by JL Madore
Jaxx chuckles as we duck inside our lodgings. “We’ll make do, kitten. And maybe we can exhaust you enough that you’ll sleep through the noise.”
“Worth a try,” Brant says, closing the door behind us.
I scan the interior and smile. It’s a simple square box with a plank floor, four walls, and a roof that slopes toward a bed platform against the back wall. We’ve got enough space at the front for a kitchenette counter to be put in and a café table with two chairs and that’s it.
“It’s cute,” I say. “It’s clean and private and that raised platform is the perfect place to spread out my foam topper.”
“And smells like freshly cut pine,” Jaxx says.
“And we have a snack,” Brant says, holding out his berry-filled palms. “Unpack your mattress and then I’ll use the box as a tray.”
I undo the box and hand it off to Brant.
Jaxx and I unfold the topper, and the moment it’s free of its cellophane confinement, it starts to self-inflate. I giggle. “Look how eager it is to become our bed.”
“Smart foam,” Jaxx says, rucking my shirt over my head.
“We’re all set,” Brant says, going for his button fly.
Cool air hits my skin and my nipples tighten. “How long do you think it’ll take Kotah and Hawk to iron out things with the queen?”
Jaxx chuckles, skimming his fingers down my hips and shoving my pants to the new floor. “I’m sure as soon as they feel us getting’ our grove on through the mate bond, they’ll wrap up as quick as a hiccup.”
Once Brant and I are naked, the two of us make quick work of relieving Jaxx from his clothes. The fact that our jaguar goes commando always calls a mad heat from within me.
I yank on the two sides of his shirt open and the snaps give way in one violent surrender. “Look at all that delicious, golden skin.”
Jaxx’s cat growls and the low, predatory sound makes my ache increase. “You hungry today, kitten?”
“I am. I don’t know if it’s the relief of having the portal gate under control or my hormones or the fresh air but I need a sixty-nine in the worst way.”
Brant barks a laugh. “I volunteer as tribute.”
The three of us crawl onto the platform and after sleeping on the forest floor with a camp mat last night, this foam mattress is cushiony bliss.
“How sturdy do you think this platform is?” Brant says, his chest bouncing with amusement as he rolls me on my back. He crawls over me, suckling on my nipples, his hair sweeping the bare skin of my chest. “It would be a shame to bust it the same day they made it.”
“Not to mention embarrassing,” I add, arching off the mattress to meet his kiss.
Jaxx chuckles, crawling to the top of the bed and placing my hand on his hard cock. Sitting back on his knees, his eyes roll shut as I stroke his length. “Oh, yeah. Now I think we should put it to the test. You know… quality assurance.”
Brant raises his head from my breast and smiles when he sees Jaxx’s crown peek out of my hold when I slide my stroke down his shaft. “You’ve sprung a leak there, mate. Need some help with that?”
“If you’re offerin’, I’ll never say no.”
I watch in rapture as Brant shifts to the side and sucks Jaxx’s cock in right to where my hand is propping him up.
“So hot,” I breathe, reaching between Brant’s legs until I have a mate erection in each hand. “Suck him off, Brant. Pull him deep into your mouth while I feel how it turns you on.”
In answer to my request, his cock pulses in my grip, and his hips pump into my hold.
“Yeah, like that. More of that.”
Brant’s head starts to bob over Jaxx’s lap, and I scissor my thighs as a rush of cream moistens my pussy. Squeezing my fingers tighter around Brant’s cock, I slide the velvet skin over the solid shaft.
“How good is that, Jaxx?”
Our jaguar swallows and grunts, gripping Brant’s hair and flexing his hips. “So good…”
“Yeah, Brant’s got a talent with oral.”
“No question,” Jaxx gasps, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. “I’m almost done my turn.”
A rush of pre-cum slicks my Brant-tossing hand and I smear it on the shaft. “I get to suck on you as soon as Jaxx is finished, Bear. You promised me some sixty-nine action.”
“Mhmm,” Brant moans.
