by Mina Carter
Heat swept over her in waves as they played her body. That they were used to this was undeniable. They worked in concert, Jayce building her arousal toward climax but slowing if she got too close, while Ryder worked her ass with gentle touches.
Heat swept over her skin as her clit throbbed. They were really going to do this, they were both going to fuck her. The thought of one cock stretching her pussy while another stretched her ass was almost enough to make her come there and then.
The whimper hiding in the back of her throat broke free as Ryder pressed a long finger into her. On automatic she pushed back, the pleasure as his finger slid past the tight muscles of her ass up to the first…then the second knuckle, threatening to make her pass out. He pushed further, all the way, until Cat felt the most incredible feeling of fullness. And that was just his finger, how was she going to feel when his cock replaced it?
Jayce’s hands tightened on her hips. “Hell, she’s like a vice. Ry, quit messing about and get your cock inside her quick. I’m not going to last long here.”
“Don’t need to tell me that twice,” Ryder chuckled as he pulled his finger from her. Cat pouted in disappointment at the loss but it was short lived. Jayce’s hands slid around and parted the cheeks of her ass, holding her open for his brother, and within a heartbeat the broad head of Ryder’s cock replaced his finger.
“Breathe, sweetheart, this might hurt a little at first. I’ll be gentle, I promise,” Ryder murmured but Cat shook her head. She needed him in her and now.
“Just do it. Fuck me,” she ordered, pushing back against his thick cock, her body burning and eager. He groaned as he did what she asked and pressed into her.
Her ass stretched and parted around him, a gasp of pleasure-pain on her lips. Her cunt was already stretched to the limit with Jayce’s cock so Ryder pushing into her ass as well seemed almost impossible.
Jayce’s voice murmured in her ear, something soothing, but Cat didn’t hear the words. All her attention was focused on what was happening to her body and the intrusion as her ass was penetrated by Ryder’s cock.
He swore long and hard as, incredibly, her body accepted him, the lube he’d worked into her and lathered on his erection making the thrust one long, impossibly tight slide of pleasure. Then he was in her to the balls.
Cat concentrated on breathing as her body adjusted. After long seconds the burning in her ass receded leaving just an overwhelming need to move. “Please,” she begged and thankfully they knew what she meant. Jayce reached up and kissed her as Ryder pulled out.
As he thrust back, Jayce lifted her off his cock, only releasing her to sink back down as Ryder retreated again. Cat lost the ability to think, to do anything but hold on for the ride as they moved in concert, fucking her in perfect synchronism.
Their movements got faster, stronger as the tension in Cat’s body wound like a spring. Tighter and tighter as each cock thrust and withdrew, her cunt and ass filled and stretched in alternate strokes.
Her climax hit her without warning. Her body went still, all her muscles locked into place and she screamed in pleasure. One moment she was anticipating the feeling as she sank down onto Jayce and the next the world exploded, expanding into sensation so intense she couldn’t handle it.
“Gnnnhhh, I’m gonna com—” Ryder didn’t complete the sentence before his release hit him. He drove into her, his body locking tight with hers as his cock jerked and filled her ass with his white-hot seed. Jayce was a heartbeat behind, his groan quieter than his brother’s bellow as he too stiffened and came, his cock buried deep within Cat’s welcoming body.
The room was silent for long moments as the trio collapsed onto the bed, riding out the aftermath of their pleasure. Cat had her eyes closed as her head rested against Jayce’s shoulder. His arms closed around her in a tender embrace as Ryder came to enough to shift his weight off her, sliding from her to lie next to them. Instinctively she reached out a hand to him, twining her fingers around his.
“That…was amazing,” Jayce whispered, his cock slipping from her as he rearranged them more comfortably. His voice was filled with love and admiration. “I’d never have thought you’d agree to fucking us both.”
“Oh, not fucking. Loving,” Cat whispered, “and I intend to love you both as long as I live.”
