by Maggie Walsh
“Come on, baby. I want to feel you inside me as I slide into Shay,” Castiel panted.
Kia shook his head, coming out of his thoughts, and focused on the moment. Even though he was shocked, he could hear it in Castiel’s voice that he wanted this, and Kia was surprised at the realization that he did, too.
Kia pressed his slick fingers against Cass’s puckered hole again, and pushed one in past the outer ring, sliding it in completely. The moan Castiel released was so damn deep and sexy, Kia almost came just from the sound. Slowly he thrust the finger in and out a few times before adding a second, then started to lick and nibble all the sexy muscles across Castiel’s back.
Kia wanted to cover his mate in licks and kisses. He lost himself in the taste of Castiel’s skin, the sounds of the three of them panting and moaning, and the feel of Castiel’s hot channel gripping his fingers. After Kia had three fingers moving in and out of his mate without any resistance, he knew Castiel was ready. He pulled his fingers free and wrapped his hand around his hard, leaking cock, using the slick that was left on his hand to coat his shaft.
“Now, baby,” Cass demanded gently.
Kia watched as Shay’s head dropped back against the tiles behind him and his mouth opened with an almost silent cry. Castiel thrust his hips forward and Kia knew his big mate had just impaled Shay. Kia looked down at Castiel’s ass, and those muscled cheeks were flexed and tight. Kia was smaller than his mate and wondered how he was going to breach him.
He shouldn’t have worried. It was as if Castiel had read his mind. Castiel gripped Shay tight and spun them, then placed Shay on the edge of the tiled bench against the other wall. Shay lay back and arched his back up as he cried out his pleasure. Castiel looked back at him again. “Come on, baby, join us.”
Cass leaned forward, lying over Shay as Kia stepped closer. He grabbed the base of his cock and angled the head toward his mate. Kia’s breath hitched and his hand shook. Suddenly he found himself so nervous he thought he might throw up. But then Castiel’s next words eased some of his nerves. “You feel so fucking good, Shay. I can’t wait to feel Kia inside me so that we’ll all be joined together.”
Kia slid the tip between those furry cheeks, and ran it up and down the crease a few times, then stopped at the puckered hole, pressing forward. “Shit!” Kia cursed loudly in surprise. He had expected more resistance from Castiel’s body and thought he would go slow, but as he pressed forward he immediately popped through the guarding muscle and slid fully inside Castiel in one swift move, until his balls slapped against Castiel’s heavy sac. Kia had to grab his mate’s hips to steady himself.
“Fuck, yes,” Castiel hissed between clenched teeth, then pushed back against Kia and swiveled his hips.
“Shit!” Kia yelled, gripping Castiel tighter. His mate’s channel wrapped around his cock was better than he could have ever imagined. The heat of Castiel alone threatened his control. Kia had to clench his jaw and take a deep breath, trying to stave off his orgasm.
“Does our big mate feel good, Kia?” Shay asked on a moan.
“Yes,” he hissed breathlessly.
“Shit. You must feel fantastic around Kia’s cock to make him sound like that, Castiel. I can’t wait until I get inside you.”
“Oh gods, baby, yes. I want to feel you inside me. Oh, just the thought of you both inside me at the same time is pushing me to my limit,” Castiel groaned.
“Mmm, that sounds heavenly. I can’t wait to do that,” Shay agreed.
If they didn’t stop putting those visuals in his head, Kia wasn’t going to last but a few seconds. He held on tight to Castiel’s hips, then slid back until just the head remained, then slammed back in, feeling Castiel’s inner muscles relax and flex around him, welcoming him in. He pressed his pelvis against Castiel and rocked his hips from side to side, then ground into him in slow circles. The feeling was so delicious.
“Oh fuck, Kia. So damn good,” Castiel moaned.
Kia pulled back and started a steady pace, swiveling his hips with every other in-stroke. Castiel began writhing and mewling under him. It was a heady feeling. He was making his big, strong warrior of a mate make those sounds.
Castiel slammed back against him, then pulled away, and he realized Castiel was out of his mind with lust. Castiel began rutting against Shay, causing him to moan and whine. Small whimpers fell from his lips and Shay gripped Castiel’s shoulders tight, digging his nails into flesh.