“Okay, stop,” Jaxx says, pulling free. “Any more and I’m going to come so hard I spill straight into your stomach. You two get into position, I’ve got designs on Brant’s ass.”
I giggle and Brant waggles his brows. “Well, alrighty then, Jaguar. Who am I to argue? You do you.”
Jaxx
One thing I love about our quint is that everyone is game for anything at any time. With my release pushing at the head of my cock, I need to get strategic. This wooden cube of privacy may have walls and a makeshift bed, but it doesn’t have lube.
And I want Brant’s ass.
I have just enough restraint to shift back and let the two of them get sorted. Brant lets off a sexy rumble as he faceplants in Calli’s pussy and she lets off a feminine groan that makes it clear our girl is hot and hungry.
She wriggles her naked backside a little and then shifts her right arm between his massive, muscled thighs to grab hold and guide that thick arousal to her mouth.
The moment she sucks him in, his entire body shudders.
The sensation tingles hot in my balls.
Locked and loaded I grip tighter and stroke. Damn. The scent of Calli’s need permeates the air and my wild side rises to the challenge. “Our wildcat is restless today, Bear. Looks like we need to tire her out.”
Brant smiles over his shoulder at me, his lips glistening. “Good thing I’ve got a hearty appetite.”
Fuck, that’s sexy. I position myself behind him and get to business. This first release is pleasure with a greater purpose. The fun will begin after that.
I prime my pleasure, absorbing every moan and scent and image to get me off. When the pressure builds to the point of blowing my load, I line up with Brant’s ass and rub my cock against his entrance.
He groans and presses back, and I love the enthusiasm.
My cum spills in lazy spurts and slicks him up good.
“Now we’re in business.” I don’t worry about recovery. Wildlings have fast refractory times and by the time I’ve got him stretched and primed for the next event, I’ll be as hard as a marble column.
Slicking through my mess, I draw a thumb down the crevice of his crack and play with the tight ring of his anus.
He groans again and pushes against my ministrations.
“Calli’s not the only one hot and hungry.”
Brant’s too busy to acknowledge me. I ease back a few inches and look straight down. Calli’s eyes are closed and she’s absorbed in her task.
With my thumb still inside him, I grab the globe of his ass and then do the same thing with my other hand on the other cheek. Once I’ve got both thumbs inside him, I start to stretch his muscles and moisten my path.
Calli lets off a cry of release and I ease off for a second to give him time to focus. After she starts to calm, I’m in business. “Ready or not…”
I push forward, breaching the initial resistance and sliding forward in a moist glide. That first, tight slide is my favorite. I get off on the rest, don’t get me wrong, but the alpha in me loves that rush of power. Forcing that last bit of resistance to relax and accept me and what I want.
Focusing on pleasuring Brant, I slick things up with a few slow and deep penetrations and then build momentum. Brant’s been a player for years and he can take this like a fucking trooper and not lose his load.
It doesn’t take long before I’m pounding home and he has to brace his palms against the bed. I might feel bad for Calli having to pause what she’s doing, but I know our girl. She’ll be getting off on having a front-row view of me fucking Brant senseless.
And yeah, I can do this all da
y long.
Sweat drips from my brow and my lungs start to burn. Sexing up my mates is a total body workout. Who needs a gym membership when you’ve got four mates?
Speaking of our mates… I access my mating bond and make sure it’s lit up. Yeah, it’s a dick thing to do when they’re trying to be all master of the universe, but hey….
Mate sex trumps pixie politics.
The air is filled with the sounds of sex, flesh slapping, and the creak and groan of wood settling into its construction.
Life is good. All we need is for the others to get here.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Kotah
My mates are insatiable. Here we are, working on my first act as Fae Prime, ironing out the ownership of what will arguably the most important facet of the two realms, and the mating bond connecting the five of us is thrumming with the erotic appetites of Calli, Jaxx, and Brant.
I cast a sideways glance at Hawk and yeah, he’s feeling it too. He was standing and now is sitting on the ground, bent at the waist to disguise what’s going on in his lap.