Epilogue
Three months later…
Their quarry had come to roost in a two-story family house in small town America. It was postcard perfect, with a grey slate roof, cream walls and foliage crawling up around the door. With a white picket fence and a kid’s swing in the garden, it looked the picture of suburban bliss. Any moment now, Jayce expected a couple of rug rats to come spilling out the door, followed by shouts from mom about not getting their clothes dirty and to be back inside by dinner.
It was the kind of house he dreamed of bringing his own kids up in. He snorted to himself in amusement as he folded his arms and hunkered further down in the seat. His dreams had moved on. They’d used to be all about how much he could drink and get laid in one night. How many women he could fuck before the sun rose. Now his dreams were of just one woman. Cat. His lovely Cat. His mate.
The mate that, in his mind’s eye, he saw standing on the porch, her belly swollen and big with pregnancy. He sucked a breath in as a hard shard of longing slammed through him. Domestic bliss—who would have thought it?
His version of domestic bliss, though, wasn’t mainstream. He slid a glance sideward to the man sitting in the seat next to him behind the steering wheel. His version of domestic bliss… their version of domestic bliss… was a little different. It contained three: himself, Cat, and Ryder. It was a situation he still couldn’t believe had happened, but it had, and he was so not looking this gift horse in the mouth.
“Talk about hiding in plain sight, eh?” Ryder commented, nodding toward the building. “You sure this is the place?”
Jayce rooted his cell phone out of his pocket and swiped it on, checking his email. “Yeah. 1824 Aspen Drive.”
They both looked up. 1824 was painted in white on the side of the mailbox. There were even painted flowers around the number.
Ryder’s breath whistled out between his teeth. “I wonder who it belongs to…”
… And how many people their prey had killed to get it. The last sentence remained unspoken, hovering in the air between them.
They sat a little way from the house on the opposite side of the road, in a large muscle car, all black metal and gleaming chrome. In a land filled with minivans and SUVs, it stuck out like a sore thumb. It was a little early on a Sunday morning for many folks to be around, but more would be out before too long. They needed to be gone before then. No witnesses.
“Not a clue,” Jayce shrugged.
There wasn’t anything they could do for the owners of the house, not if Daddy Dear had taken up residence. They’d be long dead. In the three months since they’d met their father, discovered he was a god, that they were demigods, and that they shared a soul, they’d learned all they could about Vangadr. A shape shifting god of the asshole persuasion, stories of him littered history. Mostly he seemed to be a dick. That and, like Zeus, he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Ryder and Jayce were only two in a long line of bastards sired by the idiot.
They were also the next two on his hit list after a witch prophesied that Vangadr would be killed by one of his own offspring. Since then, Vangadr had been on a mission to hunt down and kill each of his progeny.
He’d been succeeding until he met them. Expecting one child, he hadn’t counted on two. Hadn’t counted on the soul splitting, and finding a home in two werewolves. Not that they were truly werewolves. Not anymore. The instant the divine soul had touch them, it had changed them. They still weren’t sure exactly how much, or all of the abilities they now had. But in the last couple of months, they’d learned a lot.
Enough to track down and challenge Vangadr himself. To stop him killing any more of them. So far, they’d warned and saved a sister. A
tiny dot of a thing who hadn’t a clue what she was, now safe with some of their friends as she worked out what divine abilities her parentage had granted her.
Jayce looked at his phone again as though the screen held new secrets he could decipher if he looked hard enough. When it rang, he jumped halfway out of his seat, the discordant jangling startling him for a second.
Ryder laughed. “Jumpy much?”
He recognized the caller ID, so Jayce flicked Ryder the bird as he swiped to answer. “Hey, Ris. How’s it going, man?”
“About three weeks, give or take a day or two,” the deep male voice on the other end of the phone answered. Jayce lifted an eyebrow, well used to this kind of conversation from Ris. An operative for one of the agencies Ryder and Jayce sometimes worked for, he was a seer. A damn good one. Unfortunately, most good seers were in the here and now only en route to the future. Often they answered questions from conversations from next week, or next month.
“Snap it back, man,” he chuckled, putting Ris on speakerphone. “What you got for us? And, are you sure about this address you sent us?”
“The Aspen drive one? Yep. The planets are aligned and that kinda shit. Your daddy’s definitely there.”
