by Lynn Stark
“Don’t worry, I won’t forget.” Pebin humped him again, before settling down.
Moments later he was snoring beside Larson’s ear. He sighed, grateful that he was exhausted. Cain and Chance moved in close. It wasn’t long before he succumbed to his own need for sleep, comforted by the fact that his mates were surrounding him. His bear was very happy.
Chapter Nine
Pebin, humming happily as he applied another brush tipped with bright yellow paint to the house, thought about the past few weeks. He was almost delirious with the way things were progressing with him and his mates. While they didn’t have a perfect relationship yet, they were better. Maybe things between them would never be perfect. But was anything ever perfect? Pebin wondered over that as he added the last touches of color to the ornate flowers he had painted around the doorway and windows to the house he would share with his mates and their children. Their home finally made him feel as it was part of him and couldn’t wait until his parents saw what he’d accomplished since leaving home.
“Wow, that’s beautiful!” Danny said from the ground, almost below Pebin as he hovered while he worked. Danny was the clan leader’s mate. He was also mate to Malcolm. “You have remarkable skill. The flowers appear to be real. If I didn’t know better, I would think I could pluck one right off the house and smell their scent.”
Pride puffed Pebin’s chest out. “Thank you, Danny,” he said, his throat tight with emotion. He landed gently beside the gibbon shifter. “Color and flowers are a part of my life.”
“I can tell. It’s all so vibrant. My mates and I have talked about it, and we were wondering if you would be willing to paint sunflowers on the front of our house. We painted it this summer, but it’s definitely missing something.”
“I would be honored to create something for your house.”
Danny grinned, obviously happy with Pebin’s agreement. “Thank you, Pebin. Just let me know when you will be available. Now, I’ll let you get back to work.”
“Good-bye, Danny. I’ll see you later.”
There was always a steady stream of people coming by to admire the house and to watch him work. It didn’t bother him. Once he began, he forgot everything. It didn’t hurt that Chance had given him a phone that could play music and things called earbuds to stick in his ears so he could listen. It was a very nice gift, and it made him think that Chance liked Pebin more than he let on. The werewolf was always so growly, it was difficult to tell.
Pebin felt like hugging himself when he moved back farther in the front yard to admire his art. The once grim Gothic house was now beautiful, with cornflower-blue paint covering it and sunny yellow trim framing the windows. Then there were the garlands of flowers he’d painted around each arched window and around the doorway.
He couldn’t wait until his mates came home so they could see the end result of his hard work. Hearing a sound behind him, Pebin turned, expecting to see Danny again, but frowning when he didn’t see anyone. This wasn’t the first time he had heard something odd, only to not to be able to pinpoint the source of it. Then there was the creepy sensation that he was being watched. Not the good kind, when he knew people were nearby, or standing there watching what he was doing. No, this was the bad kind of sensation, the one that sent cold chills up and down his spine and made him want to hide.
As his gaze wandered over the area, he wondered if he should mention it to his mates. Cain had also complained of feeling as if someone was spying upon them. His large mates had searched the area where the new houses had been built around a large center green space, but there had never been a sign of anything unusual. No one had ever been found. There were patrols on the farm. They were out of sight to the residents. Pebin didn’t think it was any of them, either.
Turning back to the house, Pebin rose up flew along each side, giving it one last inspection. It all appeared to be perfect to him. His heart swelled with pleasure. This was the home he would share with his mates and their children. Pebin patted his stomach. There was a baby growing in him already. Cain had successfully impregnated him. Once it was discovered that he was breeding, Chance promptly began to throw up each morning. Larson said it was just stress. Cain reassured Pebin it wouldn’t last long, only until Chance came to terms with becoming a father.
Chuckling, Pebin landed near the house and began to gather all his supplies. Once they were in hand, he hurried inside, eager to be away from the gaze of whoever was watching him so intently. It occurred to him that maybe he should have one of his mates with him there at all times. The safety of their child was of the utmost importance. If not one of his mates, he could ask if one or two of his brothers could stay with him. Despite their annoying behavior, they would give their lives to protect him. He knew it, and doubted any such serious sacrifice would have to be given.
