by Lynn Stark
Deep, rich laughter erupted as Chance’s body jerked one last time against his. “Idiot.”
With his arm around Pebin’s waist, Chance moved them both further up on the bed without separating their bodies. They collapsed together, Pebin snuggled back against Chance’s big, sweaty body. The scent of their sexual activities was thick in the air, imprinting on him. He knew it was something he would never forget.
Relaxing with a dick in his ass. Just the way he liked it.
“I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot now. Forever. Get used to it, buddy.”
“Okay. I’m sure there’ll be plenty of time for regrets over the next few centuries.”
Giggling, Pebin closed his eyes. A short nap before he made supper was just what he needed. He fell asleep to the sound of Chance’s snores behind him.
* * * *
Cain smiled as he closed the door to the bedroom, hoping he didn’t disturb the pair on the bed. No one had been expecting him home today. It was a surprise for his mates. He knew they hated to be apart, and it was something he was working on. His brother had accepted the position as the leader of the coven. Now they were in the process of transitioning, so Nicholas would be as prepared as possible. Cain had confidence in his brother. It wouldn’t be long before he could live with his mates on the farm, something he was looking forward to doing. His mates told him that he would have to take up a hobby, to keep himself occupied. That wasn’t a bad idea. Now all he had to do was think of something he might want to do, during all of his free time. Other than make love with his mates, of course.
As Cain went downstairs, he didn’t fail to notice that there were some things missing from the house. He frowned as he went from room to room, finally stopping to stare at the place on the sofa table, where he’d just left the keys to his car.
Making a sound of anger, Cain began to search around the table and beneath it, hoping they had only slid off. But with so many things missing from the house, from paintings to the umbrella stand Pebin had painted gold and applied amber and turquoise stones to, he wasn’t holding out any hope to find them.
“Why are you crawling around on the floor?”
Cain didn’t answer Larson until he’d straightened. He brushed off the knees of his slacks. “I wasn’t crawling,” he replied with as much dignity as he could.
“Well, not technically. What are you looking for?”
“My keys. They’ve gone missing, along with several other things from the house.” Cain told him what items he’d noticed that were gone. “You might want to look around, to see if there’s anything else.”
Larson nodded as he frowned. He didn’t look any happier than Cain. Theft was practically unheard of on the farm. Of course, it could be someone else, a non-resident, coming in to steal. It wasn’t a pleasant possibility. The farm was a sanctuary from all sorts of things, including having to deal with scum like thieves. Cain had no use for them.
“I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad one, but those rocks Pebin painted and stacked on the hearth are gone. Now why would anyone want those?”
An outraged voice reached them from the stairs. “That’s a rotten thing to say about my art!”
Cain winced and threw Larson a glance that told him he better think fast. None of them liked when Pebin was pissed off. Despite being completely loveable, his hissy fits were legendary. They turned to see him standing on the stairs, his small hands curling over the banister. Hurt was plain on his adorable face. Seeing it made Cain’s heart ache. He needed to kick Larson’s ass for putting the expression there in the first place.
Larson held up his hands. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded, sweetheart. All I meant was that you created that art piece specifically for our home. It would look out of place anywhere else.”
Pebin snorted. “Smooth,” he said as he bounced down the remaining steps. He stopped dead and stared. Cain realized that the umbrella stand was missing. “Seriously? When did that disappear? It was still here when I went upstairs.”
“It appears as though we will need to begin locking the doors and windows, even when we’re here.”
Cain was pissed. He needed to make a call to Ian, to let him know that there was a thief on the farm. The clan’s leader would take the appropriate measures to protect the residents. No one wanted to encounter someone in their home. It could turn dangerous. Children and mates had to be protected, at all costs.
He felt as if he’d been violated. And Pebin appeared crushed. The fairy was working hard to give their house a personal touch. When Cain had arrived home, his breath had been stolen away when he saw the beauty of the house, the garlands of colorful, painted flowers decorating it. Then there were the things like the stack of rocks, the umbrella stand, and the mirrors in the bathrooms. Yes, his mate put his heart and soul into everything he did, as he prepared their home for their soon-to-be increasing family.
There was no outward sign that Pebin was carrying Cain’s child, but it was there. In approximately four months, they would be welcoming their child. Although Chance and Larson claimed that they weren’t completely ready for fatherhood, Cain knew they would both be great fathers. Both males had love to share. It wouldn’t be long after their child was born that their confidence would increase. Once they could hold the baby, they would know that they were meant to be fathers.
“I’m going to look outside,” Larson announced. “Where’s Chance?”
Pebin grinned smugly. “Recovering.”
Laughing, Larson headed for the front door. “I hope I get a chance to recover later.”
“I’ll check my schedule, to see if I can fit you in.”
With the mood lightened, they each went their own way, looking to see if there were more missing items and if they could locate anything that had been taken. Cain took his phone out of his pocket and called Ian. Their conversation was brief. As Cain thought, Ian was far from happy. The clan leader shared that there had been several other reports of small items stolen from others on the farm and in town. Like Cain, Ian couldn’t understand why some things had been taken. It just didn’t make any sense.
