Love with Sparkles Added

by Lynn Stark

The man in his arms did his own share of sniffing. “You smell good. I want to eat you up.” Smiling, Cain spread the fairy out on the bed and began to tie his hands above his head. Pebin twisted so he could look up to where his first wrist was being tied to the headboard. “Oh, this feels so naughty.” The idea seemed to please him. Good to know.

  “It can be as naughty as you want to make it. What do you like?”

  “I have no clue. I’ve never had sex before.”

  That information shook Cain’s world. He hadn’t expected that. Well, he had suspected. Pebin seemed to be quite innocent. He made sure that the loops around Pebin’s wrists were loose enough that he could slip free. Right now it was all about pretending. If Pebin wanted to be bolder later, they could experiment.

  Cain chuckled as Pebin tested the restraints. Leaning over him, he kissed his cute little belly button. Pebin squealed and then laughed.

  “Oh, no! Don’t do that!”

  “Hush. Lie still and don’t come. You have to learn to control yourself to achieve maximum pleasure.”

  Pebin humped his hips into the air. “I’m pretty sure I can achieve maximum pleasure with a dirty thought and a hot look from you.”

  Yes, having Pebin as a mate was going to be interesting. Cain stretched out beside the smaller man and reached down to spread his slender legs apart. Then he cupped the soft sac between them, stroking gently as he began to lick and nip Pebin’s chest. Squeals, begging, and moans soon filled Cain’s ears as he found a pale brown nipple to nibble on. The nub caught between his teeth was a good place to begin Pebin’s initiation. They were mates, but Cain had no desire to rush the fairy into anything. It had taken a long time to find his mates. Surviving those moments of frustration and need had made him learn patience, something that would also serve him well now that he was playing with his mate in bed.

  “Cain!” Pebin cried. “I need to come!”

  Lifting his head, he looked at the tormented fairy. He was gorgeous, from his silvery-blond hair to the adorable pinkish ears, and the face with its delicate bone structure aglow with his growing inner desire and passion. Yes, Pebin was delicious in so many ways. Cain knew he could be happy just looking at him.

  But they had other things to do at the moment. “No. It hasn’t even been five minutes,” Cain told him firmly. “You won’t come. Now, take a deep breath and show me how strong you are.”

  Pebin’s head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, and he tugged at his restrained wrists as he tried to push closer to the hand Cain was holding his balls with. “No! No, I’m weak. I’m the weakest fairy ever created! Please, Cain!” The desperation in his voice told Cain Pebin wouldn’t last much longer.

  Releasing Pebin’s smooth sac, Cain wrapped his fingers around the man’s cock. He didn’t bother responding verbally. Opening his mouth, he took the head of Pebin’s hard flesh in, sucking on it and teasing the tiny slit with the tip of his tongue. The eruption of cum, and Pebin’s scream, didn’t come as a surprise. Cain swallowed the spurts of hot, tangy spunk, savoring it as it crossed over his tongue.

  When he released Pebin’s softening flesh, Cain moved to the fairy’s side, continuing to stroke him as he lay there panting and twitching.

  “Wow, that was the most amazing thing!” he told Cain finally. “I never knew blow jobs could be like that. You’re very good at it.”

  Cain chuckled and reached up to release Pebin’s wrists. “Good to know. Now, I think we should get some sleep. I have a meeting in a few hours. I don’t want to be yawning through it.”

  Pebin’s small hand covered his semi-hard cock. “What about you?”

  “Sweetheart, I’m good for now. We’ll take care of it tomorrow.”

  The fairy didn’t respond right away. When he did, Cain smiled. “Thank you for being so nice. My brothers told me I was going to get an ogre for a mate and that he’d beat me all the time. Blow jobs are definitely better than beatings.”

  “That they are. Now go to sleep.”

  Pebin didn’t say anything more. But there was a loud yawn before he snuggled close to Cain’s side. It wasn’t long before Cain heard soft snores. One down, two to go. While he hadn’t officially made Pebin his mate, it didn’t matter. There was no rush. Oddly, he wanted to learn something about his mates before they committed their lives to each other. That is, if nature didn’t get in the way. After all, each of his three mates was temptation incarnate.