After Pebin cleaned the brushes and put them away, along with the paint, he went through to the backyard where the new greenhouse was being built. It was a gift to him from his mates. Having it would allow Pebin to grow fresh vegetables for their meals all through the colder months, when it wouldn’t be possible to do so otherwise. The fairy realm enjoyed two kinds of weather. Fair and severe. During the fair times, they grew and harvested their crops. During the severe times, when nothing grew, they remained inside and concentrated on planning the next season’s crops, repairing their tools, and working on other projects. Pebin’s parents had taught them many skills, so they would have full and satisfying lives. But what the fairy realm didn’t have, despite the dreadful cold, was snow, something Pebin was looking forward to experiencing for the first time.
The greenhouse would be completed in a day or two. Then the workers would begin installing benches, a section of hydroponics where he could grow tomatoes, something Larson had suggested and then explained to him. There would also be a section where he would grow plants in a more traditional manner. Imagining pots overflowing with herbs and various edible flowers filled him with excitement.
All of it was enough to keep Pebin awake at night. That and the hot sex he was sharing with his mates. He giggled as he thought of how his mates lavished him with their lovemaking. He certainly wasn’t lacking attention from the three of them. Once Cain had impregnated him, Chance and Larson took every opportunity they could to fuck him on the closest flat surface. Sex was a wonderful thing. Larson had even taken Pebin out to the forest several times. Knowing how much Pebin enjoyed “being naughty” he’d fucked Pebin out in the open, in broad daylight. With the regular patrols in the forests, anyone could have caught them doing it, he thought, giggling and feeling his dick getting hard in the stretchy leggings.
It was all so deliciously wicked.
Pebin enjoyed spending alone time with each of his mates. And not just for sex. They were special men and his good fortune for finding them, even if he hadn’t appreciated it in the beginning, was something he would always be grateful for.
The workers assembling the greenhouse had left for the day. It was nearly suppertime, and he knew Chance and Larson would be along soon. Cain was in Boston again, which made them all sad. They missed their hot, sexy vampire. Pebin returned to the house and opened the back door. He stopped as soon as he stepped into the mudroom, a term he didn’t understand, because there was no mud in it, when he saw that the small cans of paint he’d brought in had been taken from the cupboard and were on the floor. They had been opened and two had been tipped over. He frowned. There were two cans missing, as well as all of the brushes.
Hearing the front door slam, Pebin felt his heart jump. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door into the kitchen and peeked into the room. There was no sign of anyone. He sniffed. He couldn’t smell anyone either. Odd. His sense of smell was excellent.
Venturing further into the house, Pebin crept silently through the combination dining room and living room. They had already entertained a few guests. The large, open space was excellent for the purpose.
On his toes, Pebin moved stealthily through the ho
use. He chewed on his lower lip, hoping he didn’t encounter anyone. The way his heart was pounding in his chest was something of a concern. If anyone popped out and surprised him, he would likely die on the spot.
Pebin searched both the downstairs and the rooms above. There wasn’t anyone in the house, unless they were hiding in the closets he refused to peer into. What he discovered during his search was that the paint and brushes weren’t the only things that were missing. There were two small paintings missing from a wall, two throw pillows, and a vase. They were odd things to be stolen, but who knew how a thief’s mind worked? Pebin certainly didn’t know. But he was perturbed. He wanted to know why someone was in his house and why they took the things they did.
“What are you doing?” a deep voice asked as Pebin stood in the foyer area and stared at the floor where a colorful rug had once been spread out over the dark hardwood.
“Aieee!” Pebin screeched and shot toward the ceiling where he would, hopefully, be safe. When he saw Chance standing in the center of the living room with his hands on his hips, frowning as he stared up at Pebin, he sagged in relief. “Why are you sneaking around?”
“I wasn’t sneaking. I came in through the back door. Did you know there was paint spilled in the mudroom? I cleaned it up.”
With the rush of adrenaline fading away, Pebin landed and tucked away his wings. “Thank you. I came in and saw that. I had just brought all my supplies in and put them away. Then I went to see the greenhouse. When I came back, I saw that the paint had been spilled and that some was missing, along with my brushes. Then I heard something in here and I searched the house.”