Both men in the car sucked in a breath. They hadn’t told Ris that Vangadr was their father.
“Planets aligned? Really?” Jayce went for the obvious question. Then, “How the fuck did you know Vangadr is our father?”
“I know fuck all about planets, so no, haven’t a clue if they’re aligned.” Amusement danced in the seer’s voice. “But it’s easier than explaining what I really am.”
“And that is?” Ryder leaned forward to ask, his expression taut. The last thing they needed was someone else with secrets changing up the goalposts on them.
Ris’ voice fell serious. “Strictly between us? Something like you guys. Without the taint of divine blood.”
“Holy hell. There’s weirder shit out there?”
The seer laughed. “Honey bunch, you have no idea. I’ve got a friend who’s a prince of hell, and just last week I had coffee with the new Grim Reaper. Nice girl, a little scary, but nice.”
“New?”
“Girl? The Grim Reaper’s a girl?”
Both the brothers spoke at once, their voices incredulous.
“Yeah, she took over recently. Belief’s been on the wane for years, so the big GR’s not been needed. But then there was a breakout from hell… the third one, the place the demon’s keep their nasties… and she was called up.”
“Fucking hell… Are all the stories true?” Ryder wanted to know.
“Pretty much. Santa Claus, lots of those, Jack Frost, Cupid, Bigfoot… And don’t get me started on the Easter Bunny. That guy’s an asshole.”
Jayce blinked as he shook his head. “Okay. Mind blown. Did you ring us up just to fuck with our perception of the world, or did you have something specific in mind?”
“Ah! Yes! I wasn’t joking about the planets being aligned, or rather, in this case, the threads of the past present and future. Vangadr is a god, and thus the normal rules do not apply. Deities, even minor ones like Vangadr, are very difficult to kill, and I rarely get glimpses of their destinies. But on the odd occasion I do. Like now. If you’re going to take him down… You have to do it now. Otherwise, I see him living many more years… And I do not see ongoing threads for you two.”
The unspoken message hung in the air; kill their dad or die.
“Thanks for the heads up, Ris.” Ryder spoke, but the sentiment came from both, the telepathic link open wide so their thoughts were as one.
“Good luck, boys. You’ll need it.” And with that, Ris cut the call.
Jayce slid a glance sideways, catching Ryder’s gaze. The same strength of purpose that formed through Jayce filled Ryder’s eyes. “Let’s do this.”
Moving together, they got out of the car to approach the house. Over the last three months they’d learned as much as possible about their divine abilities. As they walked, Jayce heard the birdsong in the trees around them and expanded his senses to the houses that surrounded the one they approached. All around, people went about their Sunday routines—a couple two doors away were having sex while a family in the next house got ready for church, and further along the road, a father beat his son. Jayce’s lip curled back from his teeth in a silent growl and he made a mental note to drop in there after they finished with Vangadr.
If they finished with Vangadr and the asshole didn’t kill them.
The scent of blossoms filled the air, and the gravel crunched under their feet—an outward sign of their presence. With a thought, he reached out to erase the sound of their footsteps, shielding them from any prying eyes at the same time. Mortal eyes. Anyone with a hint of immortal blood would see right through it.
As they got closer to the house, they both shivered, the fizz-pop of divine blood tainting the air. Ryder turned a little, the black leather jacket he wore shifting on his wide shoulders, and raised an eyebrow. With a gesture of his head he indicated Jayce should circle one side of the house while he took the other. A pincer movement to make sure their prey didn’t escape out the back.
Jayce nodded, leaving big boot prints in the immaculate flowerbed at the front of the house as he moved to the side. A mocking voice brought him up sharp.
“I wondered how long before you two finally showed up.”
They both whirled, turning on their heels, to find Vangadr leaning against a post on the veranda, watching them. He hadn’t been there a moment before, but now he was, winking into existence between one moment and the next. He made no effort to conceal his divinity, an almost blinding aura surrounding him and sparkling in the air as he moved. His eyes were azure, the gateway to a soul far beyond most people’s comprehension, and difficult to look at. Even for Ryder and Jayce, shielded by their half- immortal blood. A true mortal would stand no chance.
