The Mates Who Gave Him Salvation [Feral 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)

by Scarlet Hyacinth

  She then spotted Quinn and the others, and her eyes widened. “Oh, God, Quinn. Where did you go? We were so worried. And now Shen is acting so strangely. We—”

  “I’m just supposed to give you a message,” the young man interrupted her. “The Spirit Lord could easily kill you all if he so desired. However, he has no wish of pursuing this conflict here and becoming like G’aladon. But this isn’t over.”

  “I didn’t think it was,” the Spirit Mother told him. “The death of one of my children isn’t something I take lightly. You can tell your master that our truce is over and broken. In his betrayal, he has broken one of the most sacred rules of our kind.”

  Shen didn’t seem very happy about the circumstances, but nevertheless, he nodded and made a small bow. “I will take my leave now. Farewell. Dawn, Quinn, Mrs. Tanner, it was an honor to work with you and be by your side. Hopefully, we will never meet again.”

  With that, Shen melted into a cheetah and, faster than the eye could see, ran out the door. Quinn stared after him, wondering if anything at all would make sense today.

  “What did he mean by that?” he asked. “Hopefully we will never meet again. Why hopefully?”

  “Shen is a trained assassin,” the Spirit Mother replied. “Like the spirit wolves, the felines have problems of their own, and Shen belongs to a long line of enforcers. But I will not get into that. He is gone for now, and we have time to figure out our next step.”

  “For the moment, I think the next step should be explaining what the hell is going on,” Quinn’s mother said. “And right this instant.”

  Quinn couldn’t help but smile. It was so like his mother to make demands and scowl at him even in the presence of a deity. Her strength was familiar, and after this outlandish, peculiar day, Quinn welcomed the feeling. Of course, he didn’t actually look forward to her reaction to what had happened so far, but he was sure she would eventually understand his mating. Well, pretty sure. Maybe. Gulp.

  Chapter Six

  “So what are you saying exactly?” Mason’s friend, JC, crossed his hands over his chest. “That we’re suddenly at war and we’re not safe? Correct me if I’m wrong, but we were at war yesterday, with the spirit wolves.”

  Roarke sighed, having expected resistance and wishing Devon and Mason had been able to join them. Mason in particular might have had more luck in convincing JC that there was a newer, even more dangerous problem.

  “This is different,” he said. “We have another species against us, one that can take us out one by one.”

  The Spirit Mother had warned them that, as long as ferals remained apart, they represented a vulnerable target, which Havedok’s people could easily take out. Therefore, she was sending people out to those ferals who might be more open to cooperation with spirit wolves, who in one way or another had more control or incentive to get it. JC was one of these men, and now, Roarke and his mates had to explain the situation to the feral. It wasn’t easy, and it didn’t help that JC owned a business which he most likely didn’t want to leave behind.

  Perhaps Devon might have been a more logical choice, but he, Mason, and Hewitt had been given another task. As an Alpha feral, Mason knew a lot of people, and he was perfect for an extended campaign to bring the two sides of the spirit wolves together. Roarke didn’t envy him. If JC was so hard to convince, Roarke could only imagine how difficult it would be for other people.

  “The spirit felines are a new peril,” he told JC. “This is a new age, one that marks the cooperation between ferals and spirit wolves. I am even told that there is a new drug that holds the virus in check.”

  Interest glowed in JC’s eyes. “Truly? You know this for a fact?”

  Roarke hesitated. He had first heard about the drug from a hunter, and Devon had confirmed it was true. However, so many things had happened that he hadn’t actually double-checked the information. There simply hadn’t been the time. Roarke’s mind still whirled after the conversation with Quinn’s family. Looking back, Roarke wondered how in the world so many things could be crammed into one day. It seemed like ages since he’d gone to the Tanners’ diner to meet up with Quinn. They had gone through so much together already, and Roarke just wanted to hide somewhere with Quinn and G’aladon.

  Perhaps his wish had been overheard, as all of a sudden, JC’s expression changed. “Well, apparently, it’s true. I might not trust you, but I trust the Spirit Mother. I will temporarily close down the hotel and come with you.”

  He briefly paused, as if considering saying something else. “What is it?” Quinn inquired. “Is anything wrong?”

  “Well, actually, I was wondering if our loved ones are in danger as well.”