Kia’s balls pulled up tight against his body and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He remained still and let Castiel fuck both him and Shay. As Castiel thrust forward he impaled Shay, and as he pulled back, he impaled himself on Kia’s cock. Castiel’s thrusts became erratic and Kia knew he was close, as well. He took a step forward, trapping Castiel between him and Shay, then he started pounding into Castiel’s silken cave.
“Fuck! Yes! Right there, baby. Right there,” Castiel cried out and Kia knew he had hit Castiel’s pleasure spot. He drove into his mate, pegging the spot again and causing Castiel to convulse below him. Castiel roared out his name and that was it for Kia. His orgasm slammed into him, and he shot his seed into Castiel’s body.
Chapter Ten
Gabriel lay motionless on the floor. Blood oozed from his nose and split lip. His face was bruised and swollen, and his body was curled into a tight ball. He stood over Gabe, His fists clenched and chest heaving with heavy breaths. His eyes glowed with fury as his jaw tightened.
A small painful moan came from Gabriel and He raised his booted foot, ready to strike.
“As much as you would like to, Father, you can’t kill him. Uncle Raphael would find out.”
“This pathetic piece of wasted life is of my creation. I brought him into this world and I will take him out if I wish. Raphael and his pansy ways and gay sons can go to hell with him for all I care. Let him come here and try to stop me and I will take him out myself, then finally get control of this pack,” He seethed.
“If you kill Uncle Raphael it will only make that bastard Micah become alpha sooner. Grandfather made sure of that before he died. You are never to have control of this pack,” the other voice reminded Him.
“I will get rid of them both, then you, my son, will be the rightful alpha.”
“So, what should we do with this piece of trash?”
“I don’t care what you do with him. Just keep him out of my fucking sight,” He sneered, then turned.
Castiel gasped, then held his breath as he saw his father’s face. Lucius looked almost demonic from the rage that twisted it. His knuckles were covered in blood and some was splattered over his pants and shirt. Lucius stormed to the door, then turned back and looked at Gabriel’s prone form, his face contorted in disgust.
“See him,” a voice came from beside him and Castiel flinched from his sudden appearance.
“Who are you?” Cass asked in a frightened voice.
“You know who I am, mate. Come to me as I know you,” Kia instructed and placed a hand on Cass’s shoulder.
Suddenly Cass’s body began to grow and he was no longer the small child who was huddling in the corner, hiding behind the chair. He was now a man, an enforcer, standing next to his beautiful mate in his old house back in his birth pack. “You can’t be here, sweet pea. It’s too dangerous. If he sees you he will kill you,” Castiel cried in a panic as he grabbed Kia’s hands.
“He cannot see me, Castiel, nor you. But you need to see.”
“See what?”
“See Him,” Kia said forcefully.
“I don’t know what you mean. My father? Lucius? Is that who I am supposed to see?”
“Look.”
Cass looked back to the scene before him.
Lucius was still standing in the doorway glaring at Gabe. “You deal with him. I need to go deal with your whore mother.” Lucius turned and disappeared from sight.
Cass could hear his retreating boots as they clomped against the wood floor, then started to climb the stairs to the second flo
or.
“You need to see this through the eyes of an adult, not the terrified child, so see him,” Kia repeated. Cass looked back at the room, but Gabriel was no longer there.
Cass as a young boy was sitting on the floor, a knife in one hand and a stick of wood in the other, as he shaved the wood. His father was standing over him, running his fingers gently through young Castiel’s hair, his eyes staring at Cass’s head absently. A noise came from the hallway and Lucius jumped back, pulling his hand away. Gabriel walked into the room happily but stopped when his gaze landed on Lucius. His eyes went wide and his face paled. Lucius sneered at him in disgust, then turned and left the room.
Gabriel’s wide eyes watched Lucius leave. He stood there frozen until the front door opened, then slammed closed, echoing throughout the house. Gabriel’s shoulders relaxed and he let out a heavy breath, then turned and walked over to Cass.
