by Jo Penn
“Oh Gods, it’s so good to have a cock in my ass again!” Deakin groaned, slowly lowering himself. “So long since Ran could get it up.”
Gripping the back of the man’s head, Vicus brought Deakin’s mouth to his and nipped lightly, both groaning as Deakin bottomed out.
“Only mine and Ran’s cocks, my sexy mate.”
“Yeah, just you and Ran… Gods, you feel so good!” Deakin planted his hands on Vicus’s pecs, squeezing as his movements grew faster.
Vicus’s smile was dark and feral at seeing the pleasure on his mate’s face. Gripping his man’s hips firmly, he began pounding Deakin’s little bubble butt, making sure to hit that sweet spot inside on every powerful thrust. Soon Deakin was squealing and wailing with need, demanding Vicus go harder, to make him feel it for a week. He happily complied.
“Anything my mate wants, livlig,” Vicus snarled, pounding into his mate, rocking Deakin on his cock and kissing him.
A few more deep thrusts and Deak was coming, his fresh, clean-smelling spunk covering both their stomachs and chests, Vicus growling at feeling his mate’s pleasure, smelling his cum as his cock was squeezed by Deakin’s climax. With a snarl and a yell, Vicus’s own climax shot up his cock and filled his mate’s fine little ass.
Deak collapsed across Vicus, murmuring a jumble of nonsense and absently petting.
Frowning, Vicus was momentarily unsure of what to do. Normally once sex was finished he was gone. Last time Deak had been asleep, or unconscious, so Vic cleaned himself and his mate up and left the room. This time, with his mate awake and wrapped around him, snuggling, Vicus was left with having to take a new direction. He was certain if he deposited Deakin on the sofa and moved away, his feisty little mate would tell him what he thought of that.
“Wrap your arm around me,” Deakin murmured softly from the vicinity of Vicus’s throat, which he was cuddled against.
Funnily enough, Vicus did as he was instructed without comment and complaint, and feeling absolutely no irritation at having to comply. Rather, he quickly found himself enjoying holding his blonde mate, both touching with little, soft caresses, sharing a few kisses, and he was disappointed when his cock softened enough to slip from Deakin’s ass, causing both to sigh.
Yes, Vicus would hug, hold, and pet his mate constantly. He would cuddle. This caused him to smile ever so slightly.
“Why are you smiling?” Deakin sighed contentedly and touched Vicus’s lips, tracing the bottom one. “You look different when you smile.”
“I smile because I hold you in my arms. It is a pleasure I am finding I greatly enjoy, even when not having sex or providing reassurance and comfort.”
Deakin stilled, eyes blinking behind black-rimmed glasses that had been knocked sideways during their lovemaking.
“Oh…well, that’s good I guess. You never cuddled before?”
“No, not in this sense. I provided comfort to my siblings physically, and with my scent, of course, when they required it—”
Deakin slapped his hand over Vicus’s mouth. “Let’s just say you like to cuddle now, okay? Is it an Avenger thing?”
Vicus understood immediately and shrugged. “Possibly. We are born, not made. Perhaps we are…wired differently.”
“Yeah, I guess you’d have to be to do what you do.” Deakin somehow managed to snuggle closer. “We’re all wired differently though. It’s good you’re a cuddler.”
Vicus liked how Deakin didn’t dwell on the differences, rather accepted them without quibbling and demanding. Then he wondered over something.
“Does our wolf not cuddle you?”
“Nope. Ran’s not a cuddler. Sometimes he tolerates my incessant need to hug, yes, that’s what he’s said, and he’s good at kissing me to distract, but cuddling…he ends up either just falling into a coma sleep or wiggles enough until he slides through my arms and takes off.” Deakin’s arms tightened almost convulsively around Vicus, fingers digging in to get a tight grip. He peered up at Vicus suspiciously. “You’re not going to do that, are you?”
“No, I will cuddle with you after we fuck—”
“Good. And when we watch a movie.”
“As you wish. Cuddling is enjoyable. We may have to make it naked cuddling.”
