes, fuck, it’s so good. I want it - oh, please, alpha.” Jack moaned, feeling the beginning swell of Dark’s knot starting to catch sweetly on his rim, the possessive growl from Dark spurring on his rapidly cresting orgasm.
“He’s going to claim you.” Phantom rasped, every word dripping with barely controlled want. “He’s going to pump you full, and you’ll be his, inside and out.” Phantom turned his face into Jack’s hair, breathing deep. “And then, I’ll make you mine.”
“Yes - his - yours - oh -” Jack gasped out as Dark’s knot swelled larger, stretching him so wide, pushing him to the edge of his release. He heard the crack of wood behind him, as Dark's claws dug into the trunk.
“Cum for him, button.” Phantom murmured into his hair, soft, restrained.
Dark shoved deep into him with a snarl, knot swelling full, and Jack came with a wounded sound, neglected cock pulsing his second release over his stomach as Dark rocked into him, milking the oversensitive nerves inside him. Each spasm of Jack’s body around the knot spurred a fresh wave, until Jack was trembling, sobbing with the pleasure of it.
Dark nuzzled under Jack's jaw, as he twitched with the aftershocks, humming a low sound of contentment. Jack felt hazy, floaty, as Dark took his weight, and he whined as the knot shifted deeper into him, before Dark settled at the base of the tree, and Jack sank into his lap.
Jack's thighs were spread wide around Dark's massive torso, but it was comfortable, and he buried his hands, his face, into Dark's soft fur, as Dark wrapped strong arms around him. Jack whined as he felt Dark throb, releasing again inside him, but Dark lapped soothingly at his shoulder, and Phantom ran a gentle hand through his hair.
Nate settled next to them, resting his head on Dark's large arm as he brushed Jack’s sweat damp hair back with his fingertips. “Looks like you wore out our mighty hunter, dear heart.” Dark huffed, an agreement Jack felt waft cooly over the slick skin from the wolf's soothing.
“Hey.” Jack shot, cracking open his eyes to glare at Phantom. “I ain’t that easy.” Phantom must have stripped at some point, and Jack's gaze traced over long lines of bare skin and corded muscle, down to Nate's cock, thick and full and glistening with pre at the tip. “What about -” Jack gestured weakly.
“Don’t worry about it, button.” Nate’s lips curved softly, but Jack could see his blown pupils, the desire seeping from that dark, red gaze.
Jack scoffed. “Oh, yeah? Thought you were gonna make me yours - ahh -" Jack gasped as Dark came again, rocking his hips up into Jack in a small, abortive motion to milk his knot, growling low and pleased. Jack lifted a hand to pet affectionately over Dark's snout, the soft fur between his eyes.
"Insatiable human." Phantom chuckled, fond, and traced a finger along Jack's jaw. “Stuffed full of werewolf cock and still begging for more."
Jack smirked teasingly. "Maybe you're worried that after the fuckin' Dark just gave me, ya won't be able to satiate me."
The vampire moved quickly, and between one breath and the next, he was crouched between Dark's spread thighs, close at Jack's back, teeth barely grazing the nape of his neck, and Jack couldn't help but be reminded how vulnerable he was to such a dangerous predator, how much he trusted Phantom's love for him. Jack felt the reverberation of some deep, amused sound in Dark's chest where they were pressed together, as Phantom ran his nails down the ridge of Jack's spine.
"Careful, button. The wolf may not bite, but I do.” Phantom crooned through a hint of fang, sweet and threatening, sending a heated shiver through Jack. “Maybe I should show you, sink my teeth into you over and over, until there isn’t a nerve inside you left untouched by my venom, and when you're crying with it, when your body can take no more ecstasy, I’ll finally give you my cock. Or, maybe…”
Jack’s breath hitched, as he felt Phantom’s hand dip low, tracing over where he and Dark were locked together, but not just idly, pressing, testing the stretch of his rim. “If you’re so desperate for more, even with your greedy cunt filled with this massive cock, with so much of the wolf’s cum, maybe I should fuck you just like this.” Jack moaned as his rim yielded easily to Phantom’s finger, slipping into him alongside Dark’s knot, and, fuck, it felt huge, it felt like so much, as Phantom started pumping it smoothly in and out of him. “Yes, look at you, wanton thing. You do like that idea, don’t you?”
