A Bevin Hero [The O'Hagan Way 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)

by Joyee Flynn

  “Not today, me heart,” I whispered in his ear. “We’re taking care of ya. Consider this our penance for acting like daft arse weeds.”

  “How do you even make cussing sound so sexy?”

  I chuckled as Ronan didn’t bother answering, kissing our mate instead. I reached for the shampoo and lathered up Bev’s gorgeous hair while they made out. It was like nothing I’d ever seen before. Black as the night sky with golden-blond streaks in it that went to the root so it had to be natural and so soft.

  Then again, the King had had the same coloring so it had to be a margay thing. Just like the eyes. We normally got a lot of attention having silver eyes, but Bev had orange eyes. Not just regular orange but like the gem citrine. They were magical.

  Once I was done with his hair, rinsed and all, they came up for air.

  “Our mate has been so good to us, pleading with his King on our behalf, trying to let us in, allowing us into his suite, and giving us a taste of him, hasn’t he?” Ronan asked, knowing full well what me answer would be. I leaned in and kissed Bev’s right shoulder as Ronan did the same to the left.

  “Aye. He be the most amazing mate ever.”

  “I think we should give him a taste of his fantasy then, huh?”

  “It’s our duty as his mates,” I agreed.

  “It’s what any good mate would do,” he purred as he slowly kissed down Bev’s body. I did the same from behind, rubbing me hand between the cheeks of his firm little ass to make sure the soap was all gone.

  “His skin is so soft,” I moaned. “I think he be the best pillow and blanket. I just want to wrap around him forever.”

  “Aye. If he keeps making those pretty yowls we’re never going to let him out of bed.” Bev shivered and I smiled. Guess he liked the idea.

  “I’m going to come,” he whimpered as he leaned one hand against the tile.

  “Then we better get to work,” I growled. I dropped to me knees and buried me face in his ass. Dear god, his ass even tasted like heaven! I heard Ronan going to work on Bev’s cock as our mate kept making those sultry sounds before screaming that he was coming. We kept going until he was spent and his legs gave out. I caught him, smiling when he curled against me and started purring furiously.

  “Fuck, that’s sexy. He purrs,” Ronan moaned. I nodded. I couldn’t agree more. “I think we’re close to our hour.”

  “Fuck it,” Bev sighed. “That was awesome. I’ve waited for Rylan so many times while he got it on with his mates. I can be a little late.”

  “Aye, but we’re not his favorite people,” I chuckled. “Let’s not give him another reason to be pissed at us.”

  “Good point, but I don’t think I can stand just yet,” he giggled. He blinked up at me, smiling widely, and I felt me heart skip a beat. Damn, he was pretty.

  “Just how I like me heart to feel after our loving,” I assured him. Ronan took him from me and I quickly showered while he helped Bev. Then we quickly switched. Okay, maybe not all that quickly because I got distracted when I saw Bev eyeing us over like his favorite meal. “Once more.”

  “Once more what?” he asked and then yelped as I lifted him up.

  “Once more tasting ya,” I growled. I picked him up easily and leaned him against the tiles, moving his thighs over me shoulders before swallowing down his cock.

  “Oh fuck!” he screamed in pleasure as he grabbed me hair roughly. “Oh shit! So strong. So hot! Oh my god! Yes. Please!”

  “Please what, Bev?” Ronan asked for me. I had me mouth full after all.

  “Please finger me too! This is amazing,” he begged.

  Ronan soaped up my hand and I pushed three fingers into Bev’s partially stretched hole. “Just remember we like the begging, me heart.”

  “I swear I will!” Bev cried out in bliss and rode me fingers as I kept swallowing him down. He came hard and I moaned at the taste of him.

  “I know. Never tasted cum as good as his,” Ronan chuckled as he stepped out of the shower. Amen to that. Our mate’s cum tasted similar to his blood and scent, like chocolate buttercream frosting and dark cherries. Delicious and my favorite.

  I pulled off Bev and lowered him before quickly rinsing us again. Then I turned off the water and handed our sated mate over to Ronan who was waiting with a towel.

  “I’m all sexed up,” Bev giggled as me twin dried him. “And neither of you has even fucked me yet. Can we do that tonight?”