Chance was up, awake, and as incredulous as the rest of them, as he learned about the thefts. Before that, however, he’d greeted Cain, taking him into strong arms and kissing him deeply. Cain was falling in love with the three mates, but there was something about this wounded male that called the strongest to him. Chance needed to heal. The healing had begun, but it would be a slow process.
When he pulled back, Chance looked around with a scowl on his face. “I don’t like it, the idea of someone coming into our home. Pebin was here alone part of the time. They obviously have no fear, when they came in when I was here.”
“That makes them dangerous.”
It did. Being so bold to do so.
Cain feared for his mates’ safety. It wasn’t only their smallest mate which brought out his protectiveness. It might have been extreme, but he wanted to gut the ones responsible for putting the glimmer of fear in Pebin’s beautiful green eyes. The fairy realm knew little of such things. The people were probably the most honest and peaceful of all beings. Pebin didn’t know how to process this kind of behavior by others.
“Can we go to the store and buy more locks?” Pebin asked, obviously finding a solution to their problem.
Cain nodded. “We certainly can. We will buy another for each door. One of those you have to unlock with your phone.”
A happy grin replaced the uncertain expression on Pebin’s face. “That’ll be cool. So only we can get into our house.”
It didn’t take long to go into New Vista and pick up new door locks. Installing them was another matter. As it happened, Chance did have some experience. They were certain to ask what tools they would need, before they left the hardware store. They included other basic tools to keep around the house, for future need.
Once the locks were installed, Larson programmed them. After that, the doors were locked and unlocked by Pebin, who was
ecstatic about having something new. Remembering his delight with the remote-controlled blinds, Cain gently removed Pebin’s phone from his hand and shook his head.
“The locks are to keep us safe, baby. Now that you’ve had your fun, you need to lock the doors.” Pebin’s lower lip poked out. Cain handed the phone back. “Let’s go make something to eat. I suspect someone still has ice cream in the freezer?”
Ice cream was also something new for Pebin. They’d had to purchase a small freezer just to hold the many flavors of ice cream he’d chosen.
“Lots of ice cream,” Pebin confirmed, licking his lips and rubbing his flat stomach. “Raspberry chocolate is my new favorite. But if you’re nice to me, I’ll share.”
Although it was summer, and the temperatures were still warm, they lit the logs in the fireplace and turned off the lights after supper. Pebin snuggled down between Cain and Larson. Chance was on the opposite end of the long sofa from Cain, but he had his arm extended across the back and his fingertips were touching Cain on the shoulder, making the connection between them.
Leading the vampires in his coven, guiding them, had been important to Cain. But this. This time spent quietly with his mates was the only thing worth giving up his past responsibilities for. He needed them as much as they needed him. Being with them on some remote farm in the mountains, was another thing that wasn’t any kind of hardship for him. Different, definitely different than the sophisticated life he’d lived. But Cain was going to look upon it as an adventure and leave it at that. He had excellent companions for it.
Cain slid his fingers beneath Pebin’s chin and tipped his head back. Pebin wiggled his eyebrows and gave him a rather wicked smile. Leaning down, Cain pressed a kiss to the soft, plump lips. The fairy had the most kissable lips. Pebin’s hand moved to the front of Cain’s slacks, rubbing over the zipper. It wasn’t long before his cock was hard, aching to be caressed by his diminutive mate. While he was attracted to both Chance and Larson, Cain had always had a fondness for twinks. Pebin fit the description perfectly.
Scrambling off the couch, Pebin got busy unbuckling and unzipping, soon releasing Cain’s cock from his slacks. “Mmm, yummy!” Pebin murmured. Poking out his tongue, he began licking at the head while holding the shaft still with his left hand.
Pebin kissed and licked the shiny skin covering the wide, mushroom-shaped head, the tip of his tongue teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath. Groaning, Cain slid his fingers into Pebin’s silky hair, holding his head gently between his hands.
The fairy’s moans were loud in the room. Although the male was small, everything about him seemed bigger than life. He didn’t hide what he was feeling and was willing to express himself loudly, whether he tasted one of his lovers, as he was doing now, or laughing at something he found amusing. It was refreshing to have a mate like Pebin. Cain felt blessed.
Larson and Chance were moving beside him on the sofa. Throwing a glance in their direction, he saw that the clothes were coming off and the two muscular, sexy men were revealing that they were both aroused to a fever pitch.
His attention was recaptured by Pebin as he parted his lips and stretched them over the head of Cain’s cock. He sucked on it like a candy, his tongue swirling around. Cain shivered as pleasure swept through him, watching as his mate determinedly worked his way down the shaft until the head hit the back of his throat. There were still a couple of inches to go. Pebin paused, taking a breath through his nose, and Cain knew he was relaxing so he could work the shaft into his throat. When he’d accomplished the feat, Pebin swallowed hard, the little devil. Electricity seemed to shoot through Cain as he came. Pebin gently held Cain’s clenching balls as he did so.
Panting, Cain collapsed back against the cushions, his energy draining away. “That was quite a welcome home,” he told Pebin, his voice hoarse.
The fairy male grinned and crawled up onto his lap to straddle it. He looped his slender arms around Cain’s neck.
