Thankfully, someone had called for backup, so there was a Guard transport waiting in front of the building. The two scheming males were forced through the doors and handed over into the custody of armed Guards.
When the transport pulled away, Onalee leaned heavily on Conall, immensely glad that it was over.
CHAPTER 24
Brogan, Conall, Onalee, and the Guard team had barely exited the transport in front of the MacLeod house, before Oliver burst through the home’s front doors, followed by other members of the family.
The child flew down the front path, and straight up into the arms of his new mother. After a second of surprise, Onalee hugged the lad even more tightly, and had to blink back the tears that threatened to spill over.
Conall’s chest constricted with emotion as he watched the moment.
“We saw it on the news!” Oliver exclaimed once he was back on his own feet, oblivious to Onalee’s reaction to the embrace. “That was wicked, how you got him to confess! Was that man really going to blow up the whole building?”
“Aye, at least parts of it,” Conall answered.
“Then I’m glad you stopped him,” Oliver added.
“So are we,” Onalee agreed.
Oliver’s expression turned into one of contemplation as he looked at her. “Does it make you sad that your brother’s going to jail?”
She nodded. “Yes. But he chose to do something awful. We all make choices in life; he made the wrong ones.”
Oliver thought about that for a moment. “I don’t want to make bad choices.”
“You won’t,” Onalee told him. “You’re too smart for that.”
She ruffled his hair, and he switched his attention to Brogan.
“It was so wicked how you used those cuffs on him! Can I see them? How do they work? Can I try?”
Brogan chuckled. “Yes, I’ll show you later.”
Oliver was disappointed with that answer, so Brogan redirected him. “Did your grandmother make dinner?”
When Oliver nodded, Brogan added, “I can practically smell it from here. Let’s go in and have some.”
The whole family, and Brogan’s team, made their way inside and to the kitchen where, just as Brogan had surmised, dinner was waiting. Clare urged everyone into their seats, and served them a hearty stew from the largest pot in the kitchen. She’d definitely expected company.
The mood was upbeat, and a part of Conall felt strange to be celebrating. The cure had been found—which was amazing news—but Onalee had lost something vital: she’d lost her brother, for all intents and purposes. There was no way Forkan would ever be a free man again. Still, Conall could see her trying her best to enjoy the companionable mood at the dinner table.
He looked around at those seated: his parents, his sister and Reus, Aevum and Karo, Iliona, Rebus, Anders, Oset, and his own small, new family.
Oliver was seated between Onalee and Brogan, nearly vibrating with energy and questions. He seemed to take their mating in stride, just like every other change that’d come his way the past several months. If anything, he seemed thrilled to have an additional set of parents.
It was safe to assume that he’d change his mind about that the first time he acted out and had to be reprimanded by three adults. Although, it wasn’t much different than it had been: Oliver was used to his entire family having a hand in raising him.
The more the merrier, Conall thought. Raising children was tough business.
It wasn’t long before everyone was finished, the dishes were washed, Oliver was settled into bed, and the newly mated trio found themselves alone in Conall’s suite—their suite.
“I suppose we should talk about where we’re going to live,” Onalee suggested to her two males.
Conall shook his head. “Tomorrow. Right now, we need to consummate our mating.”
“Consummate?” she asked.
“Oh, aye,” Conall replied in all seriousness, looking from one to another. “It’s an old Earth custom, which says that a marriage isn’t official until the people have had sex.”
He pulled them both closer until they stood right next to one another, and began a line of kisses up Onalee’s neck. “I look forward to consummating the hell out of both of you.”
Onalee moaned, and tipped her head further to one side. “I like the sound of that,” she replied breathlessly.
“Me too,” Brogan practically purred from their side.
Conall kissed Onalee’s lips once, before he switched to give Brogan the same attention.
“What do you think about us all making love to one another at the same time?”
