“Fuck me, Garrett. Please fuck me,” Winter said softly, knowing he was begging, but needing to be one with this man, his mate.
When his man swore and started to leave him, he reached up and wrapped his arms around Garrett’s back. “Don’t leave me!”
“Shhh, sexy. I’m not leaving. I’ve got to get some lube, so I don’t hurt you when I mate with you.” Garrett leaned so close his lips moved against Winter’s as he spoke.
“Second drawer,” Winter said and pointed to a small set of drawers between the couch and the corner of the room.
Garrett nodded and moved away. Thankfully he returned before Winter had a chance to miss him. Wanting to help, Winter pulled his legs to his chest and then spread them so his knees were practically in his armpits. He held them out of the way as Garrett slicked the lube over his pucker.
He sucked a breath and tried to relax everything from the waist down as his mate slid one finger deep into his back hole. Seconds later he pulled out and replaced the single digit with two. Winter couldn’t fight down the groan that started at his toes when Garrett added a third finger.
“Please, Gar, please fuck me now.” He panted as the fingers in his ass twisted back and forth then spread apart, gently stretching him further.
“I don’t want to hurt you, sexy,” Garrett said, moving to kneel on the bed, his thighs brushing against Winter’s lower back.
“You won’t. Please fuck me now.”
He sighed as the fingers left him, then took a deep breath when he felt the larger, blunted tip of Garrett’s cock press for entry. “Yesss,” he hissed as the thick, full length pushed in him until he felt Garrett’s balls brush his skin.
He couldn’t keep from tightening his muscles around the intruder as he watched pleasure fill Garrett’s face.
“Winter, stop, or I’m going to come too soon,” Garrett said harshly through clenched teeth as he leaned over and planted a hand on either side of Winter’s shoulders.
Winter froze, suddenly wondering if this was such a good idea. Sure, Spring had told him about the wonders of having two men at her beck and call, but what did he really know about these men who’d claimed him as their life mate?
“I’m sorry,” he breathed, turning his face to the side. In this position he couldn’t move anything else.
“Oh, sweetheart, don’t. This is our mating, and I don’t want to rush things but you have me so hot that I can barely keep from fucking you hard and fast.”
“So do it,” Winter urged, trying to shift his hips against Garrett, but unable to move.
Leaning down, Garrett kissed him then pulled back again. Taking Winter’s hips in a gentle grasp, he began to slowly slide his cock in and out. Chills and shivers raced up and down Winter’s spine with every movement, sending his own arousal higher.
He began to make small grunts each time Garrett thrust into him, inhaling as he moved out. In less than a minute he was panting hard and felt his arousal spiraling out of control. Though he thought he heard something in the background, he did not look away from the deep green eyes staring at him.
When Garrett closed his eyes, Winter dropped his gaze to the man’s chest. Unlike his own twelve carefully numbered chest hairs, Garrett’s chest held a dusting of hair that glinted in the available light. Needing to touch his mate, Winter shifted his right leg farther to the side and moved his right arm in to stroke over the well-defined muscles of his mate’s chest. The strands were silky smooth against his fingertips, tightening the spiral of his arousal until it was overly tight and threatening to explode.
Garrett leaned forward, bringing his chest down to Winter’s. The change in angle of his thrusts stroked over his prostate and sent him flying.
“Damn, that’s one hell of a beautiful sight,” a deep, growly voice said as Winter’s sperm pulsed through his cock to fill the space between his belly’s and Garrett’s.
He cried out when Garrett growled deep in his chest and bit him again. The feel of Garrett sucking hard at the side of his neck sent him immediately spiraling into another orgasm. Or maybe the erotic pain just intensified and prolonged the first one just as it should have slacked off. When his body finally wound down from what was the best sexual experience of his life, he felt like a boneless puddle of goo.
A moment later, Garrett licked at the bite on his neck then shifted to collapse beside him. Winter couldn’t open his eyes to see who the voyeur was. He couldn’t even find the energy to care who’d just walked in on them, though he hoped it was Hawk and not one of his neighbors.
