I almost forgot Lyle was supposed to come over after school when he texted me. Quinn was still passed out next to me on the couch, so I told Lyle to just walk right in when he came up. He did as he was told, flamboyantly entering the room holding some mystery bags.
He plopped stuff down on the table, not caring about the noise, but apparently neither did Quinn because he didn't even stir.
"Is he dead? Because he looks dead?" Lyle questioned, walking up next to Quinn to poke his cheek. Quinn refused to even flinch at the touch. Since Lyle and I were bonded with Joseph, it seemed as though an incubus's touch didn't impact Lyle either.
"No, but he is starving so he might as well be." Lyle gave me a bewildered look.
"You have plenty of food. Why don't you feed the damn kid?" He demanded as he ducked down to my level on the couch to give me a short kiss on the lips.
"Not that kind of food, idiot," Quinn groaned, finally waking from his sleep.
Lyle chuckled, plopping next to me on the couch. "He's alive! I guess he isn't dead," Lyle shouted, throwing his hands in the air.
Quinn glared at my mate as he sat up in his seat. "You guys just woke me up with your espresso shot of energy." I scrunch my eyebrows at my friend in confusion. "Werewolves have a lot more energy than humans. Alphas have more energy than any other rank of wolf. You two just kissing is enough to get me up."
Lyle laughed at this, swinging an arm around my shoulder. "Did you hear that? We have a lot of sexual energy, babe," he chuckled, leaning his head on my shoulder. I couldn't help but smile at the nickname.
"Well, now that you are up, Quinn, we can find you a newly mated couple to suck energy from," I informed him as I caressed my mate's blonde locks.
"Did you not hear the boy? We are like a shot of espresso!" Lyle turned to address the incubus. "If I give him a blow job, will that do the trick?" Quinn observed us silently, while I stiffened at the suggestion.
"I mean yeah, but-"
"Perfect! I've been thinking about giving Blaze a blowjob all day. I dozed off in English because of it." Lyle sat up, looking toward me now.
"You want an audience while you suck me off?" I raised my eyebrow at him, a little bewildered but actually not too surprised.
He shrugged with a small smirk on his lips. He leaned in close to my ear before whispering, "I want to show off the fact I can make you a moaning mess and beg for me." I froze in my spot, and so did Quinn, who was obviously picking up on the sexual tension.
I turned to my friend. "Is there anything specific we've got to do so you can get the most energy out of it?" Lyle also redirected his attention toward Quinn.
Quinn looked serious as he sat up straight to look between me and my mate. "I mean to be able to receive all the energy you two give off, I'd have to kiss you both. Then you guys are free to do your thing, just try and keep your mouths open. That's how the majority of the energy is transferred. I don't have to really watch, just be in the same room preferably," he explained a little awkwardly. "You two will probably give off enough energy for me to last like two weeks." I was unsure at first as to why Quinn was okay with this, but now it made sense. He wouldn't have to fuck anyone but he'd get an insane amount of energy.
"If I'm gonna let you kiss my mate, you gotta help me out in return," Lyle commanded Quinn. "I want you to watch, so I can make him squirm." I glanced at my mate, who's eyes glistened with mischief. Quinn shrugged, not really seeming to care about it. Sex was casual to him, so I doubted it mattered much to him. It was just awkward knowing we were friends.
Lyle didn't wait another second before standing up and grabbing both Quinn and I to drag us to the bedroom. He threw me on the bed and proceeded to grab a chair to place it right across from me. A perfect view.
"How does the kiss gotta go? I get jealous easily. Just a peck or like tongue?" Lyle's censor was practically nonexistent at this point, which didn't really surprise me.
"Just like an open mouth kiss to establish a temporary bond between us for the energy to flow. Nothing crazy," Quinn explained. Lyle shrugged and leaned into Quinn, cupping his cheeks for a short, open mouth kiss, like Quinn described. I couldn't help the loud growl that rippled through the air watching my mate kiss someone else. Apollo was not having it. Lyle pulled back to chuckle at me, but Quinn rolled his eyes, not bothered by my response whatsoever.
"Someone's jealous! You are next, babe!" He pushed me towards Quinn, who looked at me awkwardly.
"Sorry about this," I apologized before leaning down to give him a short kiss.
Quinn clapped his hands together once I pulled away. "My work is done, now I get to feast!" His fake enthusiasm made me grimace. He was obviously annoyed, but knew it was his best option. He plopped down in the chair and leaned back as if he was watching a movie playout in front of him.