Conall whispered the question into Brogan’s ear. He felt Brogan’s growl from where his chest was pressed against the other males’. Brogan’s hands came up to grasp Conall’s biceps, then he pulled him slightly away so that they could look into each other’s eyes.
“Are you sure?” Brogan asked.
Conall nodded. “Aye. I’m not ready to have you… inside me; but I’d like to try a different way, if that’s alright?”
“Fuck yeah, it’s alright,” Brogan groaned before he latched his mouth to Conall’s.
Conall wasn’t sure what he needed to do. He was completely new to this avenue of love-making, but he wanted the three of them to be together at the same time. He was hoping that Brogan had experience, and could lead them where they all needed to go.
Brogan pulled back.
“Will you show us what to do?” Conall asked.
His mate grinned. “With pleasure.” He glanced around the suite, before telling them, “Let’s move to the bedroom.”
Conall nodded, took Onalee’s hand, and led them. His room was similar to Onalee’s next door, but with an additional seating area, which he had been sleeping in before his mother had forced him to replicate a proper bed.
After the door had been closed and locked, Brogan ushered them over to the lounger. He took his mates’ faces in either hand and kissed them in turn.
The kisses were sweet at first, but quickly turned passionate. It wasn’t long before they each stood naked, hands roaming over heated skin. It was clear that none of them wanted to go slowly this time.
Brogan encouraged Onalee to sit on the lounger, and scooted her ass to the edge. Her legs widened to accommodate the width of his shoulders as he settled between her legs. Brogan’s fingers parted her folds, gathered a bit of her arousal, and used it to glide the tips of his fingers over her delicate flesh.
Conall settled next to her on the cushions, and focused on her breasts. He took her nipples into his mouth, one after the other, and suckled until they were hard little buds. It wasn’t long before she was squirming, her hand pressing his face against her chest more firmly.
“More, Brogan. Please,” she begged.
He obliged by lowering his mouth and settling it over her mound, his tongue adding to the play. Her hips arched, and she moaned loudly. It was hot, and Conall reached down to give himself a few tugs.
“Come up here,” Onalee told him.
Conall raised his head, and she pulled him up further onto the lounger until he was kneeling at her side. Without preamble, she took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around his mushroom head. Conall’s head fell back and he moaned.
He’d never known how arousing it’d be to have Onalee’s wet heat around his dick while Brogan played with her cleft. Watching his mate make love to their female with his mouth was one of the most erotic things Conall had ever seen. Part of him was amazed that he was even there.
He knew that his love and amazement was shining on his face, when Brogan’s eyes lifted to his. They locked together without touching, and Brogan lifted his face to tell him, “I want you inside me. Are you okay with that?”
Words failed him, so instead, Conall nodded.
Brogan smiled broadly, and ran his fingers softly over Onalee’s folds. He didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky in life, but he wanted to enjoy every moment of it.
“Good. I
’ve been wanting to feel you sliding in and out of me while Onalee rides my dick,” Brogan told him low, testing the waters to see how they’d responded to him talking dirty.
Both of their pupils dilated and breathing hitched—good signs.
“How’s that going to work?” Onalee asked.
Brogan gave her a grin. “I’ll show you. First, I’ll need a bit of preparation. I haven’t taken anyone in a long time.”
“Can I do it for you?” Conall asked uncertainly.
Brogan’s eyes nearly crossed. “You mean, you want to stretch me with your fingers?” he clarified. Please let him mean that!
Conall’s blush deepened. “Aye. If that’s alright?”
Brogan took his lips in a kiss, and added tongue. Once Conall had softened, he pulled back. “Yes, that’s more than okay. Don’t be embarrassed to suggest something to either one of us.”
Conall nodded. “Alright.”
“I’d like to help,” Onalee added.
Brogan kissed her too, before standing up. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he added to her with a smile.
He reached down and retrieved a bottle of lubricant from inside one of the many pockets of his pants, thankful that he’d had the foresight to replicate the bottle. It wouldn’t be good for him to run through the house with a hard-on every time they needed to replicate something for sex.
