“Lie on your back,” Garrett ordered, rubbing his back. “Aiden will ride you while I fuck you.”
“H-How will that work?” Aiden sounded confused, but he started moving, pulling away from Pestilence’s touch.
Garrett’s grin appeared feral. “Trust me.” He pointed. “Hand me the lube.”
Nodding, Pestilence obeyed. While Aiden rolled to his knees and handed Garrett the lube, Pestilence sprawled onto his back. He arched one brow when his chosen vampire pulled him forward, drawing his ass to the edge of the bed.
After taking the lube, Garrett helped Aiden straddle Pestilence’s waist. “Take him in, sweetheart,” he crooned into their human’s ear. “Sink down and ride him slow and easy while I open him up.”
Nibbling his lip, Aiden nodded.
Pestilence groaned as he stared between them.
Garrett poured slick onto his right hand, then closed the tube and tossed it aside. With his now-free left hand, he grabbed Pestilence’s erection and pointed it upward. As Aiden touched his hole to the head of his dick, Garrett began massaging his opening.
Breathing deeply, Pestilence did his best not to clench... and tremble. Aiden’s body opened, encasing his crown in gripping heat, and sweat beaded on his skin. As Garrett pushed a long finger into his chute, Aiden lowered onto his cock.
The feel of the human surrounding him felt different than the vampire—not better or worse, just different. His silky walls milked him eagerly. His channel already held plenty of moisture that made moving in and out easy.
As Aiden rested his hands on Pestilence’s chest and began fucking himself on his cock, his human groaned low and needy. He tipped his head back, and his smile appeared almost loopy. Aiden’s movements were slow and languorous as he raised and lowered himself on Pestilence’s dick, looking for all the world as if he never wanted to be anywhere ever again.
“Aiden,” Pestilence rumbled, resting his hands on Aiden’s hips. “So good. So beautiful. Gods.” He didn’t try to control his sweet human’s movements, just held him. “Feel so fantastic.”
Opening his eyes, Aiden peered down at him. He smiled, the expression one of feral intensity. “You reach so deep, Pest,” he murmured with a hum. “So very deep.” Settling his ass against Pestilence’s groin, he wriggled, as if relishing feeling his prick embedded within him. “Love it.”
While Pestilence recognized the fact that Garrett was opening his ass, he couldn’t focus on it. Instead, all he could do was stare in wonder at Aiden. He figured that had been Garrett’s intention.
Whatever. It worked.
Pestilence watched as Aiden’s short, thick dick bobbed from his shaved groin. He admired the lines of muscle in his arms and chest. The beads of sweat gliding down Aiden’s temples, neck, and chest begged to be licked... as did the pre-cum drooling from his slit.
His mouth watered, and he groaned.
Sliding his arms up and around Aiden’s back, Pestilence drew his chosen human to him. He slid his arm up his back to cradle his neck. Clenching his gut, he rocked up and captured Aiden’s mouth.
“Gods, such a perfect sight,” Garrett rumbled, his voice husky and deep. “Keep kissing. Gonna fuck you now and make you spill in Aiden.”
Pestilence moaned into Aiden’s mouth. He didn’t fight it when Garrett moved his feet wider, propping them on the edge of the bed. He continued to urge Aiden to rise and fall on his dick until he felt something pop past his opening.
Breaking the kiss, Pestilence sucked in a surprised gasp. He tensed. While it didn’t truly hurt, it felt... odd.
“Relax,” Aiden urged, petting his face. He threaded his fingers through Pestilence’s hair, tugging lightly. “So silky and smooth, just like I thought.” His green eyes remained dark with pleasure as he rocked backward and took Pestilence to the root again. Aiden sighed. “Gods, you’re long. Feel you in my throat.”
Garrett chuckled roughly, peering over Aiden’s shoulder. His deep brown eyes held a mixture of mirth and lust. “Like it deep, sweetheart?”
Aiden rested against Garrett and peered over his shoulder at him. “You’re thicker. Stretch me more.” He hummed and wriggled on Pestilence’s prick. “Love how you both feel.”