  “Uh…It depends.” Roarke truly didn’t know what to reply. “Are they feral as well?”

  JC shook his head. “Human.”

  “Ah, then you should be all right,” Roarke replied, mentally sighing in relief. “The leader of the felines sent a message to Quinn’s family, saying he doesn’t wish to involve humans.”

  “If you want to be more certain, you can tell this person or persons to contact my mother,” Quinn piped up. “If there aren’t too many people involved, she should be able to offer them jobs and even someplace to stay.”

  “It’s just one man,” JC replied quickly. “Could your family truly keep him safe?”

  “They have wards around our place, but also a special guard now, just in case,” Quinn offered. “I honestly think it would be the best thing for him.”

  “That would be great, then. We’ll talk about it more in the morning and make arrangements. You guys should get some rest. You look dead on your feet.”

  Roarke almost laughed. “You have no idea how right you are.”

  JC gave him an odd look, but G’aladon didn’t give the feral a chance to ask anything. “We’d be much obliged if you could rent us a room,” he said, speaking for the first time since their arrival. “Roarke in particular has been through a very rough time.”

  JC just nodded. He retrieved a key from under his desk and offered it to G’aladon. “On the house. If you need dinner or anything, there’s a phone in the room. We don’t usually provide room service, but we make exceptions for friends.”

  Roarke smiled, relieved that JC wouldn’t give them anymore trouble. He was truly exhausted, and the thought of collapsing on a bed with his mates seemed like heaven.

  They thanked the feral and left him at the receiving desk of the hotel. Their room was on the first floor of the building, so they didn’t bother with the elevator, choosing the stairs instead. Soon, they reached what would be their quarters for the night.

  G’aladon used the provided key, and together, the three men entered the room. The first thing Roarke did was make sure the chamber had a big enough bed. It hadn’t occurred to him to mention to JC that the three of them were mates.

  Thankfully, JC must have noticed it, as a queen-sized bed with crisp white sheets beckoned him closer. It wasn’t very big, and in fact, it would probably be difficult for three men to fit in it. However, Roarke would have fun trying.

  He abandoned the bag he was carrying and collapsed face-first on the mattress, testing its softness. To his satisfaction, it was quite comfortable. He rolled on his back and looked up to his mates, who were watching him with fond amusement.

  “I can’t tell you how relieved I am to finally get a moment to ourselves,” he told them.

  G’aladon offered Roarke a tiny smile. “I assure you Quinn and I feel the same.”

  “Thank God I managed to convince Mom it was a bad idea to stay at the diner,” Quinn said.

  Roarke shuddered, although only half of the fear he exhibited was fake. “I think I’d take on Havedok any day, as long as I don’t have to face your mother’s wrath again.”

  Quinn grimaced. “Don’t say that even as a joke. You know it’s not true.”

  Roarke released a heavy sigh. The day had been a roller coaster of emotions and particularly hard on Quinn and G’aladon. For h
is part, Roarke didn’t remember what had happened after he’d been blasted by the panther. A brief instant of agonizing pain, and then, nothing. But the other two men recalled it all, and probably would do so for as long as they lived. Roarke should have known better than to joke about it.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. He reached out and pulled Quinn on top of him. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have said that.”

  “It’s okay,” Quinn told him, hugging Roarke tightly. “I just don’t want to think about it anymore.”

  Roarke shared a concerned look with G’aladon. While the two of them might be worried for him, he was very worried for them. He was fairly certain that both G’aladon and Quinn had done something in an attempt to avenge him. He could feel it within them, the barely restrained power. It was the last thing they needed. G’aladon had just freed himself from the hold his own magic had over him, and Quinn was so young still. Roarke suspected that the very reason why they hadn’t been able to release G’aladon from the astral realm until now was that Quinn hadn’t been ready. Even now, those psychic abilities that could easily drive a man insane bubbled underneath the surface.

  G’aladon obviously realized that as well. He joined them in the bed and kissed Quinn’s shoulder. “Come lie down, beloved. You’re exhausted. I’ll give you a massage, and you can get some sleep.”

  “But, Roarke—”

  “I’ll be right here, baby,” Roarke replied. Gently, he maneuvered Quinn onto the mattress, leaving the human in G’aladon’s capable hands.

