Fae Unchained (The Mage Shifter War Book 2)

by Ann Denton

  I shivered in delight, every single nerve ending in my body pulsing with this new sensation.

  Easton shivered against my mouth and then pulled back. "Did you feel that too?" he asked me.

  As soon as he pulled away, that delicious, heady, cusp-of-orgasm tingle ended. The warmth receded and the fullness of Bodie filling my ass returned. "I think it's when the three of us are connected," I gasped.

  "Not. Fucking. Possible," Bodie countered, grunting with each stroke.

  "Easton?" I reached down and propped up one of my breasts, asking him to touch it without words.

  East's blond head sunk down and his lips closed over my nipple. Yes. Immediately, the hot, pulsing desire washed over us all like the surf over the sand.

  "Damn it, Easton!" Bodie moaned. "Stop for a second or you're gonna make me come."

  Easton released my nipple, making me want to sob in frustration. I'd been so close.

  But then I reminded myself that this whole thing was for my mates. Not me. Them. I needed to be whatever they needed.

  I smiled softly at Easton. He needed reassurance. His entire face lit up when he saw me looking at him that way.

  Bodie smacked my ass again. "Don't look at him! You. Belong. To. Me."

  I gave Easton one last smile before I reached down to the floor, lowered my head, and let my breasts dangle beneath me.

  "She belongs to both of us," Easton growled, one of his hands fisting in my hair and yanking me back up.

  Oh god, yes.

  I didn’t want them fist-fighting. But yanking me around? About to double team me? That was hot as fuck. I licked my lips as I stared up at him, hoping he'd take out his thick cock and force it down my throat.

  "She does not. She’s mine," Bodie yelled. But it was the yell of a man who knew he was already defeated.

  "Bodie," I interjected, feeling his heartache resonate in my chest. The mate bond was precious to him. It had been from the very first moment we'd found it.

  From that second forward, he'd been so careful to cherish me. And I hadn't done the same. My heart cracked as I thought that. Just when I'd promised I believed in us, the mate magic ripped me away. There wasn't anything I could do to reverse that. But there was one thing I could give him that I hadn't yet. "Bodie, I love you."

  Bodie yanked me up by the hair and his hand went around my neck. "Don't."

  A tear slid down my face.

  He was right. I shouldn't have said that. I did love him. But I should never have confessed it that way.

  Easton immediately pressed against my front and pried Bodie's hands off. "Stop punishing her for something she can't control!"

  "She said she'd stay away from you."

  "She thought I was fucking dying!"

  "Bullshit!"

  "I took a silver bullet, Bodie."

  Bodie froze. "You wouldn't be healed now if that was true."

  "She dug it out of my chest. Kissed my forehead. Then tried to hold off the stick-wielding fuckers so they couldn't get to me."

  Silence met Easton’s confession.

  Easton's hand came up once more to my face. "She is mated to both of us. You know it. You feel it." Easton's fingers traveled down my neck over my pulse, traced my collar bones and then tweaked a nipple. Immediately, pleasure shot through all of us.

  "She wouldn't betray you. I wouldn't betray you. We both need you." Easton confessed.

  Bodie howled, and the fingers gripping my hips turned into werewolf claws. I had no idea if the rest of him had shifted, I was too near the edge.

  "Please, Bodie," I begged. "Please... I need both my mates."

  Easton tweaked again and Bodie clamped down on my hips. I felt him push his shaft deep inside me, before slowly drawing back out. He pulled out all the way. For a moment, I was terrified he was going to walk out on us. To leave and never look back.

  But then Bodie said, "Ride him. And then I'm gonna ream your ass so hard that you won't be able to walk straight for three days."

  My lusting mind reeled from his words, but I didn't let him see it. "Promises promises."

  He smacked my ass hard. "Easton, get undressed. And fuck our mate."

  Easton was naked faster than I could blink. And once he was nude, I didn't want to blink. My new mate was Atlas. He was so big he could carry the world. He was all massive muscles and incredible planes. And his dick. I'd been right. His dick was a mountain, a huge red peak. I couldn't wait to climb it.