“Yes, fuck - yeah, Nate." Jack said breathlessly. "I’m ready, I want - Christ -”
Jack cut off with a broken, high-pitched sound as Phantom pushed in a second finger, slow and steady. Dark growled with it, rolling his hips at the stimulation on his knot. The feeling of it, the massive girth moving with Phantom's fingers inside him, sent surges of pleasure along Jack's overwrought nerves, and he clutched helplessly at Dark's fur as he rode through it.
They had talked about this, Jack's dirty little fantasy of taking both of them. He'd managed their human cocks already, but this was different, it was so different, feeling the stretch of Nate's fingers alongside the wolf's knot, knowing how much more he would stretch to fit the vampire's cock, wondering if his body could even take it, or if he was overestimating how much he could handle.
And, then, he wasn't thinking about anything, as Phantom sank his fangs into the nape of his neck, sank a third finger into him, sucking, pushing, rocking him between the sensations. It was intoxicating, the sharp sting of being drained, the burn of the fingers forcing him open, the tingling pleasure of the venom singing down his spine. Dark moved with Phantom's fingers, and Jack sobbed as he felt his knot throbbing with another release, his last, from Phantom fingerfucking them both.
Phantom slowed, removing his fingers when Dark's knot receded, mouthing over the new bite on Jack's neck to soothe it. Jack whimpered, feeling Dark's cock going soft enough to slip out of him, cum leaking from him instantly, as the wolf nuzzled him adoringly again.
"Turn him for me, darling wolf." Phantom requested, mild, as though he hadn't just drank from Jack, as though he hadn't been hard and aching this whole time.
Dark lifted Jack easily, large, articulated front claws nearly encircling Jack's waist as he turned him, spreading Jack's legs over his own, holding him open, presenting him, to their other mate. Phantom grazed teasing fingers over Jack’s cockhead, hard again from so much stimulation, before dipping his hand further down, rubbing appreciatively over Jack’s loose, cum drenched hole, leaning in close again, gaze raking over Jack covetously, hungrily, as though Jack is the first meal he's had in weeks.
"Stunning, so heated and flushed with need already, your poor, abused cunt dripping with cum." Phantom crooned, tonguing Jack's nipple a moment to elicit a gasp. "Your little hole clenching so sweetly, trying to close, even after being fucked so open like this."
Phantom sank four fingers into Jack's sensitive rim, curling them cruelly into the overstimulated nerves inside him. Jack moaned, arching with it, reaching up to grip onto the fur of Dark's neck.
"Poor button, giving yourself to a creature like me." Phantom rumbled over his skin, menacing and thick with desire.
Then he bit hard into Jack's chest, pulling a pained sound from Jack that broke into something pleasureful, as Phantom worked those fingers over the sensitive nerves inside him, as the venom sent liquid heat through his veins, as he felt Phantom drink a little bit more of him. When the vampire pulled off, he didn’t spare a moment to tend to the bite, moving down to mouth over Jack’s stomach, his hip, his thigh, so, so close to where Jack wanted his mouth.
Jack bucked his hips encouragingly, rocking on those fingers, and buried his free hand in Nate’s hair to try to get him to move up, to touch his cock, but Phantom just chuckled against his skin. “Nate, please - ohh -”
Jack groaned, head falling back against Dark’s shoulder as Phantom’s fangs pierced the delicate skin of his inner thigh, sucking hard, the flare of pleasure leaving Jack breathless, his cock pulsing achingly, leaking against his skin. Phantom pulled off suddenly, then, and bit into his other thigh, and Jack thought this was it, Nate was going to make him cum from filling him with venom and those clever fingers.
Jack hadn’t even realized he’d been begging to cum, begging for Phantom’s cock, until Phantom pulled off again, removing his fangs, his fingers, and Jack cried out as his orgasm halted abruptly. Phantom ran soothing hands over his thighs, smearing the blood seeping from the fresh bites, just for a moment, before positioning himself, bracing an arm against the tree while his cock slipped teasingly over Jack's rim.