“Hey, Cass, want to play with me?” Gabe asked shyly. He looked so uncomfortable.
“I don’t have time right now, Gabe. Why don’t you go play with your dolls or something?” young Cass responded in annoyance.
Gabe’s shoulders slumped and a sad look crossed his face as tears welled in his eyes. He looked crushed as he turned to walk away.
“Wait, Gabe,” young Cass called out. Gabe stopped but didn’t turn around.
“Gabe, you know I can’t play with you right now. Father expects me to train and if he catches me with you, he’ll beat me.”
“I understand, Castiel. It’s okay,” Gabe replied, his voice sounding defeated. He walked away, leaving the room.
“Very nice, baby brother,” Michael said from the doorway where he was leaning against the frame. He straightened and walked into the room, clapping his hands slowly. “I didn’t think you had it in you, but you’ll be just like me and Father very soon if you keep that up.”
“Why?” young Castiel asked, his voice shaking slightly.
“Why what?” Michael asked as he sat on the sofa behind Cass.
“Why are we so mean to Gabriel? He doesn’t do anything wrong.”
“Because he’s not like us. He’s weak. And in this world, only the strong survive. He doesn’t belong in this family. He has no spine, no balls.”
“What do you mean he’s not like us? He’s our brother.”
“Only because that whore upstairs says so. Father believes she lay with another, and Gabriel is the bastard child of that betrayal,” Michael sneered.
“Then who is his father?” Young Castiel turned to fully face Michael.
Michael gave him an evil smirk. “Father believes Gabriel belongs to that pathetic cousin of ours, Micah.”
Young Castiel’s eyes went wide. “He belongs to Micah?”
“I don’t know for sure, but Father believes it. Our mother is a whore and will lay with any man.”
“But Father is always yelling about Micah not being a man because he thinks Micah likes boys. So, if he likes boys, then why did he lay with Mama? She’s not a boy.”
“Because Uncle and Micah will do whatever they have to do to destroy Father. Uncle Raphael has always been mean to Father their whole lives, trying to always out-do Father, and make Father look bad.”
“See him, Castiel,” Kia whispered from beside him.
“What do you mean see him? You keep saying that,” Cass argued in frustration.
“See him,” Kia insisted and tilted his head.
Cass spun to the left and found Gabe hiding behind the wall in the doorway. His head poking around the edge and his eyes wide. “Gabe,” Cass gasped.
“Fuck! What are you doing there, sneaking around, you little useless shit? Now I have to tell Father,” Michael sneered and Castiel looked to see what Michael was doing. His oldest brother was facing the door, fury raging in his eyes, as he looked at Gabe.
“I thought you said they couldn’t see us? Can they hear us?” Castiel asked in a panic.
“No, they cannot see or hear us. They have no idea of our presence.”
“No, Michael, wait! Don’t tell Father. Just leave Gabe be. He won’t say anything. He never says anything,” young Cass yelled and scrambled to his feet.
“Too late. He heard it and now he will run to Uncle and tell him. Then it will destroy Father’s plans,” Michael answered.
“But you just said you didn’t think what Father says about Gabe being Micah’s son is true,” young Castiel replied in a panic.
“I don’t. There is no way Micah would have fucked that bitch we call a mother. But Father thinks it’s true and he needs it to destroy Uncle Raphael. So, you will keep your fucking mouth shut. And I will make this little prick stay if I have to tie him up, gag him, and lock him in a closet.”
Young Cass grabbed Michael’s arm and pulled him back. “No! Please, don’t hurt him!”
“Get off me you little shit before I beat you instead,” Michael threatened as he tried to shake Cass off him.
Cass held on tight and started kicking and thrashing against Michael’s hold. Michael grabbed him around the throat and squeezed. Cass released his hold on Michael’s arm and Michael held him out, his feet dangling as his fingers tried desperately to claw Michael’s hand away from his throat.
Michael tossed him across the room and Cass slammed into the wall. The air rushed out of him with a grunt and he slid to the floor, coughing and panting, trying to catch his breath. Michael stomped across the room, heading for Cass, his eyes crazy with anger.