Deakin gave a grin, nodding vigorously. “Okay, I agree to those terms. Next one. Cuddle in the back of your car, and on planes, trains, buses, when we sit on the sofa together, in bed, when we see puppies and walking down the street…”
Vicus frowned, blinking a few times as Deakin prattled on for a good five minutes. He suspiciously went over what they had originally said about cuddling, and saw where his mate had quickly tried to make a sprite-type deal. As it was amusing, he let it go and could now see why Ran wiggled out of Deakin’s arms, or fell asleep in them. Apparently Deakin was a huge cuddler…all the time.
As the diatribe continued, Vicus smiled and cupped his mate’s face. “I am finding myself falling more deeply in love with you, Deakin Rudolph Myers.”
Deakin shut the fuck up, mouth falling open, soft blue eyes widening. “Love me?”
“I do, yes.”
The smile his part-sprite mate gave was glorious in its happiness and shyness. Deakin somehow managed to snuggle closer and kissed Vicus’s cheek.
“I’m falling too. I don’t know how that’s possible, but it is. Like, I mean, we hardly know each other, right? It’s only been a few days and I’m never one to rush into anything. It’s always best to take your time, right? So none of this makes any sense, except, we’re fated mates and that’s what happens when we find each other. We connect and are drawn close—”
Vicus kissed his mate. They fell into it, absorbing each other’s essences, learning what both liked to do, how to be kissed and touched, Vicus glorying in having his mate naked on his lap to touch and kiss, to love upon. He ran his hands over Deakin’s pale skin perfection, the softness, mapping and learning, not able to get enough of him.
Deakin arched and moaned, nipping kisses over Vicus’s mouth and neck, and pressing his once again hard cock against Vicus’s. Reaching out, he snagged the bottle of lube and quickly, efficiently, snapped the lid open and poured a good amount onto both their cocks.
“In me. I have years of going without to make up for.”
With that said, Deakin raised himself on his knees, took hold of Vicus’s cock, and quickly sunk down on it, impaling himself in one thrust. Vicus threw his head back, hands latching onto Deakin’s hips as he groaned and thrust up into his mate, so close already, needing him so much his cock hurt with it.
Spinning around, he got a surprised squeal from his mate as he dropped Deakin onto the sofa on his back and began a fast in and out of one tight, hot little ass he couldn’t get enough of. Deakin groaned and lifted his legs, spreading himself wide for Vicus to have. With his much larger body, Vicus leaned over his mate and threaded fingers through Deakin’s now bizarrely standing up hair, getting a firm grip, but not one that could hurt. With his other hand he retained a good hold on a slender hip.
“More! Harder! Ooooooh, yes, there, there, there!” Deakin cried out.
Having such an eager, responsive lover drained Vicus of any semblance of control and he took Deakin with open passion, pounding into his mate, snarling, growling, and holding him in place for the taking.
Deakin seemed to love this wilder side to Vicus, squealing and moaning, yelling out his pleasure and encouraging more, tugging at Vicus and arching into him. With a few hard thrusts, Deakin was coming untouched, his sprite squeal of delight nearly shattering Vicus’s ear drums, but he didn’t give a shit, his need of his mate rising higher as his canines descended, and with a swift strike, he latched onto Deakin’s neck.
Deakin came again, his arms flaying about, eyes wide with sensation overload. Vicus roared as his balls tingled and snapped up to his sweating, stimulated body, and he came so hard he swore he saw stars as Deakin’s eyes rolled back and he passed out from pleasure.
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sp; He was trying not to fidget or twitch. Not with Deakin watching him so closely in between his horde of siblings all talking to him at once. Their hands were flying everywhere, food was being consumed in between, and there was so much noise Ran was sure his ears were going to bleed.
They’d had sex again.
He frowned, scratching his scruffy chin. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that exactly.
“They’re loud, and highly amusing.”
Ran jumped a bit and blinked at the tall, handsome creature that had appeared beside him.
“Yeah.”
River smiled. “You seem a little distracted. Is there anything bothering you?”
Ran just smiled and shook his head. “Nope.”
“Deakin’s siblings think of you as their brother, as they do Vicus now also,” River commented.
Ran could see that. All Deak’s siblings were awed by Vicus, especially the little one who had passed out the other day, Wynn. Vicus’s brother Blazh fit right in and was thoroughly loving having other sprites around.
