by Lynn Stark
Pebin nodded. His soft cheek rubbed against Chance’s, like a cat. “Yes. Cain gives fantastic blow jobs. I want him to fuck me, but he won’t.” There was definite pout in his voice. “Can you ask him to change his mind?”
“It’s Cain’s decision. Obviously he has his reasons for waiting.” Laughing, Chance twisted around so he could grab Pebin and bring him onto his lap. The fairy’s erection pressed against his abs, sticky from the cum still coating them. He really should go clean up. “Now, what are you pestering Cain for?”
Pebin appeared quite serious. “For a baby, of course. Now that I’ve come to accept my responsibilities as a mate, I don’t want to waste any more time.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for parenthood? You will have to give up arguing with your brothers and causing trouble, in general.”
Snorting, Pebin leaned in to steal a kiss. “You’re expecting a lot. And I never start the trouble with my brothers. They’re horrible creatures, and I can’t wait until they come of age and have to beg their own mates for sex and babies.”
“Well, doesn’t that sound terribly horribly revengeful? Personally, I believe you’ve been remarkably fortunate to get the three of us for mates. You should wish the same thing for your brothers.”
Leaning back, Pebin crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. “Do I have to?”
“Yes. Now, why don’t I give you something else to think about?”
Twisting again, Chance put Pebin on the bed and crawled over him. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“No.”
“What’s wrong with you people?” Pebin cried, appearing to be on the verge of tears. “Don’t you find me desirable?”
“Of course we do…I do. I simply believe that Cain should have the honor of being your first. After all, the two of you have already formed a special bond. He’ll plant a little vampire inside you. That should make you happy.”
Pebin sniffled. “I’m so over waiting. And he can’t be that eager to put his seed in me. He’s nowhere around.”
Chance had noticed that, too. Larson was also taking a long time to return, and he suspected that the bear shifter and the vampire were getting to know each other a bit better in the bathroom. However, the only thing he could hear was the water running in the shower.
Hoping to distract Pebin, he reached between the fairy’s legs. Chance palmed the tight balls that were likely ready to let loose their load, before searching for the male’s tight pucker. He was relieved to discover Pebin shared the same anatomy, with the exception of wings and pointy ears. It would have been awkward if fucking required learning a new technique. Soft moans quickly became loud pleas. A smile curved Chance’s mouth. Pebin certainly wasn’t afraid of letting everything he was experiencing be out there for everyone to hear and see.
It was an attitude Chance wished he could embrace. He had become so good at protecting himself that he wasn’t willing to risk being hurt or be seen as a fool.
Fully aware that life was about taking chances, he knew he would have to learn to overcome behaviors learned in his past.
Slender arms wrapped around his neck. Chance returned his attention fully to Pebin.
“I think we should go see what they’re doing,” Pebin suggested, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I bet someone’s doing the dirty in the shower.”
The possibility was a strong one. Chance laughed and sat up, taking Pebin with him. “Come on, baby. We’ll go help them with that.”
As they stepped into the shower, it was to discover that Cain and Larson were indeed doing dirty things. Larson was on his knees and sucking Cain’s cock down his throat, impressing the hell out of Chance. The vampire was hung like a horse.
“Oooh, I told you they were being bad!”
Shaking his head, Chance took Pebin’s hands and placed them against the stone tiles. Then he was spreading the fairy’s legs. Pebin didn’t protest, but waited silently as Chance reached for the bottle of waterproof lube and poured some onto his fingers. Then he was admiring the rounded little tush pushed out, tempting him.
“Hold still, baby. I’m about to do dirty things to you.”
“Oh, good! Finally, someone is willing to make me happy.”
Chance still had his doubts about being able to do that, but he was now willing to try.
He pushed a slick finger through the ring of tight muscles, immensely pleased when Pebin’s wings popped out and began to flutter wildly.
Chapter Eight
Groaning around the thick length of flesh in his mouth, Larson inhaled through his nose as he did his best to give Cain pleasure. If the moans filling his ears, and the fingers tightly gripping his hair were anything to judge by, he was doing a good job of it.
