Trust [The Angel Pack 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)

by Maggie Walsh

  “What happened, brother?” Micah asked in concern as he led Dante to a chair.

  “I can’t stay. I have to go quickly,” Dante said breathlessly. “I have to warn my father. They’re going after the council,” Dante said and looked at Micah. “Take care of them, brother. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said and then disseminated.

  Micha ran to Sebastian who was sitting on the floor with Noah in his lap as they stared down at Storm’s lifeless body. He knelt down and touched his shoulder. “Bastian?” He didn’t get anything from him, so Micah gently shook him. “Bastian, what happened?” Bastian slowly raised his eyes to Micah’s. His eyes were lost and full of sorrow. He blinked and focused on Micah.

  “They attacked while we were having Thanksgiving dinner. Storm got a call from the Sacramento pack that they were under attack. Then another call came from the pack to the north. The one in Oregon that wouldn’t help us. They were calling for aid. They were under attack, too. Storm ran off to go check on other packs and prides. But just as he left the room the windows burst in and hordes of rogues poured into the room. We tried to fight them off but there was too many of them. I yelled for Noah to get out of there. He opened one of those portals but then he came back, dragging Storm. We were getting our asses kicked. They were so fucking strong and fast, Micah. I never saw anything like it. Noah screamed for us to come to him. Those of us still alive got to him and he brought us here to you. They’re all dead, Micah. The rest of the pride. Dante’s other men. They’re all dead,” Bastian explained in a far-off voice. Micah looked up as Jesse touched his shoulder and then knelt beside him.

  “Noah, sweetie,” Jesse whispered. Noah turned a tear-streaked face toward Jesse and then fresh tears started to come.

  “I tried, Jesse,” he cried. Jesse reached over and hugged him. Noah fell into Jesse’s embrace and cried against his chest.

  “I know you did, Noah. I know you did the best that you could. It’s going to be okay,” he whispered softly as he tenderly stroked Noah’s back in comfort.

  “My god! What’s happened?” Aaron said from the doorway as he stepped back into the room. He spotted his brother on the floor and ran to him. “Storm?” He dropped to his knees and shook him. “Storm? Wake up you fucking butthead. Don’t you dare die on me,” he choked out on a cry. Raith went to him and wrapped an arm around his chest from behind. Aaron cried as he leaned over his brother.

  “Don’t call me butthead, pain in the ass,” Storm whispered. Aaron flinched up and looked at his brother. His eyes were little slits, but he was alive.

  “Stormy?” Noah cried and dove toward him, throwing his body over him.

  “Umph.” A breath rushed out of Storm as Noah landed on him. Then he lifted an arm and wrapped it around Noah. “Hey, beautiful. Thanks for popping us out of there,” he said with a weak smile. “Beauty? Where’s Beauty?” he asked in a panic.

  Bastian grabbed his hand and leaned over him, so Storm could see him. “I’m here, baby. I’m right here,” he said as he brought Storm’s hand up to his lips and kissed it.

  “They were attacking covens, packs and prides all over the country at the same time, Micah. How are you all safe? I thought for sure they would come after you, too,” Nicco asked.

  Micah looked at Jesse in awe, and then he shifted his gaze to Ryland and then Taylor. If Dale hadn’t come to them, and Jesse didn’t suggest the protection spell, then they would have been attacked, too. Everyone would have been at the table enjoying Thanksgiving instead of patrolling. Micah looked around the room at all the faces and realized that the war of the paranormals had started. Just as Ryland had said the prophecy spoke of. And they weren’t anywhere near prepared.

  * * * *

  Raith, Aaron, and Rory walked into the club and headed for the locker room. Raith opened the locker he owned with his membership as Aaron and Rory started to undress. Raith was dressed in black leather pants, a tight black T-shirt that clung to every bump and curve, and the black combat boots that both his mates loved so much. He leaned a shoulder on a nearby locker and crossed his arms over his chest as he watched his mates.

  When they were done undressing they both folded their clothes and placed them in the locker. They both stepped away from the locker and looked to Raith. He raked his eyes over both their gorgeous bodies. Aaron was wearing black boy shorts and nothing else. His hair was starting to get a little longer but he had his red and golden locks spiked on top. He wore black kohl liner around his eyes which made his golden eyes pop and lip gloss on his lips, making them shine. Rory wore electric blue boy shorts and nothing else. His pin-straight, shoulder-length jet-black hair hung down framing his face and making him look angelic. He wore blue liner around his eyes, which made his light-blue eyes appear deeper, and a pale-pink gloss on his lips that made them look pouty.

