by Macy Blake
“Stupid show,” he grumbled. “And to answer your question, yes, it is dragon glass. But it does not have any mythical zombie-killing properties unless it’s formed into a sharpened blade. It is simply sand that has been heated by dragon’s breath.”
“He took some sand from the beach under the boardwalk after your walk last week. He used his breath to create the glass, and then reheated it so I could use my claws to create the guides for the leather braiding,” Quillon said as he tied the bracelet onto Mikey’s wrist.
Damn them and their sweet, romantic, awesome, and amazing selves.
He had a plan, damn it. He made dinner. There would be good food, some wine, and then they’d move to the living room, and Mikey would tell them he accepted.
But they made him a bracelet.
Together.
Using sand from one of their dates.
Tears formed at the corner of his eyes as his plan went to shit. He looked up at their faces before dropping to his knees and crossing his hand in front of his chest. The dragon stone on his wrist glimmered in the low light of the kitchen. Both Quillon and Asher gasped.
“I, Mikey, of the, uh, Smith clan? I guess?” He shook his head and cleared his throat. “I, Mikey Smith, accept and take both you, Asher and Quillon, as my mates. For as long as we shall be.”
No one said anything for a long moment, and Mikey finally looked up to them. Asher’s eyes were suspiciously shiny, and Quillon’s jaw had dropped.
“Did I do it right?”
Asher moved first, crashing to his knees and hauling Mikey into a bone-crushing hug before pulling back a little and smashing their lips together. It was mostly teeth and a little painful. But Mikey didn’t care. A second later Quillon kneeled next to him and joined the hug.
Mikey’s charm flashed brightly between them and his head spun as the bond snapped into place, a tight band wrapping around the three of them. “Woah,” Mikey said. “Head rush.”
He swayed in their arms, and then the world tilted when Asher lifted him off the floor and carried him to the bedroom. Once there, he laid Mikey down on the bed and pulled off his shirt. Mikey was harder than he’d ever been in his life. He wondered if they could smell his precome wetting his underpants.
Quillon started on his shoes and socks, digging his thumbs into his arches and placing a gentle kiss to the inside of one ankle. He jerked his foot away and accidentally kneed Asher in the side. Asher grabbed his foot and leaned back to scowl at Mikey. “Sorry. Tickled.”
“Maybe we should secure your limbs,” Asher said with a wicked smile.
Mikey gulped even as his cock throbbed. “You mean tie me up?”
“Maybe another time,” Quillon said. He’d moved up Mikey’s body to sit on his other side. Asher shifted his hands down to Mikey’s belt. He unhooked the buckle more smoothly than Mikey had ever managed, and he was at the wrong angle. Quillon opened his fly and pushed his pants down his legs. When they were off, Quillon kneeled behind Asher and draped an arm around his chest. He hooked his chin over his shoulder and they both looked down at him. They were so fucking gorgeous, Mikey didn’t understand what he did to deserve them.
Asher hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer-briefs and looked up at Mikey before moving any further.
“You have to tell us, sweetheart,” Quillon whispered. “This is all at your pace.”
“Okay.” Mikey wrapped his hand around Asher’s wrist.
“Okay, what?” Asher asked.
“Okay, fuck me.”
Quillon chuckled and rubbed his chin on Asher’s shoulder. “Eager much?”
“I’ve been waiting for months,” Mikey pouted.
“We would have waited an eternity for you, sweetheart,” Asher whispered. Mikey’s eyes watered but any response he had died on his tongue when Asher pulled his underwear off in one swift yank. His stiff cock bounced with the movement. He sucked in a breath when the cool air hit his precome-slick dick. Asher leaned forward to lick a stripe from the base of his cock and up to run his tongue around the tip, collecting the offerings from his slit while Quillon dragged his cheek along his hip bone.