Brogan handed the bottle to Conall. “You can use this to help stretch me.” At the male’s unsure expression, Brogan continued. “Or I can do it myself. Either way is perfectly fine.”
Conall shook his head. “No. I want to do it.”
He walked around to Brogan’s back, trailing a hand over his skin as he went. Then he fell to his knees.
Seeing his mate in that position, Brogan thought maybe he’d spend himself before they even got started.
Brogan broadened his stance as Conall popped the lid on the lube, put a few drops onto his finger, then brought the digit to Brogan’s crease. He probed for a moment, then located the rosebud and swirled the wet digit around the puckered ring.
The breath left Brogan’s lungs in a punch. It’d been too long since he’d had his ass played with!
He felt Onalee move, and looked to see her on her knees in front of him. She ran her hands up and down his thighs, then skimmed her nails over his sack. Brogan shivered.
She looked up at him, a smile on her face, then leaned forward and licked his shaft from balls to tip. Right as she took the head into her mouth, Conall’s finger breached his tight ring of muscle.
Brogan moaned, and threaded his fingers into Onalee’s hair.
“Yes, just like that!” he encouraged them both.
The next few minutes were a blur of wet heat, and Conall’s gentle probing. He’d slid a finger all the way into him, but Brogan needed more. It was good, but he knew it would only get better.
“Another finger, Conall,” he demanded breathlessly. A moment later, another lubed digit was burrowing into his ass.
“Oh, yeah,” Brogan moaned. “Don’t worry about being so gentle. It feels amazing.”
Conall’s strokes turned firmer as he pumped his fingers a few times before stopping to swirl them inside.
Brogan lost his breath again when Conall hit his prostate right as Onalee flicked her tongue over the slit of his dick. His body bent at the waist, and Brogan caught himself with a hand braced on the lounger.
“Ye like that?” Conall asked, his voice lowering and accent thickening with his arousal.
“Yes,” Brogan managed to answer.
The new position gave Conall more access to him, while still allowing Onalee to bob her pretty head. It also allowed Brogan to reach down her back, to her core. Onalee moaned around him as Brogan’s fingers slid unimpeded into her. She was incredibly wet and ready for them.
When Conall added a third finger, and began trailing kisses and bites over the taut muscles of his butt, Brogan couldn’t take the delicious torture any longer. He straightened and pulled away from both lovers, even though his body was craving more of their touch.
He sat on the lounger, his ass at the edge, his legs spread.
“Conall, come here,” he instructed gruffly.
The male wasted no time moving to stand between his splayed legs. Brogan dug his fingers into Conall’s hips, and took the male’s hard shaft deep to the back of his throat. Conall cursed, but it was white noise past the beating of Brogan’s own heart.
He only bobbed his head a few times, just to get his mate’s taste in his mouth before he pulled off and leaned back. The lounger was deep, allowing him to half-lay onto the cushions, but with his upper back and shoulders supported upright.
“Cover yourself in lube, then come here.”
Conall nodded and stepped back to obey. Brogan turned to their female. She had a look of anticipation on her face.
“And me?” she asked.
His smile was wicked. “I have the perfect place for you.”
Brogan took her hips and guided her forward onto the sofa. She knelt on the cushions, and he encouraged her to straddle his hips. Once she was settled, he framed her face and brought her down for kisses. Brogan added his tongue and pried her lips open to meet him. He ran his hands up and down her body, molding her curves. She ground down onto him, then reached back and fondled his shaft.
“Put me inside you,” he encouraged her.
One hand on his shaft, she guided him to her core and sank down. He tunneled into her heat, and she moaned when he was seated fully inside of her. He felt Conall’s hands run up and down his thighs, and guided Onalee forward to lay into his chest.
“Are ye ready for me?” Conall asked.