“Well, I really missed you.”
“I really missed you, too.”
And he had. Being happy to be home with his mates had nothing to do with the hot blow job he’d just received, but everything to do with being back with them.
This was why Cain had been willing to give control of the coven to Nicholas. It was time for him to form bonds with his mates and create a family with them. Cain glanced down to Pebin’s flat stomach. The creation of children had already begun. Within a few months they would be celebrating the life of their first child.
With his arms wrapped around Pebin, Cain got to his feet. There were more comfortable places to do what he had in mind to do with his mates. He was unsurprised when Chance and Larson followed them up.
Not one of them heard the thieves outside the house, removing many of the decorations Pebin had placed in the yard, as they went upstairs to confirm their bonds.
Chapter Ten
The heat of lust was intense between them. Chance went straight to the bedside table for the necessities, and then threw Larson a condom and the lube before getting on the bed. Not only didn’t he want to waste any time, he still wasn’t ready to be knocked up. When he felt the time was right, he would discuss it with his mates. But they already had one baby on the way, and he figured that would help get him used to having one around the house. It was like dipping his toe into water to test the temperature, before immersing the rest of him in it. Besides, he didn’t know if he’d look all that great with a protruding stomach. He’d even heard of a few of the males able to get pregnant, also able to produce milk. Chance thought that might be a deal breaker right there.
Chance forgot about babies as he pulled his legs back and offered himself to Larson. Beside them, Cain was going down on Pebin, sucking the small male’s dick until he began thumping the mattress with his fists.
Larson pushed two slicked fingers in his ass, causing him to suck in a breath. The bite of pain was brief. The burn lasted slightly longer. He enjoyed both. Chance’s gaze moved over Larson. The bear shifter was handsome, in a rugged sort of way. His shoulders were broad, and his body was sculpted from head to toe. Yeah, the guy was among the sexiest Chance had ever encountered.
Not that he had encountered many sexy men during his time on the streets. If he had, they were people on the outside of his world, the ones walking blindly by, taking little if any notice of someone in dire need of help. Basically, humans sucked. Only a small percentage of the billions cared about their fellow man. One thing he’d learned since becoming a part of the paranormal world of shifters, elven, fae, and others, they took care of their own. It was the flip side of what the majority of humans offered their kind. Accepting him as one of their own, after he had been turned by the witch to try to kill them, was enough proof for him.
Now Chance was living a new life with his mates. It was practically perfect. Even the getting pregnant part wasn’t as traumatizing in his head as it once had been.
Startled when Pebin crawled over him, Chance laughed when the imp began sucking his dick and playing with his hole before Larson lined up his cock. Then Cain was there, locking their mouths together in a kiss that scorched Chance all the way to his toes. When Cain lifted his head, Chance grinned. Obviously his mates had put off playing together, in order to play with him as Larson fucked him. That was okay by him. Their sex life was amazing, and he doubted it would ever get boring. The way he’d understood it, his life was now extended to decades, if not centuries, longer than he would have lived as a human. With his mates to love, and to love him, Chance figured he could handle that.
Moaning as Larson pressed forward, his dick sinking into Chance’s tight, dark channel, he knew he wouldn’t last long. There were times when he was embarrassingly quick to reach his climax. He couldn’t help it, however. Not when he had three such incredibly luscious mates. They showed their love and desire for him in so many ways that his control was often tested.
As Larson began to pump in and out of his asshole, Pebin jacked his dick. Chance gr
owled and tried to take a few deep, hopefully calming breaths. Pebin giggled and moved his fist faster, his thumb grazing over the top of the head with each upward twist. Yeah, Chance was getting some payback for his past encounters with the fairy.
When Larson stilled, and Chance heard him groan, he opened his eyes to see Cain behind Larson. Larson shifted his legs, spreading them apart slightly. Then he was blowing out a breath. They stared at each other and Larson winked at Chance, as Cain pushed his dick into Larson’s ass. They had done it this way before, but it never failed to thrill Chance. It was like getting fucked by two men at once, something he also wanted to try. Could two dicks fit in his ass at the same time? It might sting a bit.
Chance’s body jerked hard as he came, the image in his head triggering his orgasm. His asshole tightened hard around Larson’s dick. The bear shifter could barely move inside his channel of clenching muscles. Then Larson was moving. Cain was moving. Chance’s half-soft dick began to refill with blood, delighting both him and Pebin. He was definitely ready for the second round and for Larson and Cain to catch up.
Panting, sweating, Chance took the double pounding like a champ. He released his legs and reached for his smallest mate, pulling Pebin down on his chest so he could kiss him until the fairy tried to stick his tongue down Chance’s throat.
It was all too much. Chance was in sensory overload. He came hard, but was pinned beneath two heavy mates. He groaned into Pebin’s mouth. The fairy’s fingers tightened around his dick as spunk spewed over his belly and chest. His asshole tightened around Larson’s thick flesh once again. Larson drove home, his heavy balls slapping against Chance’s ass. He thought he heard Cain’s shout of completion, but couldn’t be certain. His world had closed in on him. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart and his harsh breathing.