He and the vampire had been alone in the shower for several minutes. Cain had followed him in, when he’d come in to get a cloth to clean Chance with. Cain had taken him by the hand and led him into the shower. Larson only felt a moment of guilt for not returning to Chance, as he dropped to his knees and took Cain’s cock into his mouth, sucking and licking the head, and moaning as the salty, tangy flavors spread over his tongue.
Larson gripped Cain’s muscular thighs as his head bobbed, advancing and retreating, as he focused all of his skills at giving head. It was something he enjoyed doing, depending upon the partner. If they were more than a one-night stand, then head was something he would share with a lover.
Cain’s fingers were close to ripping the hair out of Larson’s head. Larson winced, but he didn’t protest. He could sense that Cain was close to coming. Releasing a thigh, he cupped Cain’s balls with his left hand, stroking them before tugging the sac gently.
That was enough to send the vampire over the edge. Cain shouted as his body shook. The cock in his mouth hardened and began to throb. Then cum was spurting against the back of his throat. Larson swallowed as much as he was able. As he pulled back, a spurt or two landed on his lips and his chin. He licked it away, enjoying the taste. It wouldn’t be long before he knew each of his mate’s unique flavors.
Aware that Pebin and Chance were in the large shower with Cain and him, Larson wasn’t surprised to hear Pebin moaning loudly. He glanced over to see Chance’s pushing a couple of fingers into the fairy’s tight little ass. His cock jerked in response to the sight, and he wouldn’t mind adding himself to the mix, but a tug on his hair stopped him.
Looking up, Larson saw that Cain was smiling rather smugly. The vampire knew Larson wanted it all. But there was only one of him, and it was important that Chance connect emotionally to Pebin. The two were always at odds with each other.
Larson stood and melted against Cain’s muscular body. He was surprised at how warm the vampire’s body was. Obviously he ran a little hotter than a shifter. Larson liked it. Leaning in, he inhaled the male’s scent before nuzzling against the side of his throat and along the fleshy, muscular shoulder where he would, hopefully, soon put his mating bite.
He was pleased when Cain shuddered and growled, as if he could sense the growing urgency in Larson. Cain, however, took their moment down a notch by reaching for the soap. There would come a time when Larson would mark Cain with his fangs, as Cain done with Larson, but this wasn’t it. Larson moaned as he thought of feeling their bond surging through him again.
They took turns washing each other from head to toe, even washing each other’s hair. All the while, Chance was tormenting Pebin, giving him multiple orgasms. His cries of pleasure filled the confines of the shower stall, soon followed by blistering curses, when the fairy realized Chance still hadn’t put his cock in Pebin’s ass.
As he dried Cain’s back, Larson leaned forward to press a kiss between the vampire’s shoulder blades. “You really should put Pebin out of his misery.”
“I will. I simply want to know that he’s ready.”
Larson chuckled. “If he gets any more ready, he’s going to explode. It could get ugly. I might start getting afraid to go to sleep.”
They returned to the be
droom and straightened the bedding. Pebin and Chance soon joined them, Pebin flying around the room close to the ceiling. Larson thought it was cute. Chance told Pebin to put some underwear on., that he didn’t want to see the fairy’s junk dangling.
“Are the two of you ready to become fathers?” Cain asked them, his tone serious.
“Neither of us wants to risk becoming pregnant at the moment, but I know I’m ready to do everything I can to help Pebin and provide support for him and the child the two of you create together.”
Pebin flew under the canopy, then began to fly around them in an annoying manner, much like a mosquito as he made a buzzing noise and chomped his teeth comically.
“What the hell are you supposed to be?” Chance asked in a snarling voice.
The two were about to go at it again. Chance swatted at Pebin.
“He’s a vampire fairy,” Cain explained dryly as he made himself comfortable against the pillows. “It’s one of the possibilities Pebin has created in his head, of what our children might be like. You don’t want to know about yours,” he added as he looked from Larson to Chance. “He has a rather active imagination.”