Pestilence suddenly realized that Garrett had stopped moving... because he was embedded fully inside him. The stretch didn’t hurt, and the way the vampire rocked just a smidge to tease his prostate sent fiery tendrils through his groin. His chosen vampire wasn’t kidding about fucking him into spilling in Aiden.
Moaning roughly, Pestilence clenched around Garrett’s erection. He then popped his hips up a little, searching for friction on his throbbing shaft. Aiden rocked forward, returning his hands to Pestilence’s chest, sliding his palms over his pectorals.
Feeling Aiden flick his nipples, Pestilence groaned and bucked again.
“Relax, Pestilence,” Garrett urged. “Let us pleasure you.” He rested one hand on Pestilence’s hip and the other on Aiden’s side. “Ride him, Aiden. Our lover needs it.”
“Yessss,” Aiden muttered, beginning to move much more swiftly than before. “Love fucking myself on your dick.”
While Pestilence could have broken Garrett’s hold on his hip, he didn’t. He allowed his chosen vampire to lead... and it felt exquisite. The view was a damn amazing sight, too.
Aiden bounced on his dick, his expression eager and blissed-out. His prick bobbed before him, drooling pre-cum. Each bounce drew the most erotic moans and whimpers from Aiden’s kiss-swollen lips.
When Pestilence peered over Aiden’s shoulder, he spotted Garrett’s feral expression. His vampire’s eyes were blood red, and his lips were peeled back from his lips. Best of all was the look of adoration etched across his features... and it wasn’t directed only at Aiden.
Garrett glanced between Aiden and Pestilence, his gaze sweeping over them both. He was licking his lips and grunting and huffing roughly. His body rocked as he slammed into Pestilence over and over.
On every second or third stroke, Garrett nailed Pestilence’s prostate.
Between the beauty bouncing on his dick and the continued stimulation to his pleasure button, Pestilence knew he wasn’t going to last... at all. His balls pulled tight again, and a fresh orgasmic wave rolled over his system. As he poured his essence into Aiden’s body, he clenched rhythmically on Garrett’s erection.
Hearing Garrett’s bark of pleasure and feeling his heat warm him from the inside out, Pestilence moaned.
I could get used to that.
As soon as Garrett sank his fangs into Aiden’s neck, Pestilence grabbed them both and pulled them to him. He opened his mouth and sank his sharp teeth into his human’s flesh. As he drank his lover’s iron-rich, life-giving fluid, Pestilence felt their bond snap into place, complete and unbreakable.
I’ll make certain it ends up being for all time.
Pestilence couldn’t imagine his life without these two men in it... even after such a short time.
Chapter Eight
Waking once more, Aiden smiled as he blinked open his eyes. He glanced left and right, admiring the men on either side of him. Facing Pestilence on his right, Aiden was partially draped over him, his head on his shoulder. His backside was being warmed by Garrett, who was snuggled against him.
“Welcome back, sweet chosen,” Pestilence murmured softly. He rubbed his fingers through Aiden’s hair, pushing the damp locks from his face. “Thank you for choosing to live, for choosing me.”
“Thank you for giving me Garrett,” Aiden whispered, smiling up at Pestilence. Lifting his arm, he traced over the horseman’s thin lips. “For saving me.”
“I’m sorry you needed saving.” Garrett’s deep voice sounded behind him, rough from sleep. Scraping his teeth along Aiden’s shoulder, he muttered, “I should have gotten to you sooner. Gods, Aiden. I almost lost you.”
Aiden turned a little, frowning at Garrett. “And if I had yelled for you as soon as the vampire walked in and sp
oke, this wouldn’t have happened, either,” he pointed out. Rubbing his hand over Garrett’s shoulder and up his neck, he squeezed lightly, trying to soothe his vampire. “I froze, so technically, it’s my fault.”
Pestilence sighed deeply, his long arms reaching around them both. “Technically, it’s the rogue vampire’s fault,” he pointed out before pressing a kiss to Aiden’s temple. Then he levered up on his elbow and leaned over him to press a swift kiss to Garrett’s temple. As Pestilence settled against Aiden’s side, he propped his head on his hand, his expression serious. “Human or paranormal, the skein of your life is weaved by the Moirai. You’re born, you live, and you die. When it’s time for your life-strand to be cut, no one can stop that.”
