And, of course, now that Samuel blurted that he wanted Rob and me not only to mate him, but to mark him, my dick quivered and throbbed so much I could barely drive home. The close quarters of the truck wasn’t making it any better, either. Layer upon layer of the scents of desire filtered through my nose and awakened every cell with passion and raw lust.
I pushed the button on all the windows, hoping to rid the cab of those scents, driving me wild.
“Yeah, like that’s gonna help.” Rob rolled his eyes and flipped me off.
“Anything would help at this point. I’m about to explode in more ways than one.”
“There’s only one thing that will help, and you know it.”
We got to Malinda’s at nearly midnight, to find her perched on the front porch, hands on hips, pissed as all get out.
“What’s gotten into her?”
Samuel leaned forward from the backseat. “We keep bringing her strays. Come on, let’s go.” He kissed each of us on our necks.
Rob carried Emerson in his arms as Bart followed, frail and slow as he was.
“Malinda. We’re going to owe you big for this one.”
“Yes, you will. But no beasts in my fragile home. Out with the three of you. Fur makes me sneeze.”
Rob groaned out loud. We were so obvious that even Malinda could sense our beasts wanting to come forth.
“We won’t shift in your house, Malinda,” I said to her, almost growling and contradicting myself.
We walked inside, and Malinda had prepared beds for them in her living room. A table with herbs and salves had been set near the kitchen, presumably to begin to heal Bart.
The entire shifter community owed Malinda our lives or what she provided us in return. If anyone ever messed with her, they’d be ash before they could get out of the town boundaries.
A surge of aggravation from my lion barreled through me as we stood there, cramped again, once in the truck and now in the witch’s cottage. He wouldn’t be pent up anymore—in this house or in my body.
“Thank you, Malinda. Let us know what we can do for them.” I told her, backing up one hand reaching for Rob as he put Emerson onto the floor to stand on her own. He told her we would be back, but afterward turned to wink at me. Samuel already had my other hand, grasping it tightly as if I might go somewhere without him. We left the cottage, and, as the fresh night air hit me, my lion surged again.
“Behind my house. Now.” I growled the sentence.
The three of us sprinted toward my house and, once we were out of eyeshot, stripped. We weren’t modest, but we needed this private moment between our three. Usually, I would take advantage of my two males throwing their clothes off in front of me, but this time, no dice. My lion had already taken over my consciousness.
Like an explosion of power from within me that trickled outward, my fingers expanded and enlarged, turning to claws. My legs kicked out from under me, forcing me down on all fours while my calves bulged into running machines meant to chase prey through the plains. Every pore on my neck and face expanded to let out rigid yet soft gold fur.
Last, my tail sprouted out behind me. I didn’t even want to know the physics of where it came from.
I had shifted first, I realized as I looked over at Rob, mid-dragon. I’d always admired his shining gold scales and fire breath, but most of all his ability to fly. His dragon form was absolutely breathtaking, but as I looked over at Samuel, my breath caught in my lungs.
Samuel. Mate. Rob. Mate. Omega. Alpha. Mine.
My lion spoke caveman.
I took a step back at the sight of our mate. I’d never seen a unicorn like Samuel. He wasn’t white or black or gray like Theo’s mate. No, our Samuel was gold, just like Rob and me. While we’d known he was special, as I cocked my head to one side, the realization of his absolute uniqueness overwhelmed me.
I’d protect him with my very last breath.
Rob got closer to me as we watched our omega come into his form completely. Samuel shone in the sun that filtered through the branches of the trees. His horn grew layer upon layer, like a candle being built out of wax.
Samuel stood as a pinnacle of light, almost like a shrine to be worshipped.
Beside me, Rob kicked at my legs, playful and rowdy at once. I pawed at his wings as he clapped them in my face, like batting away a mosquito. He loved to pick on me when we were shifted, just like I loved to play with him when we weren’t.