Choking on a laugh, Larson searched for the lube. It was time. Chance grabbed Pebin by the ankle as he made another pass beneath the canopy, yanking him down to the mattress as he yelped in surprise. He yelped a second time when Chance’s hand connected firmly with his shapely little ass.
He smacked it again as Pebin crawled toward Cain and relative safety. When he straddled Cain’s lap, Larson put two lubed fingers into the asshole Chance had stretched in the shower. Once Pebin was ready, Larson gave Cain’s cock a liberal coating of the slick stuff before he handed the lube to Chance.
“I’m good with you guys making a baby. I’ll help, just promise not to leave me alone with it.”
Pebin giggled. He was obviously happy about this turn of events. They watched as he reached behind to take Cain’s cock into his hand. Then he was guiding it to his twitching hole. A moment later he was sinking slowly down, moaning as he was stretched to the limits. Watching made him feel as if a molten brand was being pressed against his groin. Pebin’s small hands grabbed Cain by the shoulders and held on. Cain’s hand went to Pebin’s hips, his long fingers curving around the mounds of Pebin’s ass, as the fairy slid down his cock until he was fully seated.
It was an erotic sight. A beautiful sight. The vampire, with his long, muscular body, and the exquisitely delicate fairy, wings once again fluttering madly, were a sight he would never forget. Pebin didn’t waste any time, as he began to ride the cock he was impaled upon.
Knowing they might be witnessing the creation of their first child, Larson and Chance settled down to watch. They were on their sides. Larson’s back was against Chance’s chest, with Chance’s strong arm draped over him.
As Pebin rode Cain’s cock with all of the enthusiasm of a horny virgin, with more energy than skill, Chance leaned in to ask softly in Larson’s ear, “We can hire babysitters, right?”
Larson nodded. He patted Chance’s hand, hoping to soothe the male’s nervousness. A baby would cause a lot of changes to be made to their lives. Having a nanny probably wasn’t such a bad idea.
Larson watched as Cain brought Pebin close for a passionate kiss. Pebin made the cutest sounds as they sucked face. Cain appeared to have a great deal of skill. Pebin, not so much. But everything he did was balanced by his overwhelming enthusiasm for the deed.
“He’s going to hurt himself,” Chance observed dryly.
“Or permanently maim Cain,” Larson added.
His cock was hard, and watching Cain’s slide in and out of Pebin’s tight hole was enough to make him want one in his own ass. He pushed back into the cradle of Chance’s pelvis, pleased when Chance moaned and pushed his rock-hard cock into the cleft.
Chance’s fingers plucked at Larson’s nipple, pulling and pinching, intensifying the lust coursing through his veins. It was all but impossible to keep his emotions under control. For months he’d teased and taunted his mates, instinctively knowing neither of them was ready for mating. He was a patient person. He could wait. And he’d done so.
Now Larson moved, turning so he was facing Chance. They kissed briefly, passionately, before something of a wrestling match followed, each of them playfully vying for dominance. In the end, Larson capitulated. Chance positioned him on his hands and knees, his big hands stroking over Larson’s back, hips, and buttocks. Then Chance was reaching for the lube and taking the time to carefully prepare Larson for his position, as if he knew it had been a long time for him.
Chance’s fingers moving in and out of his ass created sensations that were like shockwaves of electricity throughout his body. Larson groaned and closed his eyes, now completely focused on what was taking place between them. He even managed to shut out Cain’s words of encouragement and Pebin begging for mercy.
That truly made concentration a difficult thing, but after snorting his amusement, fingers stroked his gland and he forgot everything but his pleasure. Pushing back, he encouraged Chance to be bold. The man’s fingers pressed deep, and his teeth took hold of the meaty flesh of Larson’s ass cheek. It was only the beginning to a rough, passionate interlude, one he would want to repeat over and over.
Any and all lovers were forgotten as Chance took possession of Larson’s body. The head of his cock pressed against the stretched ring of muscles. Despite the care Chance had taken to prepare him, there was still some discomfort, a stinging burn, as Chance pushed his cock deeper into Larson’s dark channel. Closing his eyes, he groaned, all but holding his breath until Chance was fully seated within his body.
