Truth

by Maggie Walsh

  Storm’s breath puffed against Noah’s neck as he put more force into his thrusts. “Fuck,” Storm breathed out through clenched teeth. “I’m not gonna last. It’s too much, too good,” Storm cried out. Then Bastian wrapped his legs around them both, drawing them closer. Storm’s head was about to explode, he needed to come. He released Noah with one arm and reached down and wrapped his hands around Bastian’s thick cock.

  “Oh fuck.” Bastian shuddered fiercely. “I’m gonna come,” Bastian panted as Storm’s grip tightened around his hard shaft and he started to pump him frantically. Noah started to pound into Bastian. His little mate was going wild, all his inhibitions gone. He snaked a hand back and was gripping onto Storm’s hair tightly. His other hand came down and wrapped around Bastian’s cock above Storm’s. The two of them stroked him together and that was the end of him. His balls pulled up tight against his body. He looked up at his mates and they both had their eyes closed, heads thrown back and the muscles in their necks were straining. They were right with him. He couldn’t wait any more, he needed release. Bastian squeezed the muscles of his hole around Noah’s shaft and Noah cried out. He felt his little mate shoot his load into his ass. Noah’s orgasm must have sent Storm over the edge, because Storm started to shoot, too. The bed rocked against the wall as their sweat-soaked bodies slid together, connecting the three as one. “Uh! Fuck!,” Bastian screamed out as Storm continued to stroke him furiously. His orgasm ripped from his body. Pearly streams flew out of him with such force it landed on his neck and face. It seemed to never stop. He had never come this hard in his life.

  Storm gently pulled out of Noah and pulled him from Bastian at the same time. They all moaned at the move. Storm lay Noah down on the bed next to Bastian. He kissed Noah’s lips softly then leaned over and kissed Bastian. He pulled back from the kiss and licked a line of Bastian’s seed from his face. “Mmmmm. One of my two favorite tastes.” Bastian gave a small smile. Storm chuckled as he climbed from the bed and looked back at his two limp mates. They both lay there looking thoroughly debauched. He went to the bathroom and washed up quickly and returned to the bedroom with wet wash cloths in hand. He smiled as he approached the bed. His beautiful mates had found each other and were wrapped around each other as their breath slowed. He put his knee on the bed and Noah looked back at him with the most amazing smile. He grabbed onto Storm’s wrist and pulled him down behind him. Storm stretched out behind his little mate and pressed his chest to Noah’s back. Bastian reached over and wrapped his arm across Noah and grabbed onto Storm’s hip. He kissed the back of Noah’s head and stretched his arm over to rest on Bastian’s arm, and he closed his eyes.

  Chapter 10

  Storm sat in his chair at his desk. He couldn’t concentrate on the paperwork before him. His mind kept going to his beautiful mates and how they made love again in the shower after a small nap. Bastian was on his knees in front of Noah, sucking on their little mate’s pretty cock. That vision was now ingrained in his mind. The cute moans and whimpers Noah made as he enjoyed the pleasure Bastian gave him. He could relate. Bastian really did have the most talented mouth. He reached down and adjusted the bulge that now pressed against the zipper of his pants. He was never going to get any work done. He couldn’t stop thinking of them. The way their slick bodies slid together in the shower. How cute Noah looked when the water cascaded over his head, plastering his beautiful blue hair to his face. The taste of Beauty’s sweet ass when Storm dropped to his knees and devoured him. He would always worship that ass. Both their asses. When Bastian ordered him to kneel and then to eat his ass, Storm came just from the command. Then Bastian lifted Noah up and fucked him with Noah wrapped around his front and Storm on his knees behind him. It was heaven. A shudder ran through him at the memory.

  “Someone looks happy,” Seth said as he walked into the room, a smirk on his face.

  “I am,” he said as he smiled at his friend. “And how about you? Are you happy with your mate?”

  Seth sat in the chair in front of the desk and smiled. “Yes,” he said with a sadness that made Storm worry.

  “What’s wrong, my friend?” Storm asked with concern as he sat forward, clasping his hands on his desk.

  Seth sighed heavily. “Sky is great. I have been blessed by Fate for giving me such a wonderful mate.”