“Oh fuck. This is going to be over so fast,” Mikey said, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t take the sight of both his mates’ heads in his crotch. His cock throbbed when Quillon rubbed his nose along the seam of his thigh. Asher took the tip of his head into his mouth and flicked his tongue against his slit, and that was all it took. He pulled on Asher’s hair to warn him, but he hummed and nodded as Mikey came. He breathed heavily through his nose a few times before he opened his eyes to see Asher sharing a kiss with Quillon. His cock gave a valiant shudder at the thought of them sharing his come. They crawled up and settled in on either side of him, pulling him into their kiss and confirming his assumption. Their tongues tangled as he chased the flavor of his own seed. “That was embarrassing,” Mikey said when they finally pulled back.
Asher rubbed one hand across his chest, pinching the nipple closest to him. “That was just the beginning.”
Quillon rubbed the other side of his chest. “Just needed to take the edge off.” Quillon leaned in to kiss along his neck.
It tickled a little, and Mikey shivered as Asher’s scruff scraped along one side of his neck.
“Just starting? Oh my god, are we going to? I mean, uh, both of you? Together? At the same time?” He didn’t know if he could handle that. He didn’t know how big they were, but he had a pretty good idea based on what he had felt during some of their more intense make-out sessions. They’d never gone any further than some fully-clothed frottage, so he didn’t really know.
“We are only going to do what you decide. When you decide you are ready,” Quillon said.
“But I’m not going to lie, that idea appeals to me,” Asher said, pressing his hips against Mikey’s thigh. The denim of his jeans was softer against his bare skin than he anticipated it would be. Quillon pressed in on his other side, and the buttons of his fly were strained tight against his bulge. Mikey felt both exposed and protected lying naked between their clothed bodies. His cock was starting to get interested in round two. “It seems you are interested in that as well,” Asher said as he brushed his hand down Mikey’s cock in a barely-there brush.
“No, it’s, I mean...” A blush spread across his cheeks as Asher continued his feather-light touches and waited for him to collect his thoughts. Quillon propped his head up and watched him carefully. Mikey closed his mouth and took a breath. He knew they would never pressure him to do anything he didn’t want. But he also knew that meant he would always have to ask for what he wanted, as embarrassed as it may make him. “I would like to try that. Sometime. Later, in the future. If that’s okay.”
“Of course it is,” Quillon said, leaning forward to lay a trail of kisses along his collar bone,
“So what is it that has your beautiful cock stirring today?” Asher asked.
Mikey snorted. Now was so not the time to dredge up any adequacy issues he might be having. “I’m naked,” he settled on.
Asher’s eyes blazed as he raked his gaze down Mikey’s body. “Beautifully so.”
“Darling, we wish we could keep you this way. Move you into our house where you would never have to worry about anyone seeing you walk around with your delicious body exposed, ready and open to worshiping,” Quillon murmured the words between kisses and licks down the middle of his chest.
Asher stood up and watched them for a minute before undressing. Quillon made his way down Mikey’s body and started worrying a mark on Mikey’s hip. Mikey’s brain short-circuited staring at Asher’s gloriously naked body. His tan skin almost shimmered in the light, reminding Mikey of his dragon scales. Asher walked around the bed, taking him farther away from Mikey, and that wouldn’t do. He whined and reached out to make grabby hands at him.
“Eager, aren’t you?” Asher asked. Mikey couldn’t even think because Quillon had moved to lay between Mikey’s legs. He ran his tongue around the base of his cock, teas
ing him back to hardness. Asher knelt on the edge of the bed and crawled toward Mikey. He rubbed a hand over Quillon’s head. Quillon turned his head to suck Asher’s thumb. His lips were red and shiny with saliva. “You look beautiful down there.”
Asher sat down in the center of the bed and leaned back against the headboard. He picked Mikey up by the hips and set him back down on his lap. Mikey groaned at the friction of their hard cocks rubbing together. Asher pulled him forward to lie across his chest and spread Mikey’s legs wide with his knees as he cupped Mikey’s ass to expose his hole.