  “Damn I’m a lucky bastard,” Raith said with a smile. He straightened up and pulled a box out of the duffle he had carried in. He stood in front of Aaron and opened the small box. Aaron watched as he pulled out a brown band that was about an inch in width. Raith handed to box to Aaron. “Hold this, boy.” Shivers of anticipation raced through Aaron’s body at the use of the word. “Lower your head,” Raith commanded. Aaron lowered his head and Raith wrapped the brown collar around his neck, fastening the latch in the back and locking it. He softly ran his fingers against the soft leather and down Aaron’s neck. Aaron shivered at the contact. Raith ran his finger under Aaron’s chin and lifted his face up to meet his eyes. Aaron’s eyes met Raith’s and he smiled. Raith ran his thumb lightly across Aaron’s bottom lip, then leaned in and kissed his softly. “Beautiful,” Raith said as he pulled back.

  Raith shifted his eyes to Rory who stood there with his hands clasped in front of himself as he watched his mates’ loving exchange. Raith took the box from Aaron’s hands and stepped in front of Rory. He opened the box and pulled out an identical collar to Aaron’s except this one was black leather. He placed the box in the locker and turned back to Rory. “Are you sure, baby boy?” Raith asked gently.

  Rory nodded his head enthusiastically. “Yes, Sir. I’m sure.”

  Raith smiled at his mate. “Lower your head, boy,” he said. Rory lowered his head and Raith fastened the collar around his neck and locked it. Again, he ran his fingers over the soft leather and around to Rory’s chin, lifting his face. Rory’s eyes met his and they were rimmed with tears. “What is it, baby boy?”

  “I wish my parents could have met the two of you. I know they would have loved you both as much as I do. I wish we could find the cat that Tom spoke of, so that I could see if he was telling the truth and I have a familiar and powers. But mostly, I’m just so happy, Sir. I know my collar shows everyone that I belong to you, but I belong to you and Aaron. I never thought I would ever find love again, or a family again, and you have both given me both of those things. I love you both so much,” Rory said as a happy sob escaped. Raith smiled at him and leaned in, giving him a soft kiss. Raith pulled back and Aaron leaned in and kissed Rory as well. Raith looked at his mates in awe. He never imagined he would ever have one boy of his own and now he had two. And they were both so sexy and they were both his. He looked to Aaron. “Are you sure you want this tonight, sweetheart?”

  Aaron gave him a smile. “Yes, mate. Thank you. I know after last night’s surprise guests and all the new people now living at the house and all the patching up I had to do, is a lot to take in, but now I need this more than ever. My old pride is gone. My brother and his mates are safe and with us now. My parents, thank gods were away on vacation at the time of the attack, so they’re safe, but a war has started and I feel a little out of control and lost. So yes, I need this, Raith.”

  Raith cupped his cheek. “Okay, sweetheart.” Raith gave them each another quick kiss and then pulled back. He placed a gold chain with two keys around his neck and closed his locker. He then turned toward the door. He held his elbows out and they each wrapped an arm through and snuggled against him.

 
They walked across the club arm in arm as heads turned to look at the trio. Raith walked with his head held high and proud as he showed off his two boys. He nodded at a few people he knew as he passed by. Aaron and Rory walked at his side with their heads held high and their eyes lowered in a submissive gesture. He escorted them to a table and released their arms, sitting down. He grabbed two pillows from the floor and spread his legs. He placed the pillows side by side on the floor between his spread legs. “Kneel,” he commanded.

  Aaron and Rory both gracefully lowered themselves to the pillows as they knelt at his feet. “Rest,” he commanded, and they both laid their heads on his thighs.

  Aaron and Rory faced each other and smiled as they both rested their cheeks against their Sir’s muscled thighs. “You may,” Raith said from above them. They followed their Sir’s command and leaned in to kiss each other. Aaron slowly slid his tongue into Rory’s mouth and swirled it around his tongue. Rory whimpered as he met Aaron’s tongue thrust for thrust. Raith laid his hands on their heads as they kissed and ran his fingers through their hair. “So beautiful,” Raith whispered. They smiled against each other’s lips and pulled back, resting their heads on Raith’s thighs once more. They both closed their eyes and sighed contently.

  Raith continued to run his fingers through both his boys’ hair as he gazed down at them lovingly. He couldn’t wait to get them into his private room so he could ravish them. His mind wandered to the events that were taking place. Even though life was uncertain and scary right now, he knew everything would work out. He was happier than he had ever been. For the first time in his life he felt truly loved. He had his two beautiful boys, his mates. He trusted them to protect his heart as they trusted him. Together the three of them would love each other and give each other whatever they each needed.

  THE END

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  Maggie Walsh is a married mother of four, who was born and raised on Long Island, but now lives in the beautiful Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania.

  You can usually find Maggie running her kids around, buying lots of books on Amazon, sketching, or sitting with her laptop creating new gorgeous men to write about.

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