Aiden gaped for an instant, then snickered. “Uh, you did.”
Chuckling, Pestilence smiled at him. “In reality, I pulled you out of the tapestry altogether, so you’re no longer bound by the Moirai.”
“Why?” Aiden asked curiously. “Why would you bother?”
Pestilence hummed as he swept his gaze down Aiden’s body, then over to Garrett’s and back up his. “Why save a stranger?” His smile turned heated as he winked. “You ask that after we’ve bonded and are lying in bed together?”
Aiden relaxed on the pillow between them, surprised at how comfortable he felt lying naked between the two men. With their heat warming him, he didn’t even need a blanket. Still, he couldn’t help resting one hand on his rounded belly.
“I am curious myself,” Garrett added softly with furrowed brows. “You owed us nothing. What if it turns out we’re not compatible?”
“That’s a risk in any relationship,” Pestilence reminded them before sighing deeply. He eased to a sitting position. “I suppose we all have baggage.”
Aiden followed his example and eased to a sitting position, moving beside him with his back against the headboard. He felt his chute muscles twinge. To his surprise, however, he didn’t feel dirty.
“One of you cleaned me,” Aiden blurted out. Feeling his cheeks heat, he wrapped his arms around himself in embarrassment. “Uh, sorry I passed out.”
Pestilence chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Aiden on one side. Garrett slotted up on his other side. Then they threaded their fingers together over Aiden’s arms.
“I love that we gave you so much pleasure that you passed out, Aiden,” Pestilence told him, surprising Aiden with an eyebrow waggle and a smirk. “Since I hadn’t had sex in centuries, it was a great boost to my ego.”
“Is that why you chose us?” Garrett asked, squeezing their twined fingers. “For sex?”
Shrugging, Pestilence told them, “Not just sex. Over the last couple of years, I watched a couple of my brothers find chosen companions.” His pale cheeks took on a pinkish hue, and he cleared his throat. “While I have hundreds of demons living and working at the estate, they are like my children. I feel no attraction to them.”
“You were lonely,” Aiden murmured, understanding. He smiled up at Pestilence, who appeared so very uncomfortable. “You wanted friends. Someone to care for, and who would care for you.”
Pestilence nodded once. “I did.”
Garrett licked his lips, his expression turning thoughtful. “So, what drew you to us?”
“Well.” The pink on Pestilence’s face darkened. “I asked Death to keep an eye out for me. Um, for a couple facing separation, who might be willing to accept the love of a third in order to stay together.” After clearing his throat, Pestilence added, “I really don’t know how he settled on you, but I trust my brother enough that he’d choose someone compatible.”
Aiden’s mind reeled. Pestilence had asked his brother, and Death had chosen them. Aiden wondered what criteria the other horseman had used. Then he realized it didn’t really matter.
“Well, thank you,” Aiden stated. Smiling at Pestilence, taking in his worried expression, he bumped his shoulder into the other man’s upper arm. “Regardless of how Death chose, I’m grateful.” Another thought occurred, and he glanced down at himself. “I hope you’re not disappointed.”
Garrett growled, obviously guessing where his mind had gone. While rubbing their twined fingers over Aiden’s slightly rounded belly, he grumbled, “There’s nothing wrong with your body, sweetheart. I wish you’d believe me.”
Pestilence evidently caught on, for he cocked his head and stated, “I enjoy your softness, Aiden.” Then he met Garrett’s gaze. “Just as I enjoy Garrett’s hard muscles. You’re different. Unique.” Pestilence refocused on Aiden’s face, his amber eyes lighting up with renewed heat. “I can’t wait to take my time exploring you both. I—”
Pausing, Pestilence tipped his head to the side. A wince twisted his features. He closed his eyes and rested the back of his head against the headboard as he began a series of slow inhalations.
“Pest?” Aiden asked tentatively. He exchanged a look with Garrett. Untangling one arm, he rubbed a hand over Pestilence’s side. “Are you okay?” Considering the horseman’s expression, Aiden decided that was a ridiculous question, so he tried again. “What’s wrong?”