Ran could clearly see Deak’s worst nightmare happening right before his eyes. His siblings were going to be invading his life often now…maybe even moving closer. And by the look of it, if Lacy had her way, the entire Myer family would be moving to the Aston Estate for monitoring and taking care of.
He managed to suppress a shudder over that thought. Just a few at a time would be best, not all at once. He’d never keep up otherwise and Vicus would spend all his time corralling them and trying to keep Deakin from having an OCD meltdown. Hmm, and it looked like Doctor Layke was standing by with that damn syringe in his pocket just waiting for his chance to use it.
“What’s bothering you, Ran?” River asked quietly.
What was bothering him? That question seemed a bit asinine, after all, he was being targeted by a crazed ex-Alpha turned-Renegade and had assassins after him. On top of that, he’d somehow acquired a second mate, this one very take-charge and ferocious, and had to move in with a group of creatures he didn’t know from jack.
Instead of saying all that, he just shrugged and smiled. “Nothing. Bit hungry. Any real shifter food here?”
As he said that a few other creatures entered the very large “guest sitting room,” as Lacy had called it, screaming at her twin, Layke, when he called it the first sitting room. Yeah, he could clearly see Lacy was the Alpha. Layke had crumbled and ducked behind Eber, who rumbled a bit of a cool growl and called his brother something in a different language. Ran’s wolf perked up a little at seeing Luka, then gave a whine at spotting Marco the tiger, his much older brother Sebastian, and a few other creatures.
“Sure, always look where Eber’s standing around.” River placed a hand on Ran’s shoulder and squeezed gently. It wasn’t a power play, possibly “brotherly” friendly, but it was also meant to detain Ran.
With a smile and jerk out of the other shifter’s grasp, Ran looked for the nearest exit and moved fast, deliberately banging into the human brother, Macario, and making the man drop two trays of food, then ducked past the siren brother, Jayce. With his ducking and weaving, his speed, he was soon leaping out a window with a handful of small pastries full of delicious smelling meat.
“I told you he runs!” Deakin said in that snappy, squeaky voice of his.
Vicus had moved faster and grabbed Ran by the back of his neatly pressed dress shirt and sweater that Deakin had insisted he wore. One of the security females snapped the window shut and stood in front of it, glaring at Ran as he was held above the ground, legs still moving until he realized he’d been caught.
“I believed you, mate.” Vicus deposited Ran on his feet and kept of good hold of the back of his neck. “You will remain with me.”
“He just takes off whenever he wants!” Deak waved his hands wildly and accidently hit Jayce in the side of the head. “I had to lock the doors and windows, but he’d always wiggle out somewhere and be gone for hours just because I wanted to spring clean—”
“It was January. Winter,” Ran mumbled, shoving a meat filled pastry into his mouth.
“Anytime is good for spring cleaning!” Deak exclaimed with a squeal. “I said no taking off! You stay. Vicus, will make sure of it.”
“Yeah, you and him seem real close these days.” Ran shoved another meat pastry into his mouth, watching his mate closely.
“Oooh, that’s a passive unaggressive wolf dig.” Luka joined them.
Deak’s face took on that scrunched up look, and like that, all the sprites scattered away to the other side of the room. A muscle twitched above his left eye and his fingers began jerking. Layke appeared with that fucking syringe and just as quickly, Eber grabbed his eldest brother and shuffled him away.
“So what if we are? He’s our mate! We didn’t ask for him, we didn’t expect him, and it totally screwed with my head and has me so worked up you’re going to freak out, again, and take off on me, for good this time, that I end up so stressed out my hair keeps doing these bizarre sticking up styles I can’t control—”
“Bro, that’s a sprite thing!” one of the many siblings called out from the other side of the room.
They were all watching with wide eyes and big smiles, fidgeting and excited.