  “But…” Storm asked with a raised brow.

  “But…we both know we have another mate out there somewhere, and sometimes it’s just…” he left off.

  “You miss them, even though you don’t know who it is yet,” Storm finished for him.

  “Exactly.” Seth sighed.

  “You’ll find them someday. I know you will. Until then, take comfort in each other. Make your relationship stronger, so when he or she comes along, the two of you will be solid and you can concentrate on them,” Storm offered gently.

  Seth laughed and shook his head. “When did you get so smart?”

  “Shut up, asshat.” Storm laughed.

  “So all is well with your mates I guess?” Seth asked.

  “They are incredible. I couldn’t have picked better mates than my two Beauties,” Storm answered.

  “Oh gods, now he’s calling us both, Beauty,” Bastian moaned as he and Noah entered the office from the back door, Bastian was smirking at him teasingly. They were both in swim trunks and nothing else, as they walked in hand-in-hand. Noah gave him a wide smile and ran to him, pulling Bastian with him. “In a hurry, sweetheart.” Bastian laughed, but went with Noah.

  * * * *

  Noah missed Storm. He had work to take care of, so he and Bastian went and laid out by the pool, soaking up some sun. But it had been hours since he left them. Noah released Bastian’s hand and climbed up on Storm’s lap. Storm wrapped his arms around Noah and he melted against his strong mate. He put his nose under Storm’s chin and kissed his throat, taking a deep breath of his mate’s scent. He loved the smell of his mates. He didn’t think he would ever get enough of either of them. Bastian ran his fingers through Noah’s hair gently and Noah looked up at him. Bastian was standing behind Storm’s chair.

  “So did you two have fun in the pool?” Storm asked as his hands rubbed up and down Noah’s naked back.

  “Noah wanted to wait for you. So we just soaked up some rays, drank some iced tea and fooled around a little,” Bastian said with a smirk. Noah nodded his head and giggled.

  “Fucking tease,” Storm grumbled up at Bastian.

  Bastian laughed and kissed Storm’s cheek. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it when I saw that pole you’re hiding in your jeans,” Bastian whispered in his ear. Storm blushed and turned his head. He gave Bastian a quick peck on the lips.

  “I don’t mean to interrupt, but I did actually come in here for a reason,” Seth said with a smile.

  “I’m sorry, Seth. What can I do for you?” Storm said as he continued to caress Noah’s back with one hand and he held Bastian’s hand with the other.

  “I just got the call from Alpha Angel. They made it home and our guests have landed and should be here shortly,” Seth answered.

  “Great. Do we know how many are coming?” Storm inquired.

  “There are twenty vampires on their way here now,” Seth answered nervously.

  Storm raised his brows in shock. “Twenty? Well damn. Your Alpha is good, Beauty,” Storm said looking up at Bastian.

  “Yes, he is. But I’m hoping I get some of the credit,” a very smooth, silky voice spoke from the doorway, drawing all their attention.

  A very large, gorgeous man, with jet-black hair and icy-blue eyes stood in the doorway, smiling. Bastian chuckled and released Storm’s hand, as he moved around the desk and headed in the man’s direction. “Dante, what are you doing here?” Bastian asked.

  So this is the Prince, huh? Storm thought to himself as he stood up, placing Noah on his feet, but not releasing him.

  When Bastian reached the man, they exchanged a friendly embrace, then pulled back but still had their hands on each other’
s shoulders. “Damn, Bass, you look good. Micah said you were happy. I guess mating is agreeing with you,” Dante said and then hugged Bastian again.

  “Bastian. Not Bass,” Noah said in annoyance. Bastian turned and looked at his fae mate when he heard the anger in the man’s voice. Storm looked down at Noah as well. They had never heard Noah speak with anger before. They were both shocked.

  “You’re absolutely right, little one. Micah told me to call him Bastian now. I apologize. Old habits die hard I guess,” Dante said to Noah with a smile as he moved further into the room. Noah relaxed and smiled back at Dante. “You must be, Noah. I have heard so much about you from Jesse and Nicco. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. Both of you.” He held out his hand for Noah to shake. Noah took his hand and shook it with confidence, as he smiled at the Prince. Dante released Noah’s hand and held it out to Storm. “Storm, it’s good to finally meet you.”