  I leaned forward to take that monster cock in my mouth, but Easton stopped me. He scooped me up and held me tight in a hug, before giving me a tender kiss. Where Bodie was darkness, Easton was light.

  "Aubry, you're so beautiful," he said softly. And instead of those sweet, saccharine words turning my stomach sour like they normally did coming from any other man, they lit me up inside like a little girl who'd just discovered a rainbow.

  Easton set me back on my feet and continued to rain gentle kisses down on me as his massive fingers traced the edges of my body, down the sides of my breasts and stomach and hips.

  He was slow and gentle until Bodie threatened, "I'm gonna fuck her twice before your cock touches her once if you keep taking your sweet ass time."

  That spurred Easton on. And the hot, aggressive side of him came barreling out. He hitched one of my legs up and held it under the knee, then pressed closer to me. The heat of his massive member made my entire cunt throb with need. Easton rubbed himself over my opening. And that alone felt so good that I had to resist throwing my head back and pretend he'd ordered me to stay still.

  "Can you hover so I can kiss you?" he asked softly.

  I fluttered my wings and rose into the air about four inches, so that my mouth could reach Easton's. His massive hands came to my ass and he kneaded it for a couple seconds before he slid slowly into me.

  I nearly fell out of the air, nearly forgot to fly.

  Bodie caught me. He came up behind and held me still, biting my earlobe and whispering, "Take it, Butterfly. Take it."

  I moaned and panted and moaned again as Easton pumped gently with only the first half of his cock inside me. Even with the bear shifter's hand on my clit, slowly circling, it was almost too much. Easton was so fucking big that every single movement of his cock shot sensation through my pussy lips.

  The bear shifter’s fingers started to move faster when half his huge shaft was finally inside me. He pulled back from our kiss. "Spitfire, I wanna fuck you so bad but I don't wanna hurt you—"

  Bodie's hands grabbed my shoulders and shoved me all the way down on Easton's dick before the bear shifter could finish his sentence.

  "No!" Easton cried in fear.

  "Yes!" Bodie and I both shouted.

  The bear in Easton took over and he yanked me away from Bodie. At first, I thought it was because he was going to be gentle and pull out and apologize. To my delight, Easton just spun and rammed me up against the wall. Then he started to fuck me so hard it felt like the building was shaking.

  "Mate," he grunted. "Mate." His claws came out, like they would during a fight, and they were so strong that when he raked down the wall behind me, concrete crumbs rained down. That show of force just made me hotter.

  "Easton," I panted. "Can I come?" My hand started to reach for my clit.

  But my sweet mate reached down and smacked it away. "You can only come if Bodie says you can."

  Fucking hell.

  This was the hottest sex I'd ever had. I looked over Easton's shoulder, watching Bodie stroke himself at the sight of us, me with my wings and legs splayed, pinned to the wall like a damned butterfly by Easton's cock.

  "No," Bodie shook his head.

  I lowered my hand, halfway disappointed, halfway excited by his dominance.

  "You only get to come when both our cocks are inside you at the same time." Bodie gave an evil grin.

  "But..." the protest died on my lips. Easton was so fucking huge. It wouldn't be possible. No way—

  Easton yanked his claws out of the wa
ll, shifted them back to hands, and then carefully walked backward a few steps. Keeping us connected, he slowly lowered himself to the ground and pulled me forward on top of him.

  "I want those tits, Spitfire," Easton growled.

  I had to stretch so he could take my nipple in his mouth. But the second he latched, Bodie slammed into me again. The pain and pleasure and that new, magical heat all swept over me at once.

  I came with a scream that made Easton reach up and clamp a hand over my mouth.

  "Museum isn't open just yet," he smirked. "But I don't think the world is ready to have you as an exhibit."

  I laughed. But then my mates fucked the humor right out of me. They moved in tandem and gave me three more orgasms in a row. We collapsed in an exhausted sweaty heap among the rubble. I wanted to lay there with my mates in a contented cuddle for hours.

  But we only got two minutes before Drake busted into the room and said, "That psychopath has attacked a shifter school."

