by Lynn Stark
Pebin giggled. “A thousand of my family’s house would fit in this one. I can’t wait for them to see it. Maybe they can follow Chester around, so they don’t get lost.”
Thinking of the uptight vampire, Chance thought that would actually be pretty funny.
“He’s smiling again. I’m getting scared.”
Instead of getting pissed because Pebin was teasing him, Chance decided to allow himself to relax. Chester wasn’t the only one with a stick up his ass.
When he moved suddenly and displayed his fangs, Pebin squeaked and took off, hiding behind Larson. That set Chance off. He began to laugh. He did so until tears were streaking down his face and his stomach actually hurt.
“Dammit, Pebin, I think you broke him,” Larson complained.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” A small hand patted him on the back. “What do you think we should do?”
“We could toss him in the water.” This was Larson’s helpful suggestion. He was always full of them. Asshole.
“No! He might eat a shark!”
Chance held up a hand as Larson began to join in on the laughter. “Mercy! Please. No more.”
“Could you see a werewolf swimming around, chasing a shark down? The poor sharks wouldn’t feel safe in the water anymore.”
As with an old grouch saving Christmas, something shifted and changed deep down inside Chance. He wanted more of this. He was sick of going through life with a chip on his shoulder, challenging everyone and everything that came his way. Life did have challenges, but they weren’t all insurmountable. And one challenge he needed to give more attention to was making this mating thing work. Fighting with one or all of them would make the decades pass so much more slowly. Leaving them behind and finding someone else was not an option. Despite whatever feelings he had, he would always want to be with them.
Gasping for breath, trying to get himself under control, Chance wiped the tears from his face. Pebin was still patting his back, and the expression on his adorable face was one of deep concern.
“Are you okay?” he asked Chance.
“I’ve never been better.” And wasn’t that the truth? When was the last time he’d laughed like that? Maybe one Christmas when he was a small child and a neighbor in the apartment building where he lived had given him a gift. That had been before life had gone to total shit. “Come on. Let’s go find someplace to get an ice cream cone.”
They headed back toward the house and saw Cain as he walked out on the terrace. He followed as they went to the huge garage. “I don’t know what you guys are planning, but I’ll drive.”
“We’re getting ice cream cones,” Pebin informed him. “It was Chance’s idea. He was laughing.”
A roomy black sedan was chosen, and they all got in.
“You make it sound like I was doing something weird.”
“It was weird,” Larson told him. “I’ve never heard you laugh, and Cain missed it.”
Although Pebin had the seat belt on, he twisted around in the front passenger seat until he was looking over it at Chance and Larson. “I think Chance is cured. Cain will see him laugh. I’ve heard of ice cream, but I’ve never had it before. Is it good?”
“Yes. What kind of place do you live that you don’t have ice cream?”
“A very nice place. We don’t have stinky air or wars. No one steals. No one kills. Everyone helps each other, if they need it. It’s a good place, even if it doesn’t have ice cream.”
“It sounds like a wonderful place,” Cain said soothingly. “You know, we have ice cream at the mansion. We didn’t have to leave.”
Larson spoke up, as if he’d read Chance’s mind, “I think it’s the experience Chance wants for us. What’s better than going to a dairy dessert place on a hot night and ordering a chocolate cone?”
“I like chocolate.”
“Strawberry for me,” Chance said, smiling as they began to get into the purpose of the outing.
“Okay. I like strawberry, too.”
“I’m a vanilla kind of guy,” Larson chimed in.
Cain chuckled. “Do tell. How disappointing.”
Chance heard Larson make a choking sound. He got the innuendo, but Pebin was innocent on so many levels that he was completely clueless. He began giving Cain the third degree. “What’s disappointing? That Larson is a vanilla guy? I like vanilla, too. I don’t see anything wrong with it. Can I have three cones? I want to try all the flavors.”
“You can get all three flavors in one cone.”