  Storm shook Dante’s hand. “Welcome to the Winthrope Pride, Prince Calebrese,” Storm said and released Dante’s hand.

  Dante waved his hand at Storm’s use of his title. “Please, no formalities among family. Please call me Dante.”

  “Okay, Dante. So what brings you all the way to our neck of the woods?” Storm asked and motioned for everyone to take a seat.

  “I’ve been wanting to come out and check out your rogue problem for myself, but haven’t been able to get away. But when Micah told me about Christoph, I knew I had to drop everything and get my ass out here,” Dante explained.

  “Why, Dante? Do you know him?” Bastian asked.

  “If it is the same Christoph that I once knew, then we may have a bigger problem than we thought,” Dante answered uneasily.

  “Why is that?” Storm asked.

  “First, if I may. I would like to show something to Noah,” Dante said and pulled a piece of paper from his inner jacket pocket.

  Storm and Bastian looked to Noah and he nodded his head. It made him happy that they didn’t just answer for him, but looked to him for his answer. Noah sat forward from his perch on Storm’s lap and reached out to take the paper from Dante. He brought the paper back to himself and turned it around. He inhaled a quick breath as his eyes filled with tears and fear. He started to shake and the paper slipped from his fingers.

  Bastian was up and out of his chair in a flash and around the desk to Noah’s side. Storm wrapped his arms around Noah tightly as Bastian wrapped around him from the other side. “What is it, baby?” Storm asked. But Noah didn’t answer. He turned his face into Bastian’s chest and cried.

  “That’s what I was afraid of,” Dante said, drawing Storm and Bastian’s attention. “I’m sorry, Noah. I didn’t want to cause you any pain, but I needed to make sure.”

  “Make sure of what, Dante? What did you do to my mate?” Bastian growled in anger.

  “It was an old picture of me, with the first human I ever changed. It was a long time ago. It was Christoph,” Dante said with sadness in his voice.

  “The Christoph?” Storm asked with raised brow.

  “Yes. One and the same. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this is really not good.” Dante sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

  “Why, Dante? What does this mean?” Bastian asked gently, seeing the pain and sadness in his friend’s eyes.

  “I met Christoph a very long time ago. I wanted him the moment I first saw him. He was so beautiful, so sexy. But back then, if you were gay, you didn’t just hide in the closet, you buried the closet, too. But I couldn’t get him out of my thoughts. I was obsessed with him. He was promised to a woman in his village and they were to be married. But I was an egotistical, self-important, selfish prick back then.” Dante sighed and continued. “I had to have him. We shared a kiss once, secretly of course and I could feel his need, but he ran from me. Said he could never be with me because of his impending nuptials. But I didn’t give up. I convinced myself that if I changed him, then he couldn’t marry and he would have to come to me. So one night, I did change him. I attacked him out in the woods while he was out hunting. Back then vampires had no problem with changing a human, but it was tricky. Not all vampires can do it, just ones who were born vampires, not made. And they need royal blood. So there weren’t many who could change a human.” He stood up and started pacing. “So, I turned him and it worked. He couldn’t go back to his village and he needed someone to show him the ropes of this new world I forced him into. So he came to me, crying, distraught, broken. He told me a vamp had attacked him and now he didn’t know what to do. I comforted him and told him I would take care of him. We were together for about three years before we became lovers, and it was worth the wait. He was an amazing lover. We lived happily together for over a hundred years. Then he started to change. He was becoming more aggressive. Almost feral at times. One day he spotted a young boy in the village we were visiting, and he became obsessed with him. He spoke of him constantly. It killed me knowing I wasn’t enough for him. He wanted me to change the boy, so that we could have him, but I knew he meant him. I refused and he got angry and stormed out. He didn’t return for three days. When he did, he was covered in blood and crying. He had bit that boy and tried to change him, but it didn’t work. He ended up killing the boy. Another few years passed and he became more and more aggressive. He found another boy and wanted him. We had a big fight and I yelled out that he couldn’t change anyone on his own. He had to come from royal blood and be a born vampire, and just because I changed him and my blood flowed through his veins didn’t mean he could change anyone on his own.