  5

  Aubry

  My mates and I stumbled out of our naked tangle in a panic. I’d never felt more exposed or vulnerable—not because of my body, but because my mind kept flashing me images of those little shifter kids Easton had introduced me to a few days ago.

  Someone had attacked a school? Full of kids?

  "What the fuck happened?" I asked, as I struggled back into my panties. "What psychopath?"

  Drake leveled me with a flat stare, completely unfazed by my nakedness. "Triton."

  His words blasted through my chest. What? My lips immediately pursed. "What makes you think it's him?"

  "Oh, for fuck's sake, Aubry," Drake cried, throwing his arm in my general direction. "Use that gnat-sized brain of yours! Your BFF is hunting me down for what I did to his parents, and he's not going to stop until one of us is dead."

  It felt like I’d been slapped. But not so much by Drake’s words; he was always an asshat-munching set of donkey balls. By Trite’s actions. Who the hell was the man I’d called best friend? Yeah, I knew he had a dark side, but this? Fuck... he was Darth Sidious.

  Who could attack a school of children? I thought about Trite’s tension since he’d joined the council. He’d been gone more days than not—claiming he was with his mentor Citrine. And then there was his smoking habit that had really been an arsonist habit.

  I realized that whoever I used to know in college wasn’t Trite anymore. He’d transformed into something else. The earth had shifted and cracked and the tectonic plates had created new continents. I was on one, and he was on another, an entire ocean away.

  I bit my lip and held in my sadness. Because whatever I’d lost, whatever friendship we’d had at one point, it had clearly become an illusion. Whatever these shifter parents had lost was far more real.

  I shook my head and tossed the Hawaiian shirt across my shoulders, preparing to do up the buttons. I wondered what the guys’ next move would be, and if I’d be included. Did I want to be? Was it hunting down Trite? Could I handle that? There were too many questions this early in the morning, without sleep or coffee or even chocolate to cope.

  "Take that stupid fucking shirt off," Drake said, eyes sparking gold as he spun around and strode into the next room.

  Bodie and Easton shared curious glances, like they weren't even sure what to make of their insane almighty leader. At least I wasn’t the only one who didn’t seem to know what came next.

  Drake reentered carrying a black duffel bag over his shoulder. Dropping it on the ground, he fished around inside and tossed each of us some random clothes.

  "You can't wear the same gaudy outfits we arrived in," he said, as if we were stupid. "You wanna get caught? That's how you fucking get caught. And we can't come back to the museum, either. We need a new hole to hide in."

  "But we just got here," Easton said as he shrugged on a tight pair of pale blue jeans. They were clearly not his size and I had no idea how he was going to get his junk tucked into the front. But I was damn sure going to enjoy watching him try.

  Bodie grunted as he tugged on a black t-shirt. "You wanna get caught?" he asked, mimicking Drake. I wasn't sure if it was sarcasm or if the phrase had just been drilled into his head. "New phones, new vehicles, new places. Those are the rules. Unpredictability is the name of the game. The minute they sense a pattern, they'll nail you down like sheetrock and paint you in red."

  I stayed silent as I slipped into a new pair of black skinny jeans. He wasn't wrong. Mage Police ate, shit, and breathed psychology and criminal behaviorism. If there was a pattern to be found, they'd analyze and exploit it like a pimp did a prostitute. Hell, sometimes they could even come to the next logical conclusion before the suspect did, blindsiding them at the finish line. The precinct even had a term for those ops: "Soothsayers."

  We needed to be random as fuck.

  I dragged a silky, lavender tank top over my head that was low-cut and sexy enough to be a nightie, and pulled my silvery white hair up into a high ponytail. Drake tossed a set of knee-high black boots at me, next. Thank god they weren't hooker heels; I'd actually be able to run in them or climb or whatever else we might need to do.

  "Hurry the fuck up and lace those things," Drake growled.

  I thought about throwing the shoe right back at him and nailing him in his stupid face. "I'm not the one who picked knee-high boots with a hundred eyelets and three feet worth of laces!"

  Bodie grinned. "No, I picked out all your outfits. And damn, do you ever look good in purple."

  Easton hummed in approval. "She really does."