  “I think ya need to eat and recover ya strength first,” I hedged, glancing him over. Why was he acting like he was high? “We might have pushed ya too hard. Ya acting a little goofy there.”

  “Yeah, he is,” Lavache agreed. “Riley should be at dinner. We’ll ask him.”

  “I’m just happy!” Bev admitted, still giggling. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve even been naked with a man touching me? And not hot ones like you guys. And two. And no one’s ever eaten out my ass or lifted me up to blow me like that. Fuck, that was hot.” The last words came out a little slurred, and he swayed when Ronan set him on his feet.

  “Shite,” I swore and we quickly got him dressed, Lavache helping to find suitable clothes. I didn’t even mind the warrior seeing Bev naked right then.

  “Your brothers brought over your bags so you’d your things,” he told us quickly as he pointed them out. We nodded and threw on something so fast I didn’t even bother with underwear. The moment me sneakers were on, I grabbed Bev from Lavache and took off. “Wait!”

  “Warrior, ya have to keep up. We need to get him to the doc!” I shouted over me shoulder, not willing to wait for him. “Hang on, me heart.”

  “I’m all good. Sexed good,” Bev slurred, his eyes fluttering. We reached the hallway by the throne room and realized we had no clue where we were going. There was another guard there and I turned to him.

  “Dining hall. Where?” I barked out.

  “You’re not to be alone with Lord B—”

  “Where is it?” Ronan snarled. “We need the doc. He’s acting funny.”

  “Oh shit,” the guard said and pointed down the hall. “Last door on the left.” We nodded and raced off. I skidded to a halt when we entered and there were people everywhere.

  “Riley!” I called out. “We need the doctor!”

  “What happened?” Ma asked as she darted over to us.

  “They sexed me up soooo good,” Bev giggled. “Hi mommy-in-law. Nice to meet you. Love the hair.”

  “Oh, he’s going to kill us later for letting him meet her when he was like this,” Ronan groaned.

  “Aye.”

  “Ya had sex with him after what he’d been through?” Ma asked, her tone disapproving.

  “Not sex sex per se,” I hedged. Wow. That wasn’t an awkward conversation or anything.

  “No they just—”

  “I beg ya not finish that sentence, Bev,” Ronan groaned as he covered our mate’s mouth.

  “I got Riley,” Brian said as he jogged over with the doc. He must have heard the commotion when we came running in and went off on his own to get him. I gave him a nod of thanks and sat with Bev on me lap so Riley could look him over.

  “Okay, give us some space, guys,” Riley said gently as me entire family crowded. They took about three steps back collectively and he rolled his eyes. “Fill me in.”

  “We were saying we were sorry while we cleaned him up,” I hedged, choosing me words carefully.

  “I came three different times,” Bevin giggled loudly, even going as far as to hold up three fingers. “It was awesome, doc. They’re very creative. And god are they hot. And hung! They have matching cocks that are so—” And I covered up his mouth again.

  “We didn’t take any blood. But this doesn’t seem like he’s not had enough rest. Nor dehydration,” I said as I ignored Bevin’s purring as he licked me hand. “Me heart, ya need to behave. Ya not helping.”

  Before Riley could say anything, the King came racing over with his mates. “What did you do to him now?” He narrowed
his eyes at me hand. “Remove your hand this instant! Let him speak as to what you’ve done.” I sighed and did it, bracing.

  “They sexed me up, Ry!” Bevin squealed. “Rian lifted me up so I was sitting on his shoulders and then he swallowed my—”

  The King moved so fast he was a blur. When he stopped, his hand was over Bevin’s mouth.

  “Thank ya, ya majesty,” I mumbled. “Ya can guess why we don’t want our parents hearing that.”

  “I would think not. You got him?”

  “Aye.” I quickly put me hand there after Rylan removed his. “Could it be a loopy side effect of lack of sugar? I read that could have crazy effects on a person. Maybe he just needs to eat?”

  “Yeah, I’ve never seen someone act like that because of low glucose,” Riley said, letting out a snicker before he bit his lip. “It’s like he’s high.”

  “Um, I don’t think it’s his glucose,” Rylan groaned. He looked at Bev and swore. “His pupils are the size of fucking saucers.”

  “What does that mean?” Ronan asked, his tone panicked. I felt the same.