  Closing his eyes, Cain relaxed, comforted by the scent and the touch of Pebin’s body, and the steady beat of his heart. He fell asleep with a sense of peace he couldn’t remember feeling for a very long time. Not since being in the care of his parents.

  Chapter Four

  Larson had been told that his vampire mate was in a meeting. He’d received this information at about nine o’clock. After discovering he had a third mate the night before, he was eager to meet the man. Chance had gone through a lot of painful things in his life, and it would, understandably, take work for him to get to know Larson and to trust him. That and that the mating would be a good thing.

  Then there was Pebin. Larson shook his head and laughed softly. The little nutjob seemed to have no interest in having any mates, let alone three. All he wanted to do was continue his battle with his brothers. Larson had no clue what it was about, other than they had taken everything he owned. Maybe they should get their asses kicked.

  He hoped Cain would be different than the other two. Larson’s bear was a very happy creature. The addition of another mate for the fierce animal to love and protect was a good thing. It was also good to keep the inner animal happy as possible.

  When those attending the meeting took a break for lunch, Larson was waiting. He wasn’t surprised when dark eyes fixed on him as Cain walked out of the new building set aside for the farm and town meetings. All the plans were kept there for past and future projects.

  Cain excused himself from the others. They nodded and headed toward the community center where there always seemed to be food prepared for those wanting a meal. It was a place everyone stayed connected with food and companionship. His old clan had something similar, although there weren’t so many members as there were here on the farm.

  “Cain Windgate. How are you?” Cain asked as he stopped in front of Larson and held out his hand, finally introducing himself.

  The tips of the vampire’s fangs flashed as he smiled. Larson’s dick twitched. It was a sexy-as-fuck sight, and he couldn’t wait for the vampire to sink them into his flesh.

  He took Cain’s hand and felt the connection between them. “Larson Brekken. I’m good, you?”

  “I’m doing well.”

  “How’s the meeting going?”

  A grimace twisted Cain’s firm, sculptured lips. “As well as can be expected. It’s not an easy thing, blending two covens. New rules have to be established, and old rivalries and disputes have to be settled. Once that’s done, it will be much easier. Will you join me for lunch?”

  Larson nodded, pleased that his mate wanted to spend time with him. “Yes. Thank you.”

  “Have you seen Chance today?”

  “Not since this morning. He’s out on patrol. He’ll return this evening.”

  Cain nodded, and they went into the community center. Larson wasn’t shy about piling his plate high with food. Even if he didn’t have a lot of work to do that afternoon he would need energy for, the food was so good that he couldn’t resist. His vampire mate chuckled as they moved along the buffet beside each other.

  “You have a healthy appetite,” Cain commented with humor.

  “Yes, I do. And not just for what’s here on the table.”

  “Good to know. Pebin stayed with me last night. I’m assuming he will tonight. Would you care to join us? And do you think Chance would be interested in doing so?”

  That was an excellent question. While Larson had every intention of joining Cain, he had no clue what Chance would do. He’d had such a horrible past, not the least of which was being turned in
to a werewolf for the sole purpose of killing the people on the farm, as a witch sought revenge on the men she had cursed and changed into gargoyles a thousand years before. It had taken years for Chance to come to terms with his life as it was now. He seemed to have found some kind of peace, but now his life was changing once again. Last night they had shared that neither of them was ready for children. Actually, Larson had been surprised by how open Chance had been. Up until this point, he’d been anything but welcoming to even accept friendship from the residents of the farm. It was a sad life and something Larson wanted to help Chance change. Not just because they were mates, but because everyone deserved happiness in their life.

  “I’d be interested in finding someplace right now. If you have the time?”

  The handsome vampire smiled. There was a glint of lustful fire in his dark eyes, sending a jolt straight to Larson’s dick. “Oh, I always have time for that, mate. Lead the way.”