Winter took a deep breath when a warm cloth wiped over his cock, balls, and belly. Forcing his eyelids up, he found Hawk finishing up cleaning him, his expression aroused and intent.
“Hi, Hawk,” he whispered, too relaxed to even lift a hand to touch his mate.
“Hi, baby. How you feeling?”
“I’m good,” Winter answered on a sigh. “Can you do something for me?”
“Anything.”
“Would you show me your other form?”
Instead of answering, Hawk stepped back from the bed and quickly undressed. Winter swallowed then licked his lips when the man’s long, hard erection bobbed into view. He was only mildly surprised when his own cock began to inflate with renewed interest. Before he could comment, the air around the man shimmered and instead of a man, a large blond Wolfhound stood in the middle of his living room.
“Oh, wow,” Winter breathed. “That’s so cool!”
He sat up as the dog slowly approached. As he did with every dog he’d ever befriended, Winter held his hand out, palm down. But Hawk didn’t sniff at his fingers, instead walked past his hand to lay his head on Winter’s lap. His nose bumped against Winter’s cock, causing him to giggle.
“You’re beautiful, but I will not fuck a dog,” Winter said. Using only his fingertips, he pet Hawk’s head and rubbed behind his ears in a motion he knew all dogs loved. And his mate was no different as he pressed even closer into his lap and made happy little doggie sounds, his tail waving back and forth like a flag.
Winter didn’t know that Garrett had shifted as well until a furry head bumped his shoulder. A moment later a rough tongue licked his spine between his shoulders, which tickled, and he giggled and pulled away. Twisting to look over his shoulder, he found that he now had two large Wolfhounds in his apartment.
When someone pounded at the door, Winter jumped in surprise. Suddenly on the defense, Hawk and Garrett turned and growled.
“Winter? Are you all right? Anna said you’re hurt,” a female voice filtered through the door.
Winter looked at his mates and said, “Change back. That’s Olivia, the building manager, and I’m not allowed to have pets.”
The air shimmered and as quickly as the dogs appeared, they disappeared again. Hawk and Garrett gathered their clothes and stepped into the other room as Winter struggled into his sweatpants. Once his mates were out of sight he went to the door. Using both hands, he twisted the lock. The action hurt, but not as much as it had the day before.
It took ten minutes to convince Olivia that he was not dying. Then he asked her if she could arrange to have his furniture donated to the local charity that helped battered women because he was moving out and wouldn’t be needing it.
“What are you leaving behind?” she asked.
Winter looked around the apartment. “Probably everything but my clothes and my office. Let’s just say whatever’s here day after tomorrow is all theirs.”
“It’s because of that man, isn’t it? The one who hurt you?”
“No, I’ve just decided that it’s time to move on. This was never supposed to last as long as it has,” he said gently. “I just got comfortable and lost track of time.”
“So where are you going?”
“I’ve found a place up near Boone. I’ll stop by with my forwarding address before I leave,” Winter said.
It took a few more minutes before she finally left, and Winter was able to close the door behind her
. Then he turned to look objectively at his tiny apartment and went through a mental inventory. What he’d told Olivia was correct. Except for his clothes and the contents of his office, he really didn’t care what happened to the rest of the apartment. He’d picked up the thrift shop furniture when he’d moved here five years before, planning to replace it piece by piece with better things, but had never gotten around to it.
“She’s gone. You can come out now. We have a lot of work to do if we’re going to leave today.”
Chapter 7
Hawk entered the room alone. His blue eyes glowed, and he wore only his unfastened jeans. His cock pushed through the opening, still long, hard, and looking delicious. Winter lifted an eyebrow in question when Garrett didn’t follow him through the doorway.
“Garrett’s taking a shower. Said we should enjoy ourselves while we’re waiting for our turns.”