“Fuck, Nate, green, please, please - oh God -" Jack sobbed as Phantom pushed inside him hard, his body accepting him easily, wonderfully. "Fuck, feels so good, fuck me, c'mon - fuck -"
Phantom snapped his hips in quick, full thrusts that would have had Jack bouncing on his cock, jolting with it, if Dark weren't still holding him steady, forcing him to take each ruthless drive of Nate's cock. Jack met his gaze, overwhelmed by the intensity burning behind those blood-red eyes, fixed on him.
"Perfect." Phantom rasped, voice thick, the control he'd had before slipping finally as he fucked Jack greedily, wildly. "Even after taking so much, stretched around your wolf's knot, your body clings so sweetly to me, pulling me inside and begging me to stay. Such a needy little cunt you have, my pretty hunter."
Nate wasn’t as big as a full wolf’s cock, but, god, he wasn’t small, either. Long and girthy and fucking into all the right places, moving expertly, mercilessly, against all of Jack’s most sensitive nerves, the chill of it somehow amplifying the sensations, making Jack’s body more responsive to every touch. Jack moaned, feeling the orgasm that had been ripped away from him swell startlingly quickly, his gut clenching with it, right on the edge.
“Oh, fuck, I'm - m’close, c’mon - oh, Nate -”
Jack cut off with a wrecked sound as his orgasm crashed through him, unable to stop the force of it, redoubled from the venom, even though they’d already pulled two from him tonight. His cock throbbed sweetly, painfully, against his stomach, spending what had to be the last bit of release in his body, and Jack trembled with it as Phantom fucked him through it.
Just as Phantom’s thrusts took on the sharp edge of overstimulation, he buried himself inside Jack with a pained grunt, cumming into him, kissing him filthily, biting fresh blood from Jack’s lips. Phantom panted into his mouth, as they came down, and it did something funny to Jack’s head to see that strong arm braced next to him shaking a bit.
“Look down, button.” Nate rasped into his ear.
Jack did, and saw that Dark’s massive cock had unsheathed itself again, hard and slick under them, as if Dark was poised to lower him down onto it, if it weren’t for Phantom still inside him. Then, Phantom grasped his chin gently between his thumb and forefinger, lifting Jack’s gaze to him, the restraint slipping back into place as Nate’s lips tilted warmly at him.
“Do you need a break?” Phantom asked, controlled and even, though Jack could see the intensity, the want, still behind his eyes.
Jack smirked weakly back. “No.” He breathed, petting his hand through Dark’s fur. “No, fuck, green, I want it.”
Dark’s claws tightened on his waist, as he made a rumbling, approving sound, and Nate chuckled lightly. “Insatiable human.” Jack whimpered as he felt Nate’s cock slip from him, and Dark lowered him, until the head of his cock was nudging insistently at Jack’s hole. “Careful what you wish for.”
Jack sobbed as Dark lowered him onto his cock, the searing girth a shock after the cold of Nate inside him, lighting up his overwrought nerves, the pleasure of it edged in pain, as his body struggled to accept so much stimulation so soon after cumming.
When Dark had lowered him fully, all the way to the base, he blessedly held Jack there, letting him catch his breath, adjust for a moment, and Jack pet his snout encouragingly as Dark lapped at his shoulder again. Phantom was crouched in front of them, and Jack couldn't help but be struck by how beautiful he looked like this, bare in the moonlight, tattoos shining with sweat, hair mussed, the wildness in his eyes. Jack understood Nate's hunger, just a bit.
"This is very much like our first rut, isn't it, button?"
Phantom mused, tilting his head fondly as he took in the sight of Jack, covered in cum and impaled on the wolf's cock. Dark growled low, and rolled his hips, lifting Jack just a bit before bringing him back down onto it, but, Christ, it felt like so much, every movement overwhelming on his sensitive, flayed nerves. Phantom knew Jack wouldn't respond, couldn't respond, breathless from being fucked down onto the wolf's massive cock.
Phantom hummed, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips. "Yes, our darling wolf remembers. How you offered yourself up, let him knot you over and over while I watched, caring for you, making sure the wolf didn't rip your fragile, human body in half. Taking over for you, when your poor body finally gave out." Nate flashed a smile over Jack's shoulder, at Dark, who gave an approving huff at the memory, thrusting Jack down onto his cock a bit more forcefully, pulling a startled cry from him.