  Larson picked up their plates before he took Cain to his and Chance’s house. It was only a few hundred feet away from the community center. Once they were there, they didn’t waste any time on preliminaries. The food was forgotten. Clothes came off and were tossed aside. Their strong hands reached for each other, touching wherever they could. Larson all but dragged Cain into the bedroom. They could have remained in the living room, but there was no supplies there. As he’d told Chance, he had been known to bottom. This was one of those times when he wanted to be dominated by another male. The need rode him hard as he tossed the lube and a condom to Cain. Then they fell to the bed and he spread his legs, offering himself up to the other male.

  Cain looked at the condom for a moment but didn’t comment. Then he grinned after rolling it on. His gaze slid smoothly over his body, as he opened the lube and spread a generous amount over his fingers. Sliding his hands behind his thighs, Larson pulled his legs back. He forced his body to relax, knowing that this was going to be a little rough. He didn’t mind.

  Two fingers were pushed without ceremony through the guarding ring of muscles. Those muscles clenched for a few seconds. Larson groaned, pleasure surging through him. Cain leaned in to bite at his neck and shoulder. Heat flashed over Larson’s skin. His nipples puckered and his balls ached. Reaching for his dick, he began to stroke it.

  Their combined musk was heady. Beads of sweat were beginning to slide along their heated skin. The tension rising in Larson’s body, as Cain pushed his fingers in and out of his tight, dark channel, was almost too much to bear.

  Larson wanted Cain and he wanted him now. Dropping his legs, he twisted around until he was on his hands and knees on the bed. Cain moved in behind him, pushing his legs apart with his as he gripped the cheeks of Larson’s ass and…paused?

  “What are you doing?” he asked after a couple of uncomfortable seconds passed.

  Cain chuckled. “Admiring the view. Are you prepared for me to claim you?”

  “Yes. Do it. Quit staring at my asshole like it’s a crystal ball.”

  The vampire laughed again. “Oh, it’s better than a crystal ball, but I believe I’ll discover your dark secrets very shortly.”

  Staring at the headboard, disbelieving that they were even having a conversation at this moment, Larson said, “I thought crystal balls were used for seeing the future.”

  The head of Cain’s cock was pushed through his loosened pucker. “I can see your future very clearly from here. Now, let’s do this. Are you prepared to be fucked by a vampire?”

  It would take several minutes before Larson understood what that meant. Vampires obviously had stamina to spare. Cain was unrelenting in the pounding he gave Larson’s ass.

  His fingers curled into the blanket. There wasn’t really anything to hold onto. The power behind the man’s thrusts were incredible. They felt darn good, but Larson didn’t really like the idea of his head thunking repeatedly against the solid oak headboard.

  Taking the risk, he let go of the blanket with one hand and reached beneath his body to grab his dick. As he did so Cain changed the angle of his thrusts and began to strike his sensitive gland every time. Larson’s balls began to pull tight. His orgasm was about three of Cain’s thrusts away. The dick in his ass hardened perceptively, letting him know that the vampire was close, as well.

  Cain’s pelvis drove forward one last time. Then the vampire was bending over and sinking his fangs into the meaty part of Larson’s shoulder. Larson came with a loud shout, his spunk landing on the blanket. He collapsed then, with Cain’s fangs still in his body, drawing blood from it.

  Larson felt the metaphysical connection forming between them. Their mating bond was complete. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart, while Cain remained covering his body until necessity parted them.

  Cain moved away and left the bed. Grimacing, Larson rolled over. His stomach was coated with his cum. His mate returned with a wet cloth and cleaned him up with a kiss and a smile.

  “Now, that was the most memorable lunch break I’ve ever taken. If we hurry, we might have enough time to eat before I have to return to the meeting.”

  Larson sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Cain leaned in to kiss him again before they dressed and headed to the kitchen. He thought about how much he felt a part of the vampire. It was a true bond, and he couldn’t wait to connect in the same way with Chance and Pebin.

  They ate quickly and in silence, simply content to be together. No one seemed to pay them any attention as they entered the community center with their washed plates and went to the buffet for dessert. A bear never passed up sweets. There was no sign of Chance and Pebin, so they sat at a table by themselves.