For fuck’s sake, he grumbles in my mind. They’re like horny teenagers. Can’t we be gone ten minutes without them stripping down and mounting one another?
Honestly, I’d rather be there.
No shit. Yet here we are being the adults of the quint.
I bite my bottom lip and fight the groan as Brant’s pleasure spikes. Whatever Jaxx is doing to him… oh, who are we kidding, we both know what Jaxx is doing to him. I wish he was doing that to me.
You and me both.
“Are you two even listening to me?” the queen asks.
Hawk lets off a heavy sigh and nods. “Apologies, Queen. We are sensing an influx of emotion through our mating connection. It’s distracting, but nothing to be alarmed about. Where were we?”
“You know very well where we were, Barron. You are refusing to acknowledge my claim on the portal gate.”
He smiles. “Because you don’t own it, Majesty. The portal gate is on fae land and always has been. The FCO has the original surveys and deeds that go back centuries to prove it. Whether or not the river’s course was intentionally altered to shift the boundaries, in no way do the pixies have grounds to lay claim to the gate.”
The Queen bares her teeth, but Hawk seems unaffected.
He smiles and arches a brow. “And now that our official stance is clear, what is it you truly desire DenysTa? You don’t need the money and I highly doubt you want travelers tromping on and off land you inhabit. What does claiming the gate get you in the long run?”
“So cynical, Barron.”
Hawk chuckles. “We’re cut from the same cloth, Queen. You’re a shrewd leader and wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble simply to stir up a fuss.”
The queen draws a pointed claw down the column of her neck and grins. “Perhaps there is a way for you to repay my custodianship of the gate property.”
Hawk smiles and folds his fingers together in his lap. “Well, the Fae Prime and I were saying yesterday only the most gifted and forward-thinking members of our realm would’ve anticipated the need to protect this location as much as a decade ago. You needed to figure out how to alter the location off FCO property—if in perception only—and ally with the Forest Lord and the fire dervishes.”
The queen frowns. “What do you know of it?”
Hawk chuckles and holds out his open palms. “My dear friend, you’ve known me long enough to realize I know everything that goes on in the realm. The Forest Lord needed a home and a race of fae to help him remain hidden while he tried to open the gate. The dervishes took him in. The Black Knight caught him up in his web, things went off the rails.”
“That Black Knight is a meddlesome and vicious man. He took our tree man and ruined everything.”
Hawk nods. “I’m sure he did, but he’s dead now and the portal rift is open. In a matter of days, the bridge will be established, and this area will be overrun with curious fae.”
“What’s your point?”
“You have the Fae Prime sitting here with you and he’s grateful you protected the gate and would welcome negotiations with the pixies to reward your great race for your efforts. What would you ask of him?”
The Queen of Pixies stands on the mossy stump and raises her chin. “I demand a seat on the Fae Counsel. For too long, the diminutive and lesser fae races have been ignored. We want a voice.”
That’s an easy one. “Done. I agree. And as your first royal duty, I would like you to parley with the leaders of other diminutive races and let me know what’s been overlooked by my father. Tell me where the political system is failing you and the members of the communities like yours.”
Queen DenysTa looks stunned at first. She stares at me with her mouth open and then gathers her wits. “Thank you, Highness. Thy will be done.”
“Good then. Is there anything else?”
She looks at the trees and it’s obvious she’s thinking up other things she might get out of me. I don’t care. Whether it was her or the Forest Lord who moved the river, it allowed us to fulfill our destiny and reestablish a gate opening.
Once we get the bridge established, the Fae Realms will be united. Once these negotiations are over, I can get naked with my mates.
“The pixies shall get a royal tribute erected at the gate telling of our foresight and efforts in preserving the site and making it possible to unite the realms.”
“Agreed.”
Her smile grows and she puffs up a little more. “And you and your mates will feast with us once a year and hear our thoughts on the realm.”
“Agreed.”