Chance growled and moved him out of the way. Pebin began to worry his hands, wringing them together, as he followed the werewolf through the house. He opened doors and peered into places Pebin hadn’t. During the search Pebin found a use for his hands. He gripped the back of Chance’s shirt, as if he’d pull him backward, if they encountered a threat.
There was nothing, however. Pebin was strangely disappointed that they hadn’t even found a crazed dust bunny.
“Nothing,” Chance said, sounding equally disappointed. Pebin could feel the werewolf’s bunched muscles, as if he was ready to shift at any moment to take on a threat. Feeling his dick react to that knowledge, and the musky scent of his mate, Pebin pushed closer. “Why are you crowding me?” Chance asked, straightening and turning around. Pebin wiggled his eyebrows and grabbed his crotch. “Oh.” He grinned. That was something that could still throw him off. He wasn’t used to Chance smiling when they were in close proximity.
Pebin shrugged. “I just figured, since we’re already in the bedroom, we might as well take advantage of the moment.”
Chance nodded, beginning to stalk forward. Pebin walked backward, leading his mate to the bed. “We wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity like this.”
“Nope.”
Of his three mates, Chance was the least refined. His lovemaking was rough, hard, and lacked Cain’s finesse and sophistication in the bedroom. Larson was somewhere between the other two. It didn’t matter. Pebin enjoyed their individual skills. Now he was hoping for a quick, hard fuck before he had to start supper.
His hole twitched in anticipation as he pulled his yellow T-shirt up over his head, tossing it away and uncaring that he was being a slob. His eyes widened as he watched Chance remove his own black T-shirt. The werewolf had muscles covered by muscles. Pebin enjoyed licking them. It made Chance make a weird purring sound as he did so.
Pushing his shorts down, along with his skimpy underwear, Pebin kicked them away. He wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and shook it. “Want some of this?”
“All the time, my beautiful little fairy.”
The huskiness of Chance’s deep voice surprised Pebin, as did the words. They sounded so sincere. Pebin blinked away the tears as he threw himself on the tall, muscular male. “Oh, you love me!” he cried, certain of the other male’s emotions.
Chance’s skin took on a deep red hue, but he didn’t deny Pebin’s claim. In fact, he confirmed it with a nod. Pebin wouldn’t ask for more at that moment. He was lifted so he could wrap his legs around Chance’s waist. A moan escaped him as one of Chance’s fingers began to rim his puckered hole, teasing him so that pre-cum began to leak from the tip of his aching dick.
“Do it! Do it! Do it!” Pebin begged. He released one hand from where it had been locked together with his other behind Chance’s neck, so he could play with Chance’s nipple. Well, he played with his, too. Plucking at the puckered flesh, he had them both moaning for more. Chance pushed his finger into Pebin’s ass. His body shook with pleasure. They would have to get the lube soon, but for now his pleasure was like a steadily growing fire. The more fuel that was added, the more intense it became. “That’s it. I love when you play with me.”
“You’re like my little sex toy,” Chance told him as he leaned in to nibble on the side of Pebin’s neck. Need shot through him. The werewolf had yet to give him the mating bite, the one that would bind them together for eternity. It would happen eventually. Pebin was learning that Chance reacted better when demands weren’t made upon him. “I can do all sorts of things with you.” Pebin nodded. The male was crude and rude. He loved it. Chance proved it. “Get up on the bed. I want to eat your asshole.”
Yep, crude and rude. That was Chance. He was also bold in a way that never failed to send Pebin over the edge and into blissful oblivion. Pebin unwound his legs and dropped down to land on the floor. Then he went to the bed, where he got on all fours, his legs sticking out over the edge of the mattress as he offered his ass to his mate. He lowered his shoulders and spread his legs wide, displaying himself to the other male. It made him feel deliciously naughty.