“Uh-huh,” Winter said, licking his lips as he shoved sweats down until gravity took over and they fell to his ankles. “Wonder what we could do to keep from getting bored?”
He giggled as Hawk stripped off his jeans and then stalked across the room until the heads of their cocks brushed. “Oh, I think we can think of something, don’t you?”
“Mmmm,” Winter moaned.
Hawk moved even closer so the length of their cocks pressed against each other. He then reached in and wrapped one large hand around both shafts and gently stroked.
“Oh, God, that feels good,” Winter whispered.
“Just wait till I get my cock in your ass. Then tell me how you feel.” Hawk looked down at him, his eyelids dropping so that he looked even sexier than usual.
“Yes, please,” Winter said.
He probably sounded like a child politely asking for another cookie, but he didn’t want a cookie. He wanted Hawk’s cock in him as much as he’d wanted Garrett’s moments earlier. “Fuck me now, please. Make me your mate.”
Looking in his big man’s eyes, Winter saw the same urgent hunger there that bubbled deep in him. All at once he needed to feel Hawk loving him as only a mate could. Slowly easing back, he turned and looked around the room. Though only a few yards away, the bed was too far away. But the table was right beside them.
With a swipe of one cast, letters, magazines and a couple of books flew across the room, leaving the table bare. One look at his mate proved the man needed no further enticement to prepare him for coupling. Instead Winter smiled at his mate then bent over the table, hissing as his overheated body came into contact with the cold wood.
Turning his head to one side, he smiled up at his mate as he pulled the cheeks of his ass apart to show the man his excited, waiting hole. “Fuck me, Hawk. Take me now.”
Hawk’s answer was to smack his left ass cheek.
“Oh, God, more.” Winter arched his back and wiggled his ass to tease his sexy mate.
Another slap landed hard on the other side a heartbeat before Hawk’s cock nudged its way into his hole then pushed his entire length in on the first stroke. He froze, leaned over to press his chest against Winter’s front as he held himself deep and still.
Winter tried to shift under his big mate but couldn’t. “Hawk? What’s wrong?”
“Not a thing, baby. I’m just so wound up that if I don’t take a second and settle a bit I might hurt you.” Hawk’s growly voice sent Winter’s hunger ratcheting up several more notches until all he could think about was the orgasm they were about to share.
“Don’t wait. Fuck me. Now,” Winter whined as he clenched the muscles of his ass, massaging his mate’s big cock.
“Oh, shit, baby. You’re making me crazy,” Hawk said as he pulled back until just the head remained inside.
He pushed deep again before setting up a fast rhythm. Winter’s cock throbbed each time he went deep causing him to tighten his ass around the cock deep inside his ass. That action made Hawk growl deep in his chest and thrust faster and harder. When he reached around Winter’s hip and took hold of his cock, Winter’s orgasm swelled deep in his balls.
“Hawk, I’m close. So close,” Winter panted.
The thrusts became even stronger but more rhythmic. “Okay, baby, come with me,” Hawk thrust once, twice, and then a third time before holding himself deep and just flexing his hips to get even closer.
Winter cried out, and his orgasm rolled over him as Hawk bit the other side of his neck from where Garrett had claimed him. Every muscle in his body clenched as he flew with his release and his orgasm rolled from cock and balls out to every cell in his body then back again, like ripples in a pan of water.
When their orgasms finally backed off, Hawk rested heavily on top of him. It took several minutes before Winter could feel his toes and had absolutely no desire to move from under his mate.
Finally Hawk took a deep breath and eased his softening cock out of his ass before kissing his way down Winter’s back. “Come on, baby, let’s go get a shower. Then we’ll get you packed up and go home.”
“I’m not sure I can move,” Winter said before sighing and relaxing even further onto the table.
“Yes, but the sooner we get to Sanctuary, the sooner we can all sleep together in our very own great big bed,” Garrett said from the doorway.
“Oh, all right. But I cannot wait until I get these damn casts off, so I can hold you and rub my hands all over your bodies,” Winter grumped as he straightened and followed Hawk into the bathroom.