  Figures. He was right, I looked pretty damn good, but my tits were just one dip in the road away from bouncing right out of my top. Car rides were gonna be an issue.

  "And another thing," Drake roared, turning toward my golden Honey Graham—Bodie's nickname for Easton had kinda stuck with me, "Why the fuck were you naked on the floor with them? You couldn't decide whose claim had been staked the deepest? You had to fucking sink your dicks in too?"

  Bodie glared over at Easton, as if he'd just remembered he was mad at him. "We're both her mates."

  Drake fucking laughed out loud. "No. You're both insane. Larry!" He turned his head toward the other room. "Hurry the fuck up with that cat carrier! And Russ, if you pack up those guns any fucking slower you may as well just shoot yourself. The MPs are gonna be all over us before we're even armed!"

  Larry rushed in just as soon as I was done threading my boots, the cat carrier hanging from his long, scrawny arm. Tee slept peacefully inside, looking like a porcelain doll rather than the snarky shit she was. My stomach twisted and my throat tightened up. Was she okay? Had something happened to her? Larry wasn't the best mage I'd ever met. Had he fucked her up so irreversibly that she'd never wake?

  God, I couldn't even think of that right now. Not when I had other, even more deranged shit to deal with. Like my best friend blowing up a school full of kids... My stomach twisted further, wringing the hope right out of me like a dirty washcloth. Drake still hadn’t really explained himself.

  I turned and asked again. "Why the fuck would Trite attack a school?"

  "Because..." Drake swallowed hard and his jaw tightened. "I used it on my escape route to get here. And after I went in, I went underground. He wouldn’t have seen me come out. Can’t be sure someone else didn’t tail me, too. So we need to move on."

  My stomach clenched and I felt like I might hurl. But I swallowed the bile back down. "And what’s our next move?"

  Drake’s face was hard as he said, "We need to go see if we can help. That’s first, before anything else."

  I nodded. Drake would always rush into the fire for these shifters. Whether he knew it or not, he was predictable that way. An alpha took care of his pack, and Drake considered himself the alpha of Los Angeles. It wasn’t that different from how a dom cared for his sub... I shoved that thought away. Nope. My pussy was aching from the massive pounding I’d just gotten. That was it. Nothing else.

  Russ, aka Stranger Danger, ar
rived a moment later, with a new, longer black duffel bag strung up on his shoulder. Between Drake's black bag full of random clothing and shoes, Larry's carrier holding Tee, Russ's weapons bag, and our unwashed hair after the fight, we must've looked like a band of traveling hippies two weeks late to an outdoor music festival.

  We kept our heads down, but not too far down—we didn't want to appear suspicious, after all. Nothing suspicious about a gang of criminals carting around disguises, weapons, and prisoners. Nope. My nerves jangled like keys in my pockets. Damn. I was used to being on the other side of things. This side was way more stressful.

  We got a few sideways glances in the museum as we strolled through behind Larry, a few reluctant head nods, but otherwise, we made it out to the street without any hitches. A shitty Chrysler minivan met us in the alley and Drake, Larry, and Russ slid inside as casual as if they were on their way to soccer practice. Between them and the bags, there wasn’t enough room for the rest of us.

  "Your ride should be here in thirty seconds," Drake said, his arm propped up on the doorframe and head casually hanging out the open window in the front passenger seat.

  The driver leaned forward and waved. His greasy hair definitely added to our hippie vibe. "Hey, Fuzzball! Long time no see, man! Life been treating you well?"

  To my surprise, Bodie grinned rather than scowled. "’Bout as good as it can be for a man who kills people for a living."

  "Yeah, man, I was gonna ask how work was but..."

  "Would you just fucking drive?" Drake snapped.

  "Later, Fuzzy!" The driver gave Bodie a peace sign that Drake immediately smacked down.

  Bodie sniffed out a tiny laugh. "Later, Drew."

  The smoke from the Chrysler's exhaust hadn't even disappeared around the corner when another car pulled up. The tinted window lowered and a big guy with black hair and a matching beard appeared. He had reflective aviators on, and his jaw worked like he was annihilating a piece of nicotine gum.

  "You," Easton growled. I turned around to find his eyes flashing gold.