  They were nearly finished, Cain telling Larson about his night with the quirky fairy, when there was shouting from outside. Having heard it before, Larson groaned and stood. He hurried outside, wondering what Pebin had gotten himself into this time. If he’d lassoed Chance again, he would spank him.

  But when he exited the building he saw an incredible sight. Pebin was there, clinging to a tree, his wings beating furiously, as he tried to pull his leg away from a hand gripping his ankle. The hand was attached to an arm, but that was all that could be seen. There was a very serious tug of war going on, as Pebin tried to kick free. He shouted in frustration.

  “Let me go! Don’t make me come back and kick your ass.”

  A circle of adults and children alike was forming around Pebin. A toddler, with his thumb in his mouth, waddled forward to slap at the hand. Larson choked on laughter as another child joined him. The pair began to kick and slap at the arm until Pebin was finally released, and the arm disappeared in the blink of an eye.

  When Pebin landed he hugged each of the boys, thanking them profusely for coming to his aid. It was the adults he gave the stink eye to as he stomped toward Cain and Larson. “You guys have to help me with my brothers. They’ve hidden all of my stuff like Easter eggs. How am I going to start my new life without it? There’s my CD and DVD collection. All my clothes. My makeup and my hoverboard, not to mention my scrystals. I had some real beauties.” He looked between Larson and Cain. “So, who’s going back with me? I need some muscle. There’s only one of me and five of them.”

  He glanced around. “Maybe if I take a stick back with me. A big stick.” One of the children picked up a stick that wasn’t much larger than a pencil and offered it to Pebin. The fairy’s face glowed as he smiled. “Oh, thank you, sweetheart. That’s so nice of you. I think it’s just what I need.” He lifted the small stick and tested it, waving it around in the air with a flourish. “Yep. Just right.” The child grinned, drooling slightly as he did so.

  Larson thought Pebin was about to disappear back to his home world, so he grabbed him and held on. “Not so fast. Have you spoken with your parents about this? Or are you and your brothers just picking at each other?”

  “Our parents won’t involve themselves in our business. They’ve always said we have to settle our own disputes. It’s what makes us good adults.�
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  “So, when’s that going to happen?” a deep voice asked. Larson turned his head to see Chance approaching them.

  Pebin held up a hand and turned his face away. “Don’t try to be nice to me now. I have business to take care of.”

  Blinking, Larson shook his head. He would never understand these two. Although he knew they didn’t do so, there were times when they behaved as if they hated each other. “I’ll go with you. I’m not going to get stuck there, am I?”

  The fairy shook his head. “No.” He grinned. “We’ll come back as soon as we get my stuff. Thank you, Larson.”

  “You’re welcome. Now, let’s get going.”

  “I’ll go, too. The meeting won’t resume for another hour, and you may need help to carry all of Pebin’s stuff.” This was from Cain.

  There was a growl. “Oh, hell. Now I’m just going to look bad. I’ll go with you guys. Maybe I can tie him to a tree and we can make an escape.”

  Cain reached out and snagged Pebin around the waist as he launched himself in Chance’s direction. The fiery little fairy was certainly a handful. His and Chance’s interactions were normally amusing for Larson. He didn’t believe they would hurt each other, but each one certainly did their personal best to irritate the other as often as they were together. Yeah, it was never boring when they were in close proximity.

  “Come on. Let’s get going,” he told them firmly. “And try not to start any inter-realm incidences. I doubt Ian would appreciate that.”

  In less time than it took to take a breath, Larson found himself in the fairy realm. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but it was far short of what he was seeing. The world around them was lush with plant growth. There were paved lanes, neatly-trimmed hedges, vines covered with brightly-colored flowers, and the most adorable cottages Larson had ever seen. They appeared to be cob houses, and all he could see were unique. Each had incorporated color with glass and other materials. The light from the small twin suns made the cottages glow.

  As they stood there, it began to rain. They swore in unison. The front door of the nearest cottage opened and a middle-aged male fairy exited. He smiled when he saw Pebin. “Hello, son. Are these your mates?”