Lyle was quick to push me down on the bed, using all his force. He crawled on top of me, kissing me with just as much force. I moaned in surprise at his sudden need to dominate me. He broke apart momentarily just to lift off my shirt before attacking my neck. I squealed in surprise as he kissed the spot he would eventually mark.
He kissed down my body, making his way down to my pants. Lyle was not even hesitant to start undoing my jeans in front of my friend. Quinn stared at me with a blank expression, though his mouth was slightly agape confirming that he was feeding. He folded his arms as I sent him another apologetic look as Lyle tugged my pants down to my knees.
Before I could even say anything, Lyle's lips kissed my tip, warranting a moan from my lips. I watched Quinn open his mouth wider for a moment as if I just let out a sudden burst of energy.
"Good boy," Lyle purred, his hot breath coating my dick. "Nice and loud to feed our little friend." Quinn scoffed, but didn't make a comment.
Lyle's mouth enveloped my entire dick, leaving me to give off another deep moan, a little less shameless now. As my mate's mouth worked along my member, I tangled my fingers into his blonde hair, tugging it occasionally. This earned me moans, which in turn fed Quinn.
As Lyle continued to bob his head, my eyes became heavy. I closed them and leaned my head back so I could ignore my friend staring at me. Though Lyle was shameless, I found it slightly embarrassing.
My closed eyes didn't last very long because Lyle grabbed my jaw, fixating my head to face Quinn again. "I want you to moan my name while looking at him, baby," Lyle ordered before deepthroating my cock. I couldn't help the series of moans disguised as curse words that left my mouth as I glared at Quinn. He still casually sat there with an annoyed expression, his mismatched eyes showing his dislike of the situation clearly. It was hard to ignore his pressing boner, but I chose not to stare at it too long not to embarrass him.
Lyle squeezed me a bit to get a reaction out of me. "Fuck, Lyle!" I moaned, gripping his hair tighter. He continued his routine until I was a panting mess, ready to cum. Right before I came, Lyle reached up to squeeze my jaw. This made sure my mouth was open as I climaxed, giving all my energy to Quinn, who kept his mouth wide open.
Once I finished riding out my climax, I layed back on the bed, evening my breath. Lyle swallowed my cum before giving me a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to get some stuff to clean you up, baby," he whispered before leaving the room.
I was still exposed, so reached down to pull up at least my underwear. As I did so, my gaze met Quinn's, who was no longer nonchalant. His one golden eye glowed, something only werewolves did, not incubi. His expression looked panicked and confused, and I understood why as I felt his wolf reach out to Apollo in submission.
As swift as I could, I pulled up my pants, not bothering to zip them. I rushed over to him and grabbed his arms, easily ignoring the tingling. I could tell he was about to have a panic attack by the way his breath quickened and his stunned expression. His eyes shifted around the room frantically.
"Quinn," I called, trying to get his attention as I yanked him to his feet. "Quinn, look at me. Focus on me, okay?" Quinn's eyes darted to mine, holding my gaze. It was then I noticed his white eye glowing a pure white.
"Your wolf has just been awoken. I think it's from the Alpha energy you absorbed. Is he speaking to you?" He blinked for a moment before nodding. "Okay, that's normal. Is he trying to get you to shift?" Quinn's eyes filled with fear as he nodded again. I tried giving a reassuring smile, the ones I always know do little good. But it's the effort that counts.
"You are going to need to shift." Quinn's eyes got wider as if that was possible. "It's okay. It doesn't hurt, only feels slightly uncomfortable, okay? And I will walk you through it. Once you shift, your wolf will calm down, okay?"
Lyle chose that moment to wander back in with baby wipes. His eyes instantly filled with confusion as he analyzed the fragile state of Quinn in my arms.
"What's wrong?" Lyle asked frantically, approaching us with no regard.
I hesitated for a moment. "Can you not feel it?" Lyle's confused state didn't change as he titled his head.
"No? What's wrong?" There were very few explanations for why Lyle couldn't feel Quinn's wolf. All wolves can sense each other, especially Alpha-blooded wolves. There were two explanations I could come up with, one being reasonable and the other not so reasonable. Either Quinn needs to shift before his wolf can be felt, which may be the case as most dormant wolves just stay dormant. Or Quinn's wolf is extremely strong. Apollo informed me once that when he inhabited demigods, his wolf couldn't be sensed.
I glanced between my mate and the part incubi, part werewolf, who never knew his fathers.
"I'm not sure, but let's find out."