  He was devastated at my confession. And he was right to be. Longer story short, that was the end of us. He left, swearing that he would one day seek revenge on me. For a few years I heard that he was still trying to find a way to change a human. But then all reports of him stopped. I figured he came here, to the new world that everyone was talking about. Eventually I came here, but never heard one word about him. I figured he was probably dead. Someone must have caught him, stopped him from what he was doing and killed him. It was about twenty years after I came here that I met up with Micah and his boys.” He stopped speaking and just stared out the window.

  Everyone remained quiet for a few minutes, letting this information sink in. Bastian finally broke the silence. “So what does this mean now? How do we find him? How do we stop him?”

  Dante turned to face them, stress lines surrounding his eyes. “I am his sire. And because he was my first change, our connection is strong. Or rather it should be. But I haven’t been able to find him in so long. That’s another reason I thought he was dead. I don’t know why I can’t find him, but I do know we need to, and then I need to stop him,” Dante said tightly.

  Bastian walked over to Dante and placed a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll do everything we can to find him and kill him.”

  Dante nodded at Bastian, then looked out the window again. “I hope it’s that easy,” he whispered distantly.

  * * * *

  “Mmmmmm...yeah...that’s it...suck it harder,” Bastian moaned and ran his fingers through Storm’s hair as Storm sucked his cock into the back of his throat. Storm grunted and Bastian opened his eyes and look down his body. Storm’s eyes were closed as he sucked Bastian. He knelt on the bed between Bastian’s open legs. His shoulders leaned on Bastian’s thighs, his ass up in the air, hands bound behind his back with a silk scarf and Noah behind him, fucking him slowly. Every time Noah slid into their mate, he swirled his hips, grinding into Storm, making him groan and grunt. The vibrations sending the most delicious sensations through his cock. Bastian watched as Noah gripped onto Storm’s hips harder and started to pick up his pace a little. His little mate looked so beautiful. His eyes closed, lips slightly parted, panting. His face relaxed. He was enjoying every second.

  * * * *

  Storm pushed himself back onto Noah’s shaft, trying to fuck himself, but Noah slapped his ass, shocking Storm. His eyes popped open and he met Bastian’s eyes. They were wide open in shock
too at their little mate’s action. They had decided to give Noah a feeling of being in control, to give him some confidence. Storm volunteered to be the one tied up and completely at their mercy. He loved being dominated in the bedroom, to relax and give up control. Let someone else take the reins for a while. His job as leader was hard enough, and he found that when he gave away his control to his mates here, then he was a better leader. More focused and in control there.

  * * * *

  Noah couldn’t believe what his mates wanted him to do. He was hesitant at first, until he saw that Storm really wanted it, needed it in fact. So he went along with it. But he didn’t want to do it all the time. He liked being submissive to his mates. He liked being cherished and taken care of, and he didn’t think he could do what Storm was doing, but he was loving every second of this.

  * * * *

  Bastian was so proud of Noah. He was hesitant about doing this, but he agreed to give Storm what he needed. It was okay with him. He found that he liked being the one in control in the bedroom. He was a sensitive and could feel everyone’s emotions. He had no control over that. He could turn it on and off when he wanted, but there was still no control, it was his gift and he embraced it. He was used to being an enforcer, where there was a routine, a structure. But as a leader’s mate that was a little tricky for safety reasons. So he felt out of sorts not knowing his purpose in the pride, but this, this is where he got control back and both his mates enjoyed giving it to him.

  Storm grunted again, bringing Bastian’s attention back to what was going on around him. Noah started to pound into Storm and Storm was in heaven. Bastian could read it on his face, could feel it in the way the man sucked him into the back of his throat and swallowed. Bastian arched off the mattress as a jolt of power flew through his body. What the hell was that? Storm must have felt it, too, because he stopped in mid suck and his jaw relaxed. Bastian looked down at his mates and saw Noah smiling brightly. Tears in his eyes and a look of pure happiness on his face. Then Bastian saw them. Wings. Big, beautiful, light blue, iridescent wings were protruding from behind Noah. They were beautiful. “Oh Noah...sweetheart…” Bastian’s eyes filled with tears of happiness. Naoh met his gaze and smiled at him.