There was an audible gasp. “Is that even possible?” Pebin whispered, his hands clasped to his chest.
Cain reached out to touch the side of Pebin’s face with his hand. “Yes, Pebin, it’s entirely possible.”
By the time they left the ice cream stand, they almost had to carry Pebin to the car. “I hope he doesn’t vomit,” Cain muttered as he fastened the seat belt over their fairy mate. Pebin moaned, but Chance could see there was a satisfied smile on his face. “If he does, I’ll give the car away.”
They continued to joke around and tease Pebin on the ride home. Chance didn’t know what was causing it, but by the time they reached the imposing gray stone mansion, he was horny as hell. Maybe it was, for the first time in the longest time, that he’d felt relaxed. Or it could have been the scents of his mates. There was also the fact that Cain had taken his hand and held it firmly in his as they rode home. The simple gesture meant a lot to him. It somehow made him feel accepted, as he hadn’t completely since meeting Cain and the others. Sure, they were mates, but from what he understood, that wasn’t a guarantee of anything positive happening. Cain had chosen to initiate the closeness with Chance. A deep, throbbing sensation filled his chest. One by one, he was being accepted by his mates. They wanted him. It wasn’t just for show. The pain he’d experienced at his parent’s hands was lessening. Hopefully it would get to the point where he couldn’t even remember it.
Obviously something had clicked into place. As soon as his arousal was noticed by the other men, their scents became stronger. Needless to say, they were a horny bunch as they left the car parked crooked in front of the house and ran up the stone steps. Pebin, of course, ripped off his shirt and flew. Larson was growling and his claws were out. Chance felt a desperate need to shift, but he pushed it down. Letting his werewolf loose wasn’t a good idea. The creature had never been away from the farm. With his hand still held firmly by the vampire, Chance waited to see what happened next.
“This way,” Cain said when they entered the house. He walked swiftly down a side corridor off the main entrance. “I have a room here, near my office that we can use.”
It was a room that seemed to be a bedroom to Chance. After all, there was a bed in it, and the usual furniture to be found in a bedroom. He shrugged. Rich people were strange.
It was no surprise when Pebin was the first to be naked and on the bed. The sexy little male had a gorgeous body, but Chance had no clue how the fluttering wings were going to work out. He’d be afraid to be too rough with the guy. He didn’t want to damage the fragile-looking wings. Chance unbuckled his belt and watched as Cain reached for Pebin. The fairy’s wings disappeared, which was a neat ability, as far as Chance was concerned.
Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and jeans, Chance pushed them down to his ankles, swearing when he realized he still had his boots on. It took a few seconds to correct the problem. Then he was joining Cain and Pebin on the bed, surprised that he felt no jealousy because the two were preoccupied with each other. He would have his turn with Cain. He wasn’t worried about that. Besides, watching the pair together was making him so horny he thought he would lose his mind if he didn’t get some relief soon.
Chance sucked in a breath when a large, warm body slid against his from behind. His asshole clenched, as he thought about Larson topping him. The man’s cock was impressive in size. But the last time he’d had sex was so long ago that Chance couldn’t remember the encounter. It had been before th
e witch had stolen his pitiful life and changed him, without his agreement, into a werewolf to do her bidding. The bitch was dead now, and his life was definitely better than it had been. However, that didn’t alter the facts. His asshole would be practically virginal, and he was more than a little nervous about being breached by something as massive as Larson’s cock.
Larson nuzzled against the back of his neck as his hand slid over Chance’s stomach. “Ah, don’t be nervous,” Larson told him. “We’ll get this figured out between us.”
Turning around, Chance faced him. Their bodies touched from waist to knee, their cocks aligned. The scent of their arousal filled his nostrils as he inhaled. He looked into Larson’s amber eyes. “Do you have the lube and a condom?”