  “Did he bite you yet?” the King inquired instead. We both shook our heads. “When you were cleaning him, did he, um, well, mark you?”

  “Like pee on us as cats do in the wild?” I blurted out, me eyes going wide.

  “No,” Rylan groaned. I stared at him blankly and wasn’t paying attention because our mate moved like a flash and pulled me hand off his mouth and jumped off me lap.

  “Oh yeah I marked them! Inside and out. They’ve had it on them and tasted it!” He did a little victory dance, shaking his pert little ass that got me hard even with the crazy circumstances. “I marked the hot godlike men with the big dicks who have the most talented mouths in the world!”

  “Bev!” Rylan growled. “You know the rules! You bite your mates before you can mark them. We’re taught that before we learn about the birds and bees.”

  “I wasn’t planning it, Ry! They jumped me in the shower. And I mean, they’re really talented. I was all gooey. And the next thing I know I’m marking them. I mean, come on, they’re hawt!”

  “Oh!” I gasped, getting it. “Ya mean mark with—oh! Aye, yeah, he did that.” I felt me cheeks heat up slightly and shot Ronan a look. I saw he more than understood too but had the decency to keep his mouth shut. “Okay, so how do we help Bevin?”

  “You don’t,” Rylan sighed. “My parents used to tell me it was a margay’s punishment for premarital sex basically. Total crap but that’s what parents tell their kids so they don’t go knocking boots with everyone when they’re horny buggers and getting into trouble. Anyways, when we bite and claim our mates, there’s a happy chemical released, not quite like when you guys bite us, but happy still. But it also changes your scent so you smell claimed.

  “If a margay marks their mate before claiming them, the hormone, drug, whatever, goes into their system and dopes them up. Like a punishment for not claiming their mates but just being intimate as if saying you can’t be intimate with their mate and not accept the gift fate gave you. And with him having two mates, he got double the dose.”

  “Hey, if he’s not accepting you guys, I will,” another margay purred. “I’d love to have hot, huge, Irish twins. And from what Bevin said about how talented you are—”

  “Mine!” Bevin snarled and leapt towards us. He landed on Ronan first and sank some scary-looking teeth in me twin’s neck.

  “Shite!” Ronan hissed as he held Bev to steady their weight. “Aye, I’m yours.”

  “You didn’t have to hit me, Bev,” the margay bitched. I glanced at him and saw he had bleeding claw marks healing on his face. Holy crap! Our mate was that fast!

  “Bev comes from a very old, very powerful bloodline of my people,” Rylan explained as if guessing what I was thinking. I nodded and seconds later had me arms full of mate.

  “Mine too,” he growled.

  “Aye, all yours, me heart,” I soothed and then winced as he bit me roughly. Okay then! I looked to the King. “Will this help him?”

  “Slightly but no. It will last a good forty-eight hours probably. Maybe more because there are two of you. It will be like he’s high, during the full moon, with no filter between his mouth and brain all in one.”

  “Pay attention,” Bevin growled as he pulled out his teeth. They went back to normal and he mashed his mouth to mine. “I just made you mine and you’re talking to others.”

  “Only because I was concerned for ya. I’m thrilled ya claimed me.”

  “Good, because I expect to be shown that all night with cock and tongue,” he purred. “Lots of cock and tongue. Like I want to bounce on both all night and into the morning.”

  “As our mate wishes,” I agreed, trying to ignore me family all right there.

  “I better handle calling the covens and dealing with the deal Bevin said he was going to broker,” Ferris groaned. “No way he can talk to them like this.”

  “I’m sorry, my love. I know you hate playing diplomat,” Rylan chuckled.

  “We didn’t mean to step on any toes, but we already started,” me da Manus said. “Caleb’s agreed of course and directed all his covens the same. The only coven we can’t get to answer us yet is the Paris coven.”

  “We should get our people out of there anyways,” Rylan said. “We don’t know what’s going on there. At least temporarily. Make up an excuse about visiting the new palace.”

  “Yes, especially because they’re going to invade the palace as soon as they get plans,” Bevin said calmly as he purred against me. “Jon was going to deliver them to Dubois with either Riley or Damian’s dead bodies and several fae to experiment on so they can figure out a way to incapacitate the ‘fae bitch’s’ power.” He held up his hands and did air quotes. “I’m assuming they mean the Queen. Which is just rude. She’s not a bitch. She rocks it out.”