“No, you son of a bitch! Don’t you touch him!” Cass screamed and ran toward Michael. He threw a punch, but it went right through him.
Suddenly a vase came into view, raised high, and came crashing down on Michael’s head. He stumbled, then dropped to the floor.
Cass looked down and found young Gabe standing there, his eyes wide in shock and fear.
Young Cass climbed to his feet and moved to stand next to Gabe as they both stared at Michael’s unconscious form. Young Cass swayed on his feet and Gabe caught him, wrapping an arm around Castiel’s waist and helped him from the room, heading up the stairs.
Kia grabbed his arm and all of a sudden, the scene changed. They were standing in his old bedroom.
His younger self was sitting on the edge of the bed with Gabe sitting beside him, a bowl of water in his lap and a rag in his hands. He dipped the rag in the water, then wrung it out and touched it to young Cass’s face, wiping away a small amount of blood.
The door burst open and their father stormed in. “What the hell happened to your brother?” Lucius demanded.
“Michael was beating on Cass―”
“Not him—Michael! And I wasn’t talking to you, you little bastard. What happened to Michael, Castiel? Tell me now!”
“Cass and I were roughhousing and Michael found us. I accidentally tripped and fell into Michael, pushing him down, then the vase fell on his head,” Gabe rushed to answer.
“You’re lying to me, you little shit. And didn’t I just tell you I wasn’t asking you? Now shut the hell up!” Lucius snarled and backhanded Gabe, sending him flying across the room. The water spilled everywhere as the bowl hit the floor.
Young Cass jumped to his feet. “It was my fault, Father. Gabe came in and wanted to go out and play. I told him I couldn’t because I had to train. He wouldn’t listen so I punched him. Michael came in and wanted to know what was going on. But I meant to hit Gabe with the vase, not Michael. I guess I hit him too hard.”
Lucius’s eyes filled with rage as his teeth clenched. “Now I know you’re lying. There is no way you got one over on Michael. Now you’re teaching him how to lie for you?” Lucius turned toward Gabe, screaming. He grabbed Gabe by his hair and started punching him in the stomach and head. After a few blows, Gabe’s body went lax.
“See the truth,” Kia whispered. Once again, the scene morphed and swirled, changing. They were still standing in Cass’s room, but the young him and Gabe lay on the bed, both unconscious. Gabe’s face was badly bruised, but Cass only had a small
bruise from earlier.
“Did the spell work, Father?” Michael asked. He and Lucius both stood beside the bed, looking down on them.
“Yes. Neither of them will remember anything. We will never discuss my brother or my shit nephew where Castiel can hear us again. I can’t afford for him to slip again and tell Gabe who his true father is,” Lucius answered. Castiel could see Michael roll his eyes in exasperation.
“The prophet says we need to keep them apart. We need for them to hate each other, not bond. I will keep my eye on Gabriel. Castiel is now your job. Make sure he stays away from Gabriel,” Lucius ordered.
“By any means, Father?” Michael asked with a mischievous grin.
Lucius turned his head, looking at Michael. “Yes. But you keep that demon of yours at bay.”
“Of course, Father. I would never do anything to upset your plans.”
Lucius reached up and touched Michael’s cheek. “At least I have you, my son. The only one who is turning out to be a real man, like your father. If we follow what the prophet says, this pack will be ours one day,” Lucius answered, then turned and left.
Michael looked down at the two unconscious forms in the bed. “You hear him, boys? Well, you didn’t really. But your ass is mine now, Castiel, and you will obey me. I will make Father proud and make a man out of you, not a pathetic loser like Gabby there,” Michael sneered.
Michael rubbed his lower stomach as he gazed down on Cass and Gabe. “Someday, boys. Someday.”
* * * *
“No!” Cass screamed as he jolted up from the bed. His body was covered in sweat and he was panting heavily. The bedroom door flew open as men ran in. Cass was terrified. His heart was racing and his gaze was darting around the room frantically.
“Cass, what is it? What’s wrong?” Gabriel rushed to the bed, stopping at the foot. Taylor, Micah, Jesse, Raith, Christian, and Raffy were right behind him.