Samuel approached us with his head bent. My beast wanted to go to him, soothe him, nuzzle his neck until he looked us in the eye, strong and capable omega that he was, but Rob’s front foot on my chest halted my movements.
My beast began to sense that this was something more than meekness from Samuel. Baring his neck to us and encroaching with hesitant steps was his way of asking for our acceptance, not as a person, but as the completion of our trio of mates—our golden triad of three animals that would belong to each other for the rest of our lives. We allowed it—barely. He came to stand between us. I ran my mane along the side of his belly while Rob did the same with his dragony head on the other side. We needed him to know it would always be like this—he would be protected between us, loved and warm, cared for and cherished—as our unicorn and our mate.
We used the forest as our playground, getting to know each other as companions and partners in this life. But soon, we tired, lying next to each other under a thick oak tree, our animals peaceful and sated, but soon the needs of our human sides roared to life.
Samuel changed first and lay between us. He stroked my fur and Rob’s back at the same time.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
In an instant, I was back in my human body as was Rob.
On our knees, Rob and I faced each other with Samuel between us facing me.
“Samuel, are you sure about this?” While my words asked for his permission, my hands did not. They caressed his lean stomach and trailed downward to grip his hips. Rob’s hands covered mine as we began to sway together in some kind of pre-mating dance.
“I’ve practically begged you for days, Sasha, you and Rob. You’ve been hesitating to make me yours in all ways. Both you and Rob have fought against it. The time for fighting is over. I need both of you here. Now.”
As the last word left his mouth, my lips took his. He tasted like the purest, sweetest honey captured by my tongue. While we continued to explore each other’s mouths, my eyes were on Rob, running his tongue along the back of Samuel’s neck, eyes closed, no doubt tasting the same sweetness I had. I reached out and pinched one of his nipples before moving my hand down to touch the place where Rob’s cock rocked against Samuel’s tight ass.
“Not here. Take me to your den,” Samuel said, breaking our sultry kiss for only a second before coming back to capture my mouth again.
“I’m not sure I’ll make it to the den,” Rob growled, his arms now wrapped around Samuel’s waist to touch me, pull on my nipple rings, flirt with my hips that pumped against our omega’s rigid cock.
No, I thought to myself, it has to be right. We have to make him ours in my home.
“Let’s go.” I groaned, getting up and outstretching my hands for them both. “I want both of you in my den. I want the scents of our joining in my bedroom.”
Chapter Fourteen
Rob
I was jealous. Not of Sasha but of his house. I wanted to bring my mates to my home, to bond with them in every room of the penthouse but even I was smart enough to know that we’d never make it that far. If I insisted, if we started for the city, we’d end up naked at the side of the road, and Sasha’s house would be far more comfortable. It was also a few yards away.
Samuel took my hand and lifted his face to me. “We’ll go there next.”
He had an incredible gift. Mental communication was usually an ability we had only in shifted form, but our golden unicorn had just read my mind. A golden unicorn! They were the stuff of legends. Nobody had seen one in centuries. Clearly, his captors had never see
n him shift or he would have been far better guarded.
Even in human form, now that I was more aware, his skin held a bit of a glow, almost like the finest micro glitter coated it. Could anyone see it?
“Sasha,” I said as we fell into line and headed for the back door. Our clothes lay in a pile in the yard, where they could remain until tomorrow—or whenever we emerged. “What do you notice about Samuel’s skin?”
“The shine?” He chuckled. “I caught it when he was cuddled up to us in bed. In the moonlight. I wasn’t sure what it was, but we know now.”
“Cut it out, guys.” Samuel ducked his head, cheeks flaming. “You’re crazy. Nobody has ever said there was anything unusual about me.”
“Luckily or we’d never have been able to rescue you…or been there when you rescued yourself. You’re a unicorn among unicorns. Is anyone else in your family gold?” I laced my fingers with his as we climbed the steps, as did Sasha on the other side. If the staircase had been any narrower, we’d have had to let go. As it was, we were hip to hip, which I kind of liked.