Chance’s large hands gripped the mounds of his ass and spread them apart, exposing him completely. Although Pebin knew what Chance was about to do, he still squeaked in surprise when Chance’s tongue stroked over his puckered flesh, teasing, tormenting, and lavishing attention upon it, until Pebin was pushing back, silently begging for more. That was when the point of Chance’s tongue pierced him, pushing past the ring of guarding muscles, until he was able to explore slightly beyond. As he did so, Pebin’s body relaxed as he luxuriated in the erotic attention his mate was giving him.
Chance’s large, callused hand cupped Pebin’s tightening balls, giving them a squeeze before tugging them gently. Pebin knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. Taking deep breaths and exhaling didn’t help with his control. He would soon blow. Reaching beneath his body, he caught hold of his cock, pressing the base, and hoping for the best as Chance licked, sucked, and nibbled Pebin until he believed he would go mad.
Pebin inhaled sharply when Chance slid a finger into his hole and proceeded to slide it in and out. Then there were two, and his control began to slip away. When Chance found his happy place, Pebin shouted and came, thoughts of holding on any longer blown away by a shocking spasm of electricity taking hold of his body.
With no hesitation whatsoever, Pebin rocked back and forth. Now that he was mated, he saw nothing wrong with being bold about what he wanted from his mates. And at this moment, he wanted Chance’s tongue as deep in his ass as it could get. It didn’t matter in the least that he’d just come, shooting his load all over the sheets beneath him. Nope, it didn’t matter at all.
A scream of pleasure was ripped from his throat when the werewolf’s tongue pushed into his throbbing hole, giving Pebin the naughty pleasure he craved.
Then Chance straightened and moved behind him. Pebin heard the click of the cap on the bottle of lube. His wet skin was chilled by the air as it moved between them. A groan of satisfaction escaped Pebin as he felt the fat head of Chance’s pressed against his hole. With his pulse racing, Pebin was far beyond needing to be fucked. There was hope that Chance would take the opportunity to finally complete the mating between them. He believed it would go a long way to help getting rid of all the bad blood between them. Once they were mate
s, there was no going back.
The long, thick dick was worked in slowly by Chance. It was obvious that he didn’t want to hurt Pebin by taking him too quickly. Pebin groaned, his fingers curling into the messy bedcovers.
He sucked in a breath when Chance bottomed out, his pelvis flush against Pebin’s ass, and his heavy balls slapped against Pebin’s. His hole was stretched to the limits. It took a few seconds for the burn to ease. Letting out a long breath helped, as he forced himself to relax. Then he pushed back slightly, letting Chance know he could move now.
Chance took hold of his hips and began sliding in and out of his ass. Pebin listened to the other male’s rough breathing. It became rougher, the longer Chance pumped his hips, giving Pebin a pounding neither Larson nor Cain never were willing to give him. The vampire and bear shifter seemed to believe Pebin was fragile. Just the thought made him snort.
“That’s it. Fuck me good!”
“Baby, I’m just getting started,” Chance told him, his deep voice little more than a fierce whisper. It sent an extra thrill through Pebin. “Hold on for a wild ride.”
“I’m ready. Do it!”
The tips of Chance’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of his hips. Skin slapped together, the sound loud in the room. The scent of their arousal, as well as that of sweat, filled his nostrils. Pebin reached again for his cock. He had revived quickly. The flesh was hard and throbbing, and he felt a desperate need to come building again. Stroking, his fingers tight, Pebin whimpered as Chance continued to pound into him, while Pebin matched his rhythm perfectly.
“Your pretty little asshole is so tight around my dick,” Chance shared with him. Pebin could barely understand the words. His brain was nearly fried. But he nodded and jacked his own dick faster. “I’m going to fill it with spunk.”
“Do it! Do it!” The cry escaped him as his cum shot from his dick, his balls pulling close to his body as they emptied. His asshole clenched around Chance’s rigid shaft, making it nearly impossible for him to move. Then his mate was filling his dark channel with hot cum. As he did so, sharp fangs sank into his shoulder, finally completing their mating. His heart filled with the beauty of the moment. However, he couldn’t resist teasing Chance as he withdrew his fangs. “Oh, yeah! Now I’m feeling the magic!”