“Not - fuck - not fragile - oh -” Jack gasped out, as Dark lifted him more fully, to the tip of his cock, before sliding him back down to the hilt, then again, and again, in smooth, unforgiving drives. Jack’s eyes were shut tight, his head lolling against Dark’s chest from the sensations, the pleasure of it, the pain of overstimulation, but he heard Phantom chuckle somewhere in front of him.
“No, not fragile at all." Phantom agreed, his voice thick, each word seeping with arousal. "Not when you’re about to take two monsters inside of you.”
Jack moaned brokenly at Phantom’s promise, trying to say something encouraging, something to let Phantom know how badly he wanted it, but he wasn’t sure if the words came out intelligible, with the unbroken pace of Dark inside him, fucking Jack down onto his cock as if he were a toy, just a sleeve for his knot. Jack whined breathlessly, as he opened his eyes to meet Phantom’s gaze, to make sure he understood.
He must have managed something coherent, because Phantom was smirking filthily at him, fisting his rapidly hardening cock, and, fuck, Jack must have something wrong with him, to be so eager to have that pretty cock inside him even though he’s already stuffed full, even though he’s already been fucked twice, even though he’s not even sure his own cock could physically cum a fourth time.
Jack groaned as Dark halted his movements, suddenly holding him still at the base, and he watched as Phantom lined up, breath catching in anticipation, gripping hard onto the fur of Dark’s arms, because he knew it would hurt, no matter how thorough they had had been it would hurt, with how much his body will have to stretch to accommodate this. Phantom held his chin to force him to meet his gaze, and Jack begged, muttering pleas, until his voice broke with a sob as he felt the head of Nate’s cock slip into him.
“Fuck - s’so much, s’too much - oh, fuck, fuck, fuck -” Jack sobbed brokenly, as Phantom pushed in, in, in, gentle and smooth, but, god, it was a lot, forcing him to stretch so much, burning with the strain, but the pain wasn’t as bad as Jack expected, having been worked so loose and wet for them already.
“Shh, button, shh, I know. You’re ok, there you go, perfect thing.” Phantom whispered to him, as he buried himself to the hilt, settling somewhere deep inside Jack that sent a rush of pleasure along his overworked nerves.
They stayed still inside Jack for a moment, letting him adjust, and, fuck, he was so full, he felt as though he couldn’t get a full breath around the cocks inside him, as though he could feel them in his chest. Jack hadn’t noticed he’d shut his eyes again, that his cheeks were damp with tears, until Phantom cupped his face, forcing him to meet his gaze, brushing away a stray tear. Dark had also started to nuzzle into his neck comfortingly.
“Jack -” Nate murmured, soft, restrained.
“Yeah - green - c’mon, c’mon.” Jack forced out between heaving breaths.
Phantom kissed him, bracing both arms on either side of his head, on Dark, swallowing Jack’s wrecked moans as he drew back his cock before fucking it back into him, long and slow the first time, and then faster, harder, a steady onslaught into every oversensitive nerve inside him, until Jack’s sounds were no longer pained, until he was sobbing with the immense pleasure coursing through him from the unyielding rhythm.
Dark growled suddenly, rocking his hips, and Jack could taste the choked moan from Phantom, could feel the way his thrusts stuttered at the sensation of Dark's cock fucking against his. It sent a rush of heat through Jack, hearing Phantom break like that, even as he choked on his own cry, feeling the massive girth fucking up into him steadily, now.
"Fuck." Phantom rasped, breaking away from their kiss to pant into the air between them, to regain control of his rhythm. "Fuck, heart, you're so big." He gasped, ineloquent. "Can't - can't believe how well you're taking us, button. So fucking good for us, like this, poor little hole stuffed so full."
Jack's voice cracked around a desperate whine, letting his head fall back against Dark's chest again, as Dark's massive claws held him in place for them, forcing him to take the deep, incessant drag of Dark's searing length, and the brutal, hard drive of Nate's, the chill of his cock a shock to Jack's overstimulated nerves with each thrust, next to Dark's.
Jack sobbed helplessly between them, overwhelmed by the sensations, his nerves being fucked by two different rhythms, the fullness of their cocks in his gut. He groaned as he pressed a hand to his own stomach, feeling them moving inside him. He looked down to see the slight swell under his skin each time Phantom fucked into him, Dark's cock so large that it forced Jack's abdomen to distend around Phantom's.