The pounding he received was everything Larson could have hoped for and completely without ceremony. Larson liked it rough, but many past partners had mistaken what he wanted and tried to abuse him. Pain was definitely not his thing. Nor was being treated like shit.
He got none of that from Chance. The man might be fucking him like there was no tomorrow, but Larson could feel the emotions rolling off the werewolf in waves. Chance loved him. The sensations were intense and unmistakable. That made the mating that much better.
Larson’s fingers curled into the sheet. His cock was bouncing against his stomach with every thrust of Chance’s body. The sound of the skin slapping filled his ears. The scent of their arousal, as well as that of Cain and Pebin, was heavy in the air.
Inhaling deeply, Larson knew he would never forget any of it. This was, and always would be, one of the most important moments of his life. Tilting his head to the side, he gave Chance all the access he needed. The werewolf struck so fast, Larson knew he’d been waiting for the moment, too. Sharp fangs pierced skin and muscle. Blood flowed, mixing with saliva, bonding them together for life. The world faded away. It was only the two of them.
Balls clenched and cum shot from his cock, splattering on the sheet beneath him. Larson felt the energy leave his body as pleasure swept through him in waves. His arms shook, weakening. Chance’s cock was still hard and buried in his ass. They were both still as they cherished this moment, this incredible moment neither of them would ever forget. Then Chance began moving again. The sound of his harsh breaths filled Larson’s ears. His fingers were biting into the flesh of Larson’s hips, holding on tightly as he fucked Larson’s hole, as if it would be his first and last time doing so. He obviously wanted to make it count. Or to leave an impression.
They collapsed onto the bed together as Chance spilled his seed into him. The heat of it could be felt through the condom. Perhaps someday Chance would have enough confidence to try to create a child of his own. Larson had no idea if it was possible. Chance had been turned from a human to a werewolf by a witch.
By the time Larson was able to roll onto his back, Pebin was tugging at him and peering closely at his face. “Are you okay, Larson? Chance was fucking you like a beast. His claws were out at the end. I liked watching. You don’t mind, do you? I know you guys watched me and Cain together. Was that hot, t
oo?”
Most of Pebin’s excited chatter just floated around his head. Chance, having withdrawn, was now limping away from the bed. Larson watched with no little amount of amusement. Obviously he’d pulled a muscle during their rough bout of sex.
“Yes, watching the two of you together was very hot. You looked sexy with Cain’s dick in your ass.”
Pebin giggled. “I love when you talk dirty. It makes me feel naughty.”
Larson smiled. He adored the little guy. He was hilarious. “Glad I can help you out. Now, I need to go clean up.” He actually needed a shower. There was cum drying on both his front and back. “Then we’ll need to change the sheets.”
As sleepy as he was, Larson was to the point where he might not care if he slept on crusty sheets. But he would take a shower, and hopefully someone else would have the energy to neaten the bed. He would take care of the sheets the next time.
When he returned from showering, Larson dropped onto the bed and released a sigh. His world was coming together. When he had moved to the farm, he’d only hoped that he would find his mates. Then he found he had two. For a while, they had been at odds. Being a mate didn’t automatically guarantee happiness, love, or anything else. That discord, however, seemed to have come to an end. There would come a time soon when he would complete the mating bond with Pebin and Cain.
Larson didn’t have to open his eyes to know that the room had been plunged into darkness. The mattress shifted for several seconds as his three mates joined him on the huge bed now covered once more with clean sheets.
Pebin crawled on top of him, snuggling his face in close to the side of Larson’s neck. Larson raised his arms to wrap them around the imp. “Be still,” he admonished when Pebin began to rub his hard dick against Larson’s groin. “As soon as I’ve rested, I’ll fuck you into tomorrow.”
A snicker reached his ear. “Then you better hurry. It’s almost midnight. You don’t have much time. But maybe for you it is.”
Larson smacked the fairy’s ass. “Remind me to spank you for being a smartass.”