“I’ve been ready,” Brogan confessed.
Conall threw a pillow onto the floor, and knelt between Brogan’s legs. With one hand, he gripped his own shaft, the other went to test Brogan’s entrance one last time.
He was more than ready.
It felt like forever before Conall settled the tip of himself at Brogan’s entrance and applied pressure.
“I’ll go slow,” Conall reassured him.
Brogan focused on keeping himself relaxed as his mate burrowed deeper into his ass—until, finally, he was seated.
Conall had a sheen of sweat on his skin from holding back, but Brogan appreciated it. It’d been a long time since he’d had someone inside of him.
Onalee was less patient. She shifted her hips back and forth, shallowly and slowly at first, then with more vigor. Brogan encouraged her, the pleasure of her strokes quickly overcoming the discomfort of Conall’s (albeit consensual) intrusion.
He was focused on the sensation of her silken sheath tightly enveloping him, until Conall moved.
The male pulled away, then thrust back into Brogan, pushing the breath from his lungs. Conall was seated so deep that the contrast to Onalee’s motions was nearly too much. Brogan was alight in sensation—his mind barely able to keep up with what was happening to his body.
Conall took a few tentative strokes, watching Brogan’s face for any signs of alarm or discomfort, but when he saw none, he let loose. He pulled out, leaving only the head of his shaft inside Brogan before tunneling back in.
Brogan grunted and yelled, “More!”
His mate repeated the movement over and over, filling Brogan, while Onalee bounced on his lap, her breasts so close to his mouth that it only required a tilt of his head to take a bud between his lips. She pressed against him, grinding her mound down onto his hips, and making little mewing sounds in the back of her throat.
The moment was so perfect that Brogan was completely overwhelmed. Never had he made love to two people at once like this. The fact that it was the two people whom he loved more than anyone in the universe… people that he’d waited his entire life for… only made things more perfect.
As surreal as it was, it wasn’t going to last—not with each person nearing the height of their pleasure. Onalee came first, her pussy clenching around Brogan’s shaft perfe
ctly. She gripped his head, and came in long undulating waves atop him.
“Fuck yeah, Onalee,” Conall encouraged from her back, running a palm up and down her spine.
When she was spent, she laid atop Brogan’s chest, and he was given a clear view of Conall.
His mate’s skin was flushed and glistening with perspiration, he was breathing heavily, and had his hands locked onto Brogan’s hips. Their eyes met, and seeing the intense pleasure in the blue depths is what pushed Brogan over the edge.
He came in jets into Onalee’s channel, his ass clenching Conall’s dick. Conall’s eyes went wide, and he thrust a couple more times before he was throwing his head back and shouting his pleasure to the ceiling. Brogan felt him twitch as he came inside him. When he was done, he pulled back, slowly dislodging himself.
Brogan felt sore and bereft when he was gone, but Conall moved to cuddle into their sides on the lounger. Onalee smiled lazily from atop Brogan’s chest, and reached out to bring Conall close for a kiss.
“I guess we do have a reason for having a sofa in the bedroom,” Conall commented, gaining chuckles from the other two.
“I think it may be my new favorite piece of furniture,” Onalee added.
“I agree,” Brogan told them, “except that it’s cold. Let’s move to the bed, where there’re blankets.”
Brogan stood with Onalee still wrapped around him, his flaccid member escaping her sheath. She giggled and wrapped her legs around his hips, his hands anchored under her ass.
He turned back to Conall, who was still lying on the lounger.
“Well, come on. I can’t carry you both at the same time,” he told their mate.
Conall gave a half smile, and followed them to the bed.
Brogan settled Onalee in the middle, then laid down and tucked her against his chest. Conall settled on her other side, pulling the bedding up over them all as he curled around her back.
“Now I see why Arathians need such large beds,” Conall commented sleepily, earning chuckles from the other two.
“Should we talk about when we’re going to move in here together?” Onalee asked.
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