Phantom was still murmuring filthy praise to him as much as he could, broken by moans from Dark's fucking, but it didn't matter, it was all white noise to Jack, as he felt his body forced towards a fourth orgasm, his poor, wrung out cock hard and aching again, leaking over the cum on his belly from his previous releases. Jack let out a wrecked sob, feeling Dark's knot swelling, stretching him wider with each thrust, and Jack could see it affected Phantom, too, by the way his braced arms trembled with it.
"Fuck, heart - Dark - oh, that's so good." Phantom moaned above him.
Dark let out a possessive growl, low and rumbling and one Jack instinctively knew meant he was about to cum. A few more thrusts, and Dark buried himself deep inside Jack with a snarl, biting into Jack's shoulder. As his knot swelled full, it forced Jack's orgasm from him, his body quaking with it, the sharp, stinging pleasure, the aching pulse of his wrung out cock cumming dry, as Phantom fucked them both through it with a choked sound. And then, Phantom sank his fangs into the other side of Jack's neck, into his bite marks from before, burying his cock in Jack, too, cumming deep inside him.
Jack lost time for a bit, floating in the haze of it all, the pain, the pleasure, his sweetly abused body struggling to process so much at once. The world faded back in slowly, Dark licking the fresh bite he'd left on Jack's shoulder, Phantom slipping out of him, stimulating another pulse of release from Dark's knot. Phantom was murmuring praise to him, kissing his forehead, his temple, his cheek, as he helped arrange Jack comfortably, so his exhausted body could lay limp against the large wolf, and relax into his fur.
"I need your arm, button." Phantom said gently, and Jack cracked open an eye, whining tiredly as he saw the syringe. "I know, but we have to do it now. We don't want a repeat of last time."
"S'fine." Jack mumbled.
Nate huffed fondly, coaxing Jack's arm out for him. "No, I like my pretty little hunter crass and unruly, not subdued by my venom. There, done."
Phantom kissed his hand, before returning his arm to lay comfortably against Dark's chest, tangling his fingers contentedly in the wolf's fur. Jack could hear Phantom rummaging through his bag, and then Jack hissed at the cold cloth against his heated skin, as the vampire cleaned him.
It was nice, it was so nice, laying warm against Dark, rising with each breath the wolf took, listening to his strong heartbeat, as Nathan took care of him. Jack thought he could almost fall asleep like this, until Dark's knot throbbed again inside him, igniting the sting of overstimulated nerves. But, then it started to recede, until Dark slid from him entirely, and Phantom and Dark seemed content to leave him lie a bit.
"Dear heart, you must stop licking that. It will get infected if I don't clean it properly." Jack heard Nate whisper to Dark, and the wolf paused lapping at Jack's shoulder to rumble disapprovingly. "Yes, yes, instincts, but they aren't always right, my darling wolf. There, good boy."
Nate finished cleaning Jack as best he could. He'd still need a bath when they got home, but that was a tomorrow problem. Phantom sanitized and covered Jack's bites, and Jack realized what he must look like, vampire bites littered over his body, a werewolf bite on his shoulder, bruises ringing his wrists, his hips, his waist. He could only imagine what he had looked like covered in cum, on top of it all. Fuckin' debauched.
Phantom helped him into soft pants and a softer flannel, and as he picked him up, Jack realized the vampire had re-dressed, too, into his jogging pants and a light tank. Jack wrapped his arms around Nate's neck, grumbling a bit about going back, when they could just stay here for the night.
Phantom chuckled, and pressed a kiss to Jack's head. "Yes, but, I think you need a real bed to rest in, button. And, besides, you know how I feel about… nature." Somewhere to their side, Dark huffed, amused. "It won't take long, unless the wolf slows me down." Phantom teased, before tightening his grip on Jack and heading back towards their cabin.
As Jack clutched to his vampire, body aching and sated, the pounding of his werewolf's paws close at their side, Jack thought that, after years of being a hunter, maybe it wasn't that he got off being hunted. Maybe, he was just happy to belong to a pack, again. Even one as strange as theirs.