“You know Quillon’s a man eater, don’t you? And he loves eating ass.” Asher’s voice was low and felt like it was rumbling from his chest. Mikey moaned at the first lick of Quillon’s tongue across his hole. “You know he once rimmed me for hours? Can you cum just from that? I bet you can.”
Quillon hummed. “I look forward to trying,” he said before going back to push his tongue against Mikey’s hole. Mikey groaned and thrust his hips back into his face.
“He’s licking you now, isn’t he? His tongue is lapping at your hole. Pushing against you, asking to be let in, getting you nice and wet. Loosening you up for us,” Asher said with a pump of his hips. He squeezed Mikey’s ass and pulled his cheeks apart for Quillon.
Mikey whined and thrust against Asher’s hard cock again. Precome slicked the way for him. “Fuck me already. I don’t want to come until you’re in me.”
Quillon chuckled and moved up Mikey’s body to kiss Asher over Mikey’s shoulder.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Mikey said.
Quillon turned his head to kiss Mikey next, leaving him breathless and aching and ready for more.
“You two look so good together,” Asher said, rolling his hips up against Mikey. “One day, I want to watch you two. See you get each other off.”
“Maybe we should make it a contest,” Quillon said as he ran his hands down Mikey’s side and gripped his hips. “Whoever lasts longer gets to fuck you.”
Mikey groaned and dropped his forehead against Asher’s chest. Quillon chuckled and moved away from them. Mikey whimpered at the loss of his body heat, but Asher ran a hand down his back. A few seconds later, Quillon was back. He’d taken off his clothes and Mikey’d missed it.
“Damn,” Mikey said. He barely noticed one of Asher’s hands leaving his body.
“What’s wrong, darling?” Quillon asked.
“I missed the strip show.”
“There will be others,” Asher said. He held Mikey steady for two of Quillon’s slicked fingers to begin massaging Mikey’s hole. He pressed in and Mikey hissed at the intrusion, but Asher was there to soothe him. “You’re doing great.”
“So fucking tight,” Quillon whispered. He worked a third finger in, spreading them wide while he pumped them in and out. “You’re going to ruin us.”
“I think I’m the one that’s going to be ruined,” Mikey groaned after a forceful thrust of Asher’s hips timed with a press against his prostate by Quillon’s fingers. “Enough. Just fuck me already.”
Quillon huffed a laugh but pulled his fingers out. “Raise up a little for us.”
Before he could comply, Asher lifted him up a few inches so Quillon could guide him back down on to Asher’s cock.
“Holy fuck,” Mikey gasped. The pain was sharp, and his cock deflated a little.
Asher petted his thighs while Quillon rubbed his lower back as Mikey breathed through it.
“On your time, sweetheart. We can wait as long as you need,” Asher said, holding steady under Mikey’s thighs.
Mikey lifted up a couple of inches before settling back down and rolling his hips. Slowly, the pain faded, leaving him feeling full. He did it a couple more times before he put his hands on Asher’s shoulders and giving a nod.
“I’m good now.”
Quillon grinned and hefted him up a few inches, giving Asher room to pump his hips up, driving hard into Mikey and hitting that spot. Mikey saw stars and his cock filled back up. His cock was leaking on Asher’s stomach with each of his powerful thrusts.
After a few minutes, he grabbed Mikey’s hips to pull him forward, off his cock.
“Wha?” Mikey slurred.
“Shhh. We got you,” Quillon said as he guided himself into Mikey’s loose hole. “We got you,” he repeated as he put a hand between his shoulders to hold him down against Asher’s chest. “I can’t wait to tie you to our bed.”
“Spread eagle?” Mikey asked. At least, he thought he might have said that. He glanced up at Asher’s face and saw a wicked grin forming.
“No. That would cut down access to this delicious ass,” Quillon said, thrusting deep and grinding his hips against Mikey’s ass. “No, I want to tie your feet above your head, spreading your ass wide. Spend hours eating you,” he whispered in Mikey’s ear. His beard sent tingles down Mikey’s spine, and he trembled.
“Fuuuuuck. Getting close,” Mikey panted.