“Condoms,” Larson corrected. “We will definitely need more than one.” The bear shifter winked, and Chance suddenly realized how sexy his mate was. Sure, he’d noticed the man was handsome, in a rugged sort of way. Larson was now, however, turning on the sex appeal as if he had flipped a switch. Chance’s cock twitched, and his balls tightened. “And we’ll do whatever it takes to make you comfortable with the four of us claiming each other.”
Their conversation was cut short by Pebin’s cries. “Oh, you’re so good at sucking dick!” he cried. “I’m going to come down your throat.”
They turned together to see Cain braced on his elbows, with Pebin’s slender legs thrown over his shoulders, as he sucked the fairy’s cock down to the root.
The vampire certainly appeared to know what he was doing. Chance felt his eyes widen when he saw the tip of a fang. Cain dragged it along Pebin’s hard flesh before sinking it into it. Heat flashed through him, as he imagined Cain doing that to him. His fangs were a lot sharper than Chance or Larson’s canine teeth. Theirs were similar to those of their animals, while Cain’s were longer and more slender.
Pebin screamed as his back arched off the bed. The scent of cum reached Chance’s nostrils. Again, he inhaled deeply. This mate thing was beginning to ride him hard. Not only did he want to Larson to get on with claiming him, he wanted to fuck Pebin through the mattress until the little smart mouth could find nothing to say. Then he would have to decide what he wanted to do with the gorgeous vampire. The list could prove endless, Chance thought, dazed.
Shuddering with overwhelming excitement, Chance turned his gaze back to Larson. “I need your dick in my ass.”
“My pleasure. Let’s get you stretched. I know it’s been a while for you.” Chance nodded, oddly touched by Larson’s consideration.
The bear shifter appeared big, tough, and Chance knew he had a twisted sense of humor that had often pitted Chance and Pebin against each other. Now he was trying to be sure their first time together was a good one for Chance.
Larson left the bed long enough to dig through the pocket of his jeans. He returned with packets of lube and several condoms. He hadn’t lied about that. Heat shot through Chance’s body as he anticipated Larson fucking him over and over again. He doubted he would mind, even if he walked crooked the next day.
Chuckling at the thought, he slid his hands beneath his thighs and lifted his legs, holding them as he watched Larson roll on a condom and then open a package of the slick. Moments later Larson was teasing the rippled skin around the tight ring of his asshole. He clenched in response, and Larson clucked his tongue.
“Ah, none of that. I’ll never get in, if you lock me out.”
The scolding was so ridiculous, Chance felt himself relax. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly and nodded. A slicked finger pushed in. Chance groaned and closed his eyes. This would be the first time sex would have meaning. A good one, anyway. In his past, sex had been used for many things, but never once to make a connection with another person.
Larson was one of his mates, a very important person. Once the mating was completed, they would be bonded together for life. That thought both terrified and thrilled him. At the moment, however, something else was thrilling him. Larson’s long finger was pushing in and out, exploring, stroking, before he added a second. Wincing, Chance wondered if he would ever be able to accept Larson’s cock in his ass. His muscles seemed to be resisting the prospect. It definitely wasn’t for the faint of heart.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Larson cajoled, leaning in for a kiss as he added a third finger. The thick digits pushed and explored. Chance jumped and swore as Larson stroked his gland. “That’s right. Give in to the fun. We were all made for each other.”
Once again, Chance tried to focus on relaxing. Larson wasn’t doing anything that he wouldn’t find pleasurable after he found his happy place, but he was still having difficulty equating sex with pleasure or happiness. There had been little of the former and none of the latter. His life on the streets had been grim, ugly, and full of pain and self-loathing. It had taken a lot of effort to shed all that crap. Just being turned into a werewolf by an evil witch, and dumped on the farm to participate in some kind of horrific new reality, hadn’t done it. A war with creatures he hadn’t known existed was only a small part of what he’d had to learn to deal with.