* * * *
It was after sundown when Hawk turned the Hummer onto the rough unpaved road that comprised the last ten miles into Sanctuary. Looking at the man sleeping in the passenger’s seat, he hesitated a moment. Winter had fallen asleep almost as soon as they’d gotten on I-85 and hadn’t woken since. Of course he’d had a busy day both physically and emotionally.
After they’d cleaned up, he and Garrett made him sit by and watch as they packed the things he wanted to take with them. On their way out of town they got him a new cell phone, so he could keep up with work, or at least make contact with his customers and explain his situation.
As they crested the last mountaintop into Sanctuary, he patted Winter’s thigh. “Winter, it’s time to wake up, baby. We’re almost there.”
“Hmmm, what? We’re there? How long was I asleep?”
Hawk watched as Winter straightened and scrubbed his fingers tips over his eyes. Gently dropping his hands back into his lap, he looked around. “It’s dark,” he said, sounded disappointed.
“Only in the trees. The moon is nearly full, so you’ll be able to see just about everything,” Hawk said.
“How long was I asleep?”
“A couple hours. You need the rest,” Garrett said from the back seat. “Mom always said the best thing when you’re hurt is plenty of rest and TLC.”
“And we’ll be happy to provide plenty of both until you’re up and around.”
“I’m hungry,” Winter said just before they broke out of the trees and entered the large meadow that was Sanctuary.
Hawk stopped the truck, so their little mate could take a good look before he parked.
“Welcome to Sanctuary, Winter. Welcome home,” he said.
* * * *
Winter looked around the meadow in disbelief. “It looks like the back lot of a movie set,” he said. “Which house is yours?”
“Our house is that one.” Garrett leaned between the seats and pointed far to their right.
“You live in a castle?” Winter asked.
He stared at the two-story stone building with a flat roof and squared turrets at each corner. It stood a little apart from the other buildings and looked like it should be on a hillside in England or Ireland or some other exotic, medieval setting. What made it even more amazing were the satellite dishes and antennas that topped one of the turrets.
After taking in his new home, he then turned his attention to the rest of this place his mates called home.
Closest to the parking lot to the left sat an ornate Victorian house painted peach with hunter
green and navy blue trim. Fancy gingerbread trim covered the wraparound porch and a three-story circular tower. It reminded Winter of some of the historic homes he’d seen on visits to Savannah and Atlanta.
Next to the Grand Victorian stood the biggest, reddest barn he’d ever seen. Three stories tall, at least, it could house a dozen horses with quite a bit of room to spare. There was a wide, two-level deck in front and lots of windows on all three levels. If it was a barn, it had to be the fanciest one he’d ever seen.
To the right of the barn stood three log houses all with wide front porches. They looked like houses typical of the mountain region.
Then Hawk drove the Hummer slowly into the parking lot and pulled into a space next to what looked like an apple green UPS delivery truck. There was room for at least a half dozen more cars. On the uphill side of the parking lot was a garage big enough to hold an eighteen-wheeler or quite a few smaller cars.
“This place is incredible,” Winter said as Hawk parked and turned off the engine.
He struggled with his seat belt and finally gave up. “Help, please,” he said, leaning back and lifting his hands to shoulder height.
Garrett reached between the seats and pressed the button that unlocked the straps holding him prisoner.
“Thank you,” Winter said, turning to look between the seats. Feeling a little silly after his nap, he pursed his lips and sent Garrett an air kiss.
Garrett leaned in and gave him a quick peck. “Be careful, or you’re going to find yourself dragged into the woods for more than just a kiss.”
Winter grinned. “Can’t wait.”
“We’ll hold off on any kinky, in-the-forest sex until after you’ve gotten those casts off. Besides, you’re going to be busy directing the integration of your computers into our system and teaching us how we can help you do your job while you’re laid up,” Hawk said, sounding more like a parent than a lover.
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