Asher wrapped a slick hand around both their cocks and pumped in time with Quillon’s thrusts, nailing his prostate with each one. He shouted as he came over Asher’s fist. Quillon thrust a couple more times then stilled as he came deep inside Mikey before pulling out. Before he knew it, Asher flipped them over and shoved his cock into Mikey’s dripping hole. His eyes gleamed in the low light as he fucked Mikey hard and fast, coming quickly, mixing his seed with Quillon’s deep inside Mikey.
Mikey’s cock twitched at the thought of being so thoroughly used by his mates, but he was spent. He groaned as Asher positioned him however he wanted. He was too boneless to argue anyway. Somehow he wound up with his head on Asher’s chest. Quillon must have turned out the lights before he came back to bed and laid across their legs, with his head pillowed on Mikey’s thigh. Mikey had one hand resting on Quillon’s chest and the other holding Asher’s hand.
His charm glowed lightly in the dark, and he imagined he could see the bond he had with his mates wrapped around them. Asher stretched and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
Mates. He never dreamed there would be someone for him, let alone two, yet here he was. Sawyer was going to give him so much shit for it. He grinned at the thought of breaking the news to his little brother.
One thing was certain: he was finally where he belonged.
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~End~
Next to Nothing
The Chosen One: Book 3
Copyright © 2019 by Macy Blake
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Cover and symbols designed by A.J. Corza, www.seeingstatic.com
Formatted by Leslie Copeland, LesCourt Author Services
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No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
For Joanne Magee, who wanted nothing more than this book for her birthday. Happy Birthday, a little early.
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And to Sam Cato, who has put up with my last minute self from the beginning. The Chosen world needs you, and so do I.
Sawyer
No one could say that Sawyer Smith didn’t understand the dangerous nature of his destiny. In the past couple of months, he’d been poisoned, kidnapped, and tortured. He and danger were fast becoming old friends. His side still ached from the wounds left by a griffin’s claws. The healing skin had scarred, jagged lines which marked him forever after his last attack. Of course, in that same time, he’d also learned that supernatural creatures actually existed, and that he was mated to quite a few of them. That part wasn’t bad. He loved his mates. But the supernatural creatures who actually wanted him dead? Well, that part sucked.
Case in point: the knife-wielding lunatic with crazy eyes currently in front of him. Draco was never going to let him hear the end of this. Sawyer tried to stay calm and not freak out over the gleaming silver blade inches from his face. His guardian
s and mates would find him. Everything would be okay. The blade thudded down, stabbing into a slab of wood. Sawyer couldn’t help the little meeping sound he made.
“I asked you a question,” Crazy Knife-wielding Lunatic snarled.
Sawyer gulped. “I’m sorry?”
That earned him a growl. The knife was snatched up again and pointed once more at his eyeball.
“You better pay attention.”
A second voice. Also low and a bit scary. And very, very angry.
There were three of them, each more ticked off than the last. He couldn’t believe he’d let himself get cornered like this. Andvari was going to up his training by about a thousand.
“You aren’t listening.”
Crazy Knife-wielder really wanted his attention. He couldn’t help not being able to listen. He was hungry. Everybody knew he got distracted when he was hungry. Before he could contemplate a reply, something cold brushed against his hand, startling yet another very manly yelp out of him. He looked down to see Pearl at his side. His baby girl, his black Labrador retriever. He stroked her head softly, and she looked up at him with adoring eyes, oblivious to the danger he found himself facing. What would happen to Pearl if something happened to him? Draco loved her. He’d take care of her. And Cecil loved spoiling her. And she followed Saeward around all the time now. She’d be well-loved without him, as much as it broke his heart to admit it.
“Sawyer, he said my brownies were dry.”
Finally, something that shocked him out of his hunger-induced stupor and laser focused his attention on the lunatic with the knife.
“What?” Sawyer gasped.
Knife-wielder waved her knife again before using it to point at his eyeball once more. “You heard me.”
“Viv, no. That’s not possible. You must have misunder—”