“And—”
Hawk is reading something off his phone and jolts to his feet. “Excuse us, Majesty, but we need to go.”
“Go?” She flaps her wings and stomps her clawed talons against her perch. “What is more important than my final arrangements with the Fae Prime?”
He finishes reading his screen and looks at me. “Jaxx just texted. The bridge is established, and the gate has activated.”
“Activated? Your man said it would take days yet. What has he done?”
“It wasn’t him, DenysTa. The bridge was established from the StoneHaven side… and someone’s coming through.”
Jaxx
I fall to the bedding platform breathing heavy and drained from a strenuous round of mate fukery when I notice the hammering and sawing have stopped. Instead of the droning sounds of construction, men are shouting outside our home.
“Jaxx? What’s wrong?” Calli asks, rousing from the golden glow of post-coitus bliss.
“Shit,” Brant says, rolling to his feet. “It’s something.”
The bear tosses me my jeans and I pull them up my thighs in a rush. There’s no time for buttoning up or shirts. Brant and I launch out our front door, barefoot and barely dressed.
Lukas is backing away from the fluctuating fae magic that surrounds the gate. He points to us. “Text Barron and get him here now. Someone activated the gate. We’re about to have visitors.”
“Oh, shit.” I rush back inside, grab my phone, and send the text as Calli throws on Brant’s shirt and joins me outside the cabin door.
“What’s happening?”
“That.” I pull her to the side as the energy of the gate surges and a shrieking scream explodes in the air. I let go of Calli to press my palms against my ears and wince as the noise vibrates in my skull.
Calli clamps her ears and doubles over too.
What the hell is it?
I straighten in time to see two massive, winged beasts fly through the undulating power of the portal. They’re black and green and if it wasn’t impossible, I’d swear they are—
“Dragons!” Calli screeches, taking shelter behind the tree. “You never said anything about dragons!”
Shit. “I didn’t know.”
The mythical monsters push above the canopy of trees, flap their great, scaled wings, and circle.
“So, this
happened,” Brant says, rushing in to join us. “Let’s see Hawk’s people conceal that.”
I blink at our bear. “We are Hawk’s people, numbnut. So, yeah, what should we do?”
“Do they come in peace?”
The dragons have rebounded and are coming in hot. When they open their mouths and breathe streams of blue fire at us, Brant’s question is answered.
Before we have time to react, Calli bursts into flame and launches into the air. She blocks their fire and screams a shrill fury.
Hawk and Kotah arrive as the battle begins. “Fuck me,” Hawk says. “Dragons? Seriously?”
“Seems so.”
“Incoming.” Lukas braces his stance and aims his gun at the pulsing gate.
“Fuck this,” Brant says, flipping into his bear form.
Kotah and I follow his lead.
Hawk draws his guns and has both hands poised and ready to fire. When the invader comes through, Brant charges and goes in hard. The wolf and I are tight on his ass.
The beast that comes through this time is a Brant-sized wolf. Shimmering midnight blue with opal eyes, it’s a wild and fearsome monster.
Brant takes him to the ground and the thing seems surprised. It recovers quickly though, and the fight is on.
Kotah and I are looking for a way in when a fourth comes through. This time, it’s a woman. She’s mauve-skinned with raven black hair that hangs in spiral tendrils to the silk bodice of her gown. She’s thin to the point of gauntness and her features are angular and harsh. Emerging into the clearing, she frowns at the ensuing chaos.
“Stop this! How dare you attack us.”
Kotah flips back to his human form and now I’m torn.
Do I back up Brant against the beast or Kotah? Hawk answers for me and moves in to act as the welcome delegation. Good. I wanted to join the fight anyway. I jump on the demon wolf and sink my claws in its neck. It lets off an unholy scream and I admit, it’s very satisfying.
As we pin the beast to the ground, one of the dragons is thrown to the forest floor. Its wings fold and take out a row of trees. Pixies and fire dervishes scatter and scream.
I check the sky and Calli’s got the other dragon in a fiery grasp and is fighting mid-air.