“What?!” Deak squealed, jumping up and down and waving his hands around, one pulling at his hair. “My hair does this because of some weird sprite thing?! Why didn’t I know that? It would have explained so much, and then maybe I could actually have controlled it and not spent a fortune on hair product! Do you have any idea how much I’ve spent—”
“Ma decided you didn’t need to know. You were already freaked out about the toe thing,” a sister said with a big happy grin. “You get freaked a lot and it sends us all into a bit of a frenzy, which drove Dad to jumping out windows, and the last time he sprained his foot, so she said you could only know one new thing a decade from now on. So this is your one new thing to know about sprites for the decade, little brother!”
Ran, and everyone else, were watching with avid interest. Lacy had tears of laughter she was desperately trying to keep quiet, streaming down her face. Jayce was just laughing, while the human brother Macario was still picking up the food on the ground and rolling his eyes. Blazh was jumping around everywhere while River tried to calm him down, and that creeping brother was one of the only ones not doing anything except staring out the window.
“That sounds like a good decision.” Marco swiped some pizzas and demolished them in a few mouthfuls.
“What are you saying? That I can’t handle hearing about sprite stuff?!” Deakin’s face turned an interesting shade of red and blotchy, and he started puffing on his Ventolin.
Vicus frowned, patted Ran’s shoulder, and let him go, then wrapped both arms around Deakin and picked him up, cuddling their mate close and whispering in his ear. Everyone in the room gaped in shock as Deakin calmed down fairly quickly, while Ran guessed most of the others were shocked to see Vicus being soft and loving.
Ran frowned and moved to the shifter food table, grabbing a few pastries and wolfing them down. Should he have been comforting Deakin? Hmm, nah, it was fun watching Deakin get stirred up…then again, Deak didn’t really like everyone else seeing him this way. Years ago, after he settled into the mateship and before his wolf spirit became so drained and ill, Ran had spent time calming Deak down and was more conscience of issues that could upset his mate. These days, Ran just sort of drifted along.
Was that a bad thing?
“How’re ya doin’, little brother?” Luka had a loaded plate and balanced it precariously with one hand as he scooped up some more potato bake.
“Okay. Where’s Drax?”
“Busy sniffing out Renegades and securing the Valley.” Luka frowned at Ran’s dejected face. “What? That’s his job, he’s an Enforcer, nothing to do with you—well, yeah, to do with you, but not anything different than he normally does. Eat, then maybe let Deakin fuss on you a bit. He seems to be glaring at you and his hands keep twitching
.”
Ran quickly filled a plate and began shoveling it in. He nodded to Luka and eased his way around the table, smiling at a few of the sprite siblings and avoiding Jayce, who was sniffing and following him. That siren was weird, and always up to something.
He knew that if he stopped for too long, Deak would pounce and that’d be it for a while, so he got his aimless walking around out of his system, ate as much as he possibly could, avoided Deakin twice, and ended up seated beside the quiet, creepy brother of Vicus—Zander, the creature’s name was, Ran thought. Unfortunately, Sebastian was there too, seated right beside Zander and calmly, very quietly, speaking to the odd creature.
After five minutes and seeing that Deakin had been caught up with his siblings and a few others, Ran eavesdropped on the pair beside him. Then decided that was rude. He wouldn’t like it if they did it to him, so he ate and watched everyone around them. Mostly he watched his mates.
Vicus stayed very close to Deakin, almost hovering, while avoiding those hands that were flung everywhere. The more Ran watched, the more he began to feel a little uncomfortable and it wasn’t long before Sebastian was watching Ran covertly and had signaled Luka and Marco over.
“Brother, why don’t you, Luka, and Ran mingle with the sprites a bit. They will want to get to know Ran more.”
Before Ran could do more than open his eyes wide and shake his head in protest, that damn big-headed, lazy cat Marco had jerked Ran off the window seat and was pulling him along. It didn’t take long till Deakin was in front of him with a scrunched up face and tapping his foot while straightening Ran’s clothes, his hair, and stuck the damn label back on his jumper that Deakin had asserted needed to be worn so everyone knew Ran was Deakin’s.
For the next two hours he smiled, nodded, yelped when given a sprite shock, one of their kind’s “gifts,” and was lectured by Lacy over not giving enough attention to his mates. Fortunately, he was so easy going, or he may have become a bit miffed and grumpy. Instead, he just found a sofa and fell asleep as soon as Deakin let him go for a minute.