  “I’m not the one you should be focusing on,” Quinn continued to protest.

  Roarke sat next to Quinn and softly caressed his mate’s cheek. “Just relax, baby. I’m not going anywhere, and the best way to make me happy is for you to be content.”

  With a wave of G’aladon’s hand, Quinn’s shirt disappeared. For a few seconds, the witch actually looked surprised the spell had worked, but the moment of hesitation passed. A vial filled with liquid appeared by G’aladon’s side, and he poured a generous amount on his palm.

  The oil had a pleasant smell, flowery, yet discreet and not overly sweet. Roarke found himself watching the motions of G’aladon’s hands on Quinn’s back, the way the witch worked Quinn’s tense muscles. G’aladon explored every inch of creamy skin, leaving no part of Quinn untouched. When he finished Quinn’s back, G’aladon muttered another spell that eliminated the barrier of Quinn’s bottoms.

  As G’aladon’s palms progressed over the tempting globes of the human’s ass, Quinn started moaning, making small sounds of pleasure. The oil’s perfume rose around them, making Roarke drunk. Or perhaps it was just his arousal, and that of his mates, both of which had started to become a problem.

  Roarke clutched the sheets with clawed hands and forced himself to continue watching the proceedings. Spirit Mother, his mates were so beautiful together. G’aladon had an expression of concentration on his face, and if not for their bond, Roarke would have sworn the witch was completely unaffected by the sight of Quinn’s nude body. But that wasn’t the case at all. Roarke could tell how much G’aladon wanted the human, how much he craved Quinn’s touch. Nevertheless, he continued with his massage, going lower down over Quinn’s thighs and calves, then back up, relentless, casting a whole new type of spell over both Quinn and Roarke.

  When G’aladon parted Quinn’s ass cheeks and rubbed the tiny opening hidden there, Roarke couldn’t take it anymore. He started to remove his clothing, releasing a frustrated growl when the material seemed to refuse to cooperate. He was very relieved when G’aladon noticed his predicament and willed his clothes away.

  “That’s convenient,” he said.

  “It is, indeed,” G’aladon replied with a smirk. “Especially for me.”

  The witch flipped Quinn on his back, regaling Roarke with the sight of the human’s flushed face and oh, yes, his hard, rosy cock. Roarke’s mouth watered just looking at it. He’d wanted to taste it, to lick Quinn all over, to worship Quinn just like the human deserved.

  G’aladon seemed to agree. With a grin that was pure sin, he spread Quinn’s legs and inserted a finger inside Quinn’s passage. The human arched his back prettily and cried out. “Oh God…G–G’aladon, please!”

  “Mmm.” G’aladon licked his lips as if he was admiring a particular delicious treat. “Tell me, beloved. What do you want?”

  To Roarke’s surprise, Quinn was quite coherent when he almost angrily replied, “Fuck me. Touch me. Kiss me. Just don’t tease.”

  Roarke cursed. “It looks like we’re not taking care of our mate’s needs, love,” he told G’aladon. “We’re going to have to rectify that.”

  “Indeed.” G’aladon tossed Roarke the oil. “How about we start with him being at the other end of what I got?”

  The idea made Roarke’s cock throb painfully. Hell yeah. He couldn’t wait to get inside Quinn’s tight little ass. With trembling hands, he uncorked the vial of oil and used the liquid to prepare himself for taking Quinn. His own touch made him hiss in pleasure. Fuck, he was already on the edge just from watching G’aladon massage Quinn. His mates truly had the most devastating effect on his libido.

  Roarke bit the inside of his cheek and squeezed his cock tightly, using the pain to distract himself from the near-maddening arousal. His efforts were thwarted when G’aladon got rid of his clothing, revealing the pale, beautiful expanse of his gorgeous body. At this rate, Roarke knew he’d surrender the battle to his instincts before he even kissed his mates.

  Throwing all caution to the wind, Roarke pulled Quinn toward him and closed his mouth over the human’s, thrusting his tongue inside the wet cavern. Quinn instantly melted against him, still making those small whimpering noises that drove Roarke wild. G’aladon took advantage of Quinn’s position to continue preparing Quinn’s ass. Roarke only caught a brief glimpse of it, as he was focused on Quinn’s mouth, but when Quinn tensed in his arms, he could easily guess what had happened.