Chance was relieved when Larson withdrew his fingers. He’d managed to work four into Chance’s channel, stretching, teasing, until Chance relaxed. Then Larson lined up the head of his cock with his hole and pushed in without ceremony. The preliminaries were over. Either Chance was ready for it or he wasn’t.
Larson’s possession was the most incredible thing Chance had ever experienced. The moment he was balls-deep, he stilled, giving Chance time to adjust to the changes, the least of which was the long, thick cock stretching and filling him until he thought he would be split in two.
Any pain he felt faded quickly. Relaxing as Larson leaned down over him to give him a swift kiss on the mouth, he released his legs to let them slide over the bear shifter’s hips. His heels rested on the meaty ass. Despite shifters being used to seeing each other unclothed, and normally giving no particular thought to it, Chance had admired Larson’s ass on more than one occasion. There was absolutely no guilt in his heart, either.
“You feel so good,” Larson told him, his voice thick with passion. “It’s like having my dick wrapped in hot silk. You were so worth waiting for.”
Chance trembled as those words shot through him. It was as if they gave him some kind of value. In his head, he knew he had value, that his past didn’t make him less of a person, but Larson helped ease away the pain that lingered.
“This was worth waiting for,” Chance agreed in return, with an emotion-choked voice.
He was afraid he was about to cry. Belonging, being cared for, being made love to, was a lot to take in.
Then Pebin unexpectedly saved him, by declaring, “I want one of those.”
“One of those, what?” Cain asked curiously.
“A dick in my ass. Can you help me out? Please?”
Laughing, Chance forgot about the other two males in the bed and reached for Larson’s incredibly broad shoulders. He held on as he tilted his ass, allowing another inch of hard flesh to enter his body. Larson grinned and pulled his cock out until only the head remained, before slamming forward and burying himself once again. It set the pace for the next few minutes, Larson fucking Chance as hard and fast as he could. His own cock was aching. Risking removing one hand from Larson, he reached between them and wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking vigorously, matching Larson’s every thrust.
Heat was rising in his body. It felt like lava running through his veins. Chance tightened his legs around Larson’s thick waist, his heels bouncing off the bear shifter’s ass, as Larson attempted to fuck him through the mattress.
The excitement within him was building to critical levels, unlike anything he’d experienced before. Was it because Larson was his mate? Was that why he was beginning to feel a connection?
While Chance had claimed that he wasn’t ready for mates and all the stuff that went with having them, including bearing children, something was shifting within him as Larson laid clai
m to his body in the most primal way possible. When instinct took over, Chance lifted his chin and tilted his head to the left. There was a low growl. A split second later Larson was sinking his huge, curved fangs into the thickest part of Chance’s shoulder, holding on until they both came. Hot ropes of pearly cum jetted from his cock, landing on his stomach and dripping over his fingers, as Larson growled again, pumped his hips hard, and allowed his balls to empty into Chance.
He shuddered as he thought about the possible amount of seed being captured by the condom. One little wiggly sperm would be all it took to make him into a baby factory. It would take more time for him to be ready for that. He was grateful Larson was willing to wait. Hopefully Cain would also understand.
Larson removed his fangs before kissing and licking the wound from the mating bite. He shivered as pleasure spread through him.
Sweaty, out of breath, and limbs heavy, they collapsed together on the bed. With his eyes closed, Chance took the opportunity to recover and think about what had just happened. Analyzing his feelings at that moment might not have been the most romantic thing to do, but it seemed it was unavoidable. Larson gently withdrew his softening dick from Chance’s body. There was some movement at his side, but he didn’t bother opening his eyes, although he knew Larson was leaving the bed. The sense of losing something was felt deep down inside of him. That did make him frown.
Opening his eyes, he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. A moan escaped him as slender arms wrapped around his neck from behind. “Did you have fun?”
Chance reached up to encircle one of Pebin’s wrists with his fingers. “Yes, I had fun. Did you?” He’d almost forgotten that Pebin and Cain were in the bed with them.