  “Thank you for that, Bevin,” Queen Magdalena chuckled. “I’m fond of you too.”

  “Oh! And he called Caven a purple-eyed freaky wolf pussy. Dude! He’s soooo not a pussy. He kicks ass,” Bevin rambled. “And he said Ry was going to chain people up and fuck the secrets out of them if Caven and the Queen couldn’t scan their brains. As if! Have you seen his mates? Yeah, he gets more than enough sex. I’m going to now too! Isn’t that wicked cool?”

  “Aye,” I agreed, racking me brain as I saw all the worried faces. Bev had all the answers right then and no way of really communicating with his loopiness. “Me heart, I need something from ya. I mean I really need it.”

  “Anything for my sexy Irish mate,” he purred. “What can I do for you?” The little imp waggled his eyebrows at me even.

  “I just want some alone time with ya. Maybe we can eat in your rooms and get to know ya better.”

  “That’s what you’re asking me for? I want that too.”

  “Okay, but we have to tell ya King what ya know first. Just blurt it out real quick, answer a few questions, and we’ll take dinner to go. But ya have to focus for us.”

  “Ya can do it,” Ronan agreed, joining us and giving Bev a quick kiss. “Ya have to claim us fully, don’t ya. We can’t do that until ya tell King Rylan what ya know so he can keep everyone safe.”

  “Right, yeah, I can focus,” he said, taking a deep breath. He let out a giggle and shook his head. “Okay, I can’t when you’re by me. Maybe set me down.” I did and he moved away a bit and plopped on the floor. “Can I get water? I feel really hot.”

  Someone got him some and he took several long drinks and deep breaths before closing his eyes. “Can I just do it now and from here? I feel better centered now. I just feel hot and like I’m spinning.”

  “Get me a cold compress,” Rylan said quickly.

  “I have it,” the Queen countered. Something appeared in her hand and she gracefully knelt down and put it to Bevin’s forehead. “Better?”

  “Much, thank you,” he sighed. “It’s cleared.”

  “It’s temporary.”

  “Okay
.” He gasped and glanced at us. “Oh god. I’m so embarrassed—”

  “I don’t know what for,” Ma said firmly as she knelt in Bev’s line of sight. “Ya were bragging about me sons, happy fate gave them to ya. I’d say that shows ya to be an extraordinary man after what ya went through when ya met. I think ya a sweet and wonderful addition to our family.”

  “Thank you.” Bev blushed and I saw Ma give him a wink. I swear that woman could work miracles and always knew what to say. Our mate took another breath and then looked at his King. “I was hanging out in my favorite tree, taking a break and letting my margay out. I heard a voice towards the edge of the warrior’s property saying he had to get out before it was too late and he was dead. Then I heard the name Dubois and I immediately jumped down and crawled through the grass as fast as I could.”

  Rylan nodded. “And you knew who it was?”

  “Not at first. His back was to me and he was a good distance away. I heard bits of what Dubois was saying. Basically that Jon was being paranoid. Then he turned around and I have no doubt that it was Jon.”

  “And how do you know who he is?”

  “I was with you when you confirmed with Caven that he had been one of the warriors around the day the guys bared their throats. I watched Caven and the Queen try and scan his mind.”

  “Good. Okay, what else did he say, Bev?”

  “That we knew the traitor was a warrior and they were being kept out of the loop,” he said quietly, nervously. “That people were trying to read his mind but he saw the suspect list because even with the added security some people didn’t change the passwords to their e-mail. I guess he pulled it out of someone’s e-mail who’s in on what’s going on.”

  I cringed as I heard several people cussing. I guess more than one person didn’t change their passwords. Twits. That’s the first thing someone should do when there was a security breach. Oh well, I guess they had bigger things on their mind.

  “Dubois was pissed he wanted to leave. He said they’ve not finished planning the attack, and they needed the layout of the palace. So they don’t have it yet, but they want us.” He opened his eyes and met Rylan’s gaze. “And there are things not on the plans that only a few know about. We never kept a paper trail of it so that can’t ever be discovered.”