  Chuckling, Roarke broke the kiss. His laugh died when Quinn stopped him from completely moving away and bit his lower lip. He groaned at the show of possessiveness and unleashed passion. Quinn clearly wanted to be fucked and had no qualms in showing it. Roarke looked forward to showing the little human just what he’d signed up for.

  G’aladon smiled knowingly. “Still going too slow for you, Quinn?”

  Quinn nodded, missing or rather ignoring the veiled dark promise in G’aladon’s words. “Fuck me already,” he dared them. “I need you so badly.”

  How could Roarke deny him? He was helpless to resist his two mates. Without another second of hesitation, he dislodged the human from G’aladon’s seducing hold. In a few swift motions, Roarke turned Quinn in his embrace and pushed him on all fours on the bed.

  In the process, G’aladon also fell on his back, but quickly righted himself, taking position in front of Quinn. The witch’s cock pointed accusingly at Quinn’s mouth, and Quinn panted, releasing another needy moan.

  Roarke spread Quinn’s ass cheeks, exposing the treasure hidden between them. Quinn’s opening glistened with the oil G’aladon had used and twitched invitingly. Roarke thrust two fingers inside his mate’s anus, testing Quinn. He hissed as the human instinctively tightened around him, his muscles squeezing Roarke’s digits in a hot, velvet fist. Roarke could already imagine how it would feel around his cock. He couldn’t wait. Nevertheless, he took a few more minutes to make sure Quinn was stretched. He knew the human was a virgin and wanted to avoid all possible pain.

  Finally, he deemed Quinn as prepared as he could be. Removing his fingers from Quinn’s ass, he applied more oil on his cock and positioned his dick at Quinn’s opening.

  Meanwhile, G’aladon teased Quinn with light caresses, keeping his cock out of the human’s reach. “I’m not going to go slow,” he warned. “I’m going to fuck your mouth deep. Do you really want it?”

  Quinn whimpered, obviously liking the idea. Taking the sound as a cue, Roarke slowly started to push inside Quinn. Fuck, it fe
lt so good. He mentally reviewed the past history of the spirit wolves to hold back from burying himself inside his mate in one single thrust, but he only had limited success. The volcanic heat of Quinn’s ass raised every predatory instinct inside Roarke. His wolf demanded that he claim Quinn, brand him as his own, renew their connection. Amazingly, though, the feral part of him had all but disappeared since he had gone through with their bond. Roarke had been so absorbed in the rest of the events that he hadn’t even realized it until now, but it was true. He no longer felt that fire, that violence that scorched his brain, threatening to take over. Now, it was just pure lust, the need and desire he felt for his mates.

  At the same time, G’aladon slipped his dick past Quinn’s lips. Roarke took hold of Quinn’s hips, steadying the human, wordlessly telling him to just surrender and allow Roarke and G’aladon to set the pace. Quinn’s body trembled with the effort to obey as he seemed torn between wanting to thrust back against Roarke and take more of G’aladon’s prick in his mouth.

  In the end, Roarke coaxed him to give himself to them in the most natural way possible, by pounding him into the mattress. As one, Roarke and G’aladon started moving. For all his words, G’aladon was gentle at first. Both he and Roarke kept a slow pace, allowing Quinn to get used to the invasion. Soon, though, the human’s moans broke their resistance. They began to speed up, their thrusts gaining intensity, turning almost violent. In spite of having been a virgin, Quinn just took it all and demanded more. His body opened up to Roarke, swallowing his prick greedily, somehow managing to accommodate the thick shaft. Roarke couldn’t help but admire the way that pink little hole stretched around his dick, twitching as Roarke pulled out as if asking to be fucked again.

  With every second that passed, the ecstasy increased more and more. Roarke’s gaze went from the curve of Quinn’s elegant back, to the blond hair curling against his nape, sweaty and damp, then up, this time to G’aladon. The witch’s half-lidded eyes were as beautiful as his pink, peaked nipples. His lips were twisted in an almost snarl, an expression that clearly illustrated what Roarke himself felt, the agonizing pleasure, so intense it skirted madness, physical pain. Their hearts beat in unison, and their bond throbbed with the perfection of the moment.