He swung our arms, clicking his tongue for a moment. “I don’t think so. But I was taken so young that I didn’t see a lot of people shift. Is it special to be this color?”
Sasha stopped, dragging us all to a halt. “Special? Besides the fact that everything about you is special to us? You are worth probably many thousands of times what a unicorn like your cousin Grey could have garnered them. You may be the only one of your kind.”
I dropped Samuel’s hand and pulled them both close. Trying to ignore the sword fight going on below our waists long enough to say something proved difficult. “No one can know.”
“But my grand—”
Sasha kissed him hard, cutting off his words. “No one. As soon as someone finds out, you’re in even more danger. Didn’t they think it odd you hadn’t shifted by now?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe they thought I was a late bloomer or something. And I actually had, just never when anyone was around.”
I expelled a sharp breath then opened the door, dragging them both in with me, unwilling to let go for even a second. Sasha met my gaze over Samuel’s head. We both knew what might have happened. If even one of the red dragons or their minions had seen…
Suppressing a shudder, I lifted Samuel over my shoulder and hauled him toward the bedroom in a fireman’s carry. Sasha chuckled behind us, and I flipped him off, in a friendly way, before tossing our unicorn in the middle of the big bed.
One moment, Sasha and I stood on either side of the bed, the next, it was a dogpile. Or a lion/dragon/unicorn pile, although we were all in human form. But the three of us were skin on skin, the pillows tossed to the floor as we moved around and tried to figure out who was going to do what to whom first.
Our unicorn settled it before frustration or inappropriate hilarity could take over. Without a word, he urged us both to sit on the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees. I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him he did not have to do that, but the intensity in his eyes and the faint golden glow surrounding him stayed my words. Kneeling between us, he took one cock in each hand and stroked in long practiced caresses that took me between anger that he’d had the practice and ecstasy at his touch.
He stroked us both for minutes before turning to his left and, without releasing my cock, lapped the head of Sasha’s. Watching my mates together while Samuel’s hand clenched and released, stroked up and down mine, was an ecstasy I’d never imagined. And this was only the beginning. Samuel sucked Sasha’s head into his mouth, and his cheeks hollowed and puffed out. He bobbed, taking more inches of a dick I knew well into his mouth and finally his throat. I knew what it took to suck that cock. Our lion’s endowment would be legendary if anyone chose to write about it.
Sasha palmed the top of Samuel’s head and guided him in a rhythm that had my hips bucking, but, when my balls tightened, I eased free of the unicorn’s grip and shifted him and Sasha onto the bed.
On hands and knees between Sasha’s legs, Samuel focused all his attention on our lion’s dick and balls, licking, sucking, moaning over him. His ass bobbed in the air. I might have set things up that way. Parting his cheeks, I fingered his hole, finding it slick and ready for me. I hesitated, considering whether to find some lube, perhaps in the nightstand, but between what he had to offer and the precum dripping from my cock and the desperate ache in my balls, I replaced my fingers with the head of my dick. I’d take it slow, but I was taking it.
Reaching around, I grasped Samuel’s cock and gave it a squeeze. His groan was muffled by Sasha filling his mouth, but he let me know, lifting his ass and pushing it back against me, he wanted me to fuck him.
And I was more than willing to make that wish come true.
The golden glow grew to encompass us all as I pressed into his ass, as the ring of muscle eased, letting me in. I retreated, panting and drove in deeper, then deeper, each time finding new paradise inside him. “Are you okay? I murmured, but he shoved back and whimpered. No need for words.
Gripping his hips, I rammed so deep my balls slapped his. Exquisite heat engulfed my dick, and my balls tightened again. I paused, breathing deep, trying to hold out, to make it last. Rubbing his dick, I tried to bring him along with me, but when his ass tightened around me, Sasha let out a shout and went rigid, and Samuel’s hot semen spilled over my hand, I let loose and filled his ass with my cum. I knotted, binding us together in a more than ceremonial way, and fell over onto the pair of them.