“Why?” Jayce demanded. “Are you in a hurry to die?”
Vangadr’s lips quirked. “No. Just bored. Killing you two will be a pleasant diversion.”
The two had stopped walking and stalked instead—their prey the “man” on the porch. Jayce worked out the angles; which way Vangadr would bolt if he ran, and where he or Ryder needed to be to stop him. He stepped forward to keep the god’s attention on him while Ryder hung back, his hand moving in a complex sequence hidden behind his back.
Neither of them were stupid. They’d gotten wise since their last encounter with Vangadr. He was a god, with divine powers and eons of experience using them. But, he was a god with few if any believers anymore and reduced powers. Ryder and Jayce had similar powers. Not enough for an out-and-out power slinging match, but they weren’t convinced of their own superiority like Vangadr. They weren’t too proud to seek help when they needed it.
Even together, their power was not a match for Vangadr’s… But divine powers fueling spells? That was a different kettle of fish altogether.
“What are you doing?” Vangadr’s gaze snapped from Jayce to Ryder, just as the latter’s lips curved into a wide grin and he finished the casting with a word of power. Not meant for mortal ears, the word would have been soundless to most, but to the three of them it exploded on the air, hanging there like the aftermath of a plucked harp string.
“Spells? Warden spells?” Vangadr laughed. “You face me with child’s tricks? Really?”
His laughter faded on the air as both his opponents watched him carefully. If they’d gotten this wrong, all their research and training was for nothing.
For Mom, Jayce whispered to himself. A prayer. For Cat. Because if they died here today, he and Ryder knew their “father” would hunt Cat down next. No, he wouldn’t allow himself to think that way. It would work. It had to work.
Vangadr’s brows snapped together, anger flaring across his face as he stood up straight. For a moment, the aura around him flared, and both former wolves felt the pull of power as he tried to escape on the astral plane as he had before. His
expression twisted with fury as he realized he couldn’t escape.
Jayce grinned. “Sorry, Daddy, not happening.”
“You’ll pay for that,” Vangadr swore, his voice low and dangerous as he started down the steps. Power buzzed and grew around him, crackling in the air. The aura built around his hands, like he wore glowing gloves.
Ryder and Jayce split, as much to give the god two targets as to launch their own attacks. They’d planned this and practiced spells until they could do them in their sleep. Jayce cast first, his hands moving to draw sigils in the air. He reached deep inside. There, buried within was the power he’d always explained away as his wolf. Even now, knowing what he and Ryder were, that part of himself still felt wolf-shaped and he could still shift… but he wasn’t a werewolf, neither of them were. They were something else.
Something far more powerful.
A mental nudge and he used that power to fuel the spell-sigils, firing them at speed toward the god bearing on them with murder in his eyes.
“You’ll fucking pay for that!” he hissed, flicking his hand toward Ryder. As Jayce watched, Ryder was shoved backward, as though Vangadr had pushed him. But he didn’t go far. A look of concentration on his face, he dug in his heels. His boots cut furrows in the neatly mowed lawn as he slowed and then stopped.
“How?” Vangadr looked puzzled, flicking his hand toward his adversary again, but this time nothing happened. Ryder grinned as he weathered the storm, staying upright and unmoving.
“That’s not possible,” the god muttered, looking at his aura-wrapped hands as though they held the secret.
Jayce crept up on his left-hand side, triumph rolling through him as Vangadr ignored him, seemingly more interested in his hand and why his attack on Ryder wasn’t “working.”
Jayce’s lips moved without sound as he approached, casting another spell, this one far more powerful and complex. For years the two had bummed around, living and working as paranormal bounty hunters, and neither of them had ever applied themselves to learning anything… that wasn’t related to fighting or fucking anyway. But when it had come down to it, and they’d had a reason and burning desire to learn, they hadn’t turned out to be bad students. Within three months they’d burned through everything the wardens could teach them, spell-casting coming as easily to them as the power pouring from their soul.