Chapter Fifteen
Samuel
My eyes opened to the warm rays of the sun through the crack in the blinds over Sasha’s shoulder. Morning, it was already morning. I slammed my eyes closed, willing the day away. Part of me wanted to recapture my dream—the one of the three of us with our child, and the rest of me wanted to stay in bed, like this, naked with my mates for longer—all morning even.
The night before had more than fulfilled my fantasies with Rob knotting me first as Sasha came down my throat and then later, after a warm three-way bath, Sasha knotted me as Rob sucked me off and I made him come with my hands. If that was what our first time was like, I couldn’t begin to fathom the sexy that was to come once we knew each other’s bodies, preferences, and fantasies.
I was a lucky unicorn. A gold one, apparently. I hadn’t wanted to break the mood the night before, my desire for them to the point I’d been on the verge of exploding in my pants pretty much nonstop, but my shift the night before had felt different. And the gold thing—yeah, that was new. I had a feeling either Malinda or my gram knew something about it and it was on the top of the to do list to talk with them.
Top of the to-do list after spending more time with my mates, that was. We still had some marking to do. Or, at least I hoped we did. When Rob first knotted me, I thought I’d feel his teeth sinking into me deliciously next, but, instead, we went straight to exhausted cuddles. Which were nice, but not the same.
“You went stiff and not the stiff way.” Rob’s sleepy voice whispered close to my ear. Damn he was sexy.
“Move your hand lower,” I teased, not wanting to get into the head games my brain was playing on me. Of course we hadn’t mated. That was big shit not to be done out of need and desire. They wanted me. I needed to push that insecurity shit down and focus on the moment before confronting the real problems before us.
Rob obeyed my request, finding me good and hard already. I had a feeling that was going to be a perpetual state with the two sexy shifters flanking me.
“So, stiff in two different ways.” He pumped me slowly before nipping my earlobe. “I understand the sexy stiffness. You have an amazing view. I mean, look at the way the lines of our mate’s shoulders show the strength of his beast.”
He wasn’t wrong. And now that he focused my eyes back to the naked man in front of me, I found myself licking my lips. What a way to wake up, his sexy body in front of me, and, instead, I wasted the moment worrying. Lame.
“Too bad he�
��s asleep,” I mused.
“He’s not asleep. He’s waiting for you to answer Rob.” Sasha rolled over to face me.
So this was how mating not one but two alphas was going to be.
“I was just overthinking life is all.” I’d spent so long not having anyone to talk to, not in the truest sense. Sure, I could chitchat with the other slaves, but I never opened up for real. That made us vulnerable to more than just emotional stress. Not that I blamed slaves who caved and ratted out another slave to save their hides. We did what we needed to do to survive, but still.
This. Here with them, was different. It was still awkward as fuck to be opening up about my insecurities, which were something I’d not had to deal with before. I’d always known who I was and gave two shits what my owners thought of me aside from any danger those feels might cause. But it also felt right. Like I was safe for the first time since I could remember.
Which was a ridiculous notion given that I was an escaped slave of the red dragons, making me have the hugest target on my back imaginable. Even if I had been a worthless slave who couldn’t even open a door properly, their pride wouldn’t allow them to let my escape go unavenged. And if they pieced me together with Bart, I couldn’t even imagine the extent they’d go to.
Still. I was safe. My entire being knew it.
“Life or us.” Sasha tapped my nose in a playful manner that didn’t fit my thoughts and snapped me right back to the present.
“Us,” I admitted freely. “You may have noticed no teeth came out, and I was overanalyzing is all.”
The bed shook as the both the alpha in front of me and the one behind me full-on belly laughed.
“Why are you laughing?” I asked when it finally slowed.
“You are so adorable.” Rob pulled me back into him, the warmth of his front now pressed against my back. “You think our teeth didn’t come out. As if being with you could result in anything less.” He nibbled my ear as I tried to process what he’d just said.
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