Garrett used the hand he had behind Aiden to grip Pestilence’s shoulder. “How can we help?”
A slight smile eased Pestilence’s contorted expression. “Just being here helps,” he whispered. Opening his eyes, he glanced between them. “I just lost a demon.”
“Lost a—” Garrett began, then snapped his mouth shut. He rubbed over his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s horrible,” Aiden murmured, knowing he was just as confused as Garrett. Disentangling himself from between the men, he eased around Pestilence and settled on his other side. “Um, how do you know?” Aiden asked, cuddling up to the horseman.
To Aiden’s relief, Garrett immediately eased into Aiden’s prior position. He wrapped around Pestilence, too. They both rubbed their hands over their horseman’s chest, attempting to soothe him.
Pestilence’s tense body relaxed under their ministrations. “A horseman is connected with their demons. Not on the same level as I am with you,” he told them, trying to clarify. “When one is killed, I feel the thread snap.”
“Oh, wow,” Aiden murmured, unable to fathom it. “Does it hurt much?”
Grimacing, Pestilence shook his head. “It’s not so much painful as... saddening.” Then he smiled faintly at them. “Thank you for your comfort.”
“Of course,” Garrett rumbled, sliding his hand up to cup Pestilence’s jaw. “Anytime.”
“Always,” Aiden added.
Then Garrett leaned forward and captured Pestilence’s lips. He watched the vampire slide his tongue into the other man’s mouth. His lips teased and massaged the horseman’s.
Aiden’s heart sped up, and blood flowed south. A couple of days ago, if anyone had told him he would watch his lover of nearly three years make out with another and not feel jealous, he would have never believed it. He certainly would never had thought he would get turned on by it.
But I am. Damn, that’s hawt.
Unable to help himself, Aiden reached down and touched his plumping dick lightly. He moved his penis to a more comfortable position. Even that light stimulation caused him to thicken even more.
When Garrett broke the kiss, he chuckled huskily. “I’d meant that to be a soothing kiss.” His eyes had begun to bleed to red as he turned his attention to Aiden while still petting Pestilence’s jaw. “Not start another round, but damn, you always smell so good, sweetheart.”
Pestilence’s nostrils flared, and he reached out to Aiden. “He’s so right,” he muttered, cupping his jaw and pulling away from Garrett. “Come here.”
Aiden went eagerly.
Just before Pestilence sealed his lips to Aiden’s, he groaned. “Shit, I can’t do this right now.” He pecked a kiss to Aiden’s lips, then rested their foreheads together. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I need to go.”
Disappointment filled Aiden, and he couldn’t help the whine in his v
oice when he asked, “You do? Why?”
Pestilence pecked Aiden’s lips again, then drew away a little. After glancing at Garrett, he explained, “With Diderman deceased, I need to find out if he completed his task.” After swiping his thumb along Aiden’s jaw, Pestilence released him. “If not, I must assign another demon to complete it right away.”
As disappointed as Aiden felt, he nodded. “Duty calls. I get it.” Slipping from the bed, he asked, “How do you know it’s Diderman? More of that connection thingy?” Walking away from the bed, Aiden peered around the room. “Um. Do I have any clothes here?”
I came in a hospital gown, right?
“Yes. More of that connection thingy,” Pestilence told him, sounding amused. “I had a couple of my demons fetch clothes that should fit you. Garrett, too.” He beckoned as he walked to a large wardrobe, then threw open the doors. “Feel free to go through anything. This is your home now.”
“My home?” Aiden murmured as he began opening and closing drawers and cupboards. “Will I have a chance to get anything from the coven?”
Garrett rested his hand on Aiden’s shoulder, rubbing lightly. “The coven isn’t safe, Aiden,” he told him.
Suddenly, Aiden recalled Garrett’s injuries in the hospital room before his freak-out. “Did someone at the coven do that to you?” When Garrett nodded, Aiden gasped. “Why?”
Standing there naked in Pestilence’s opulent bedroom, Garrett explained what had happened between him and his coven.
Fear slithered up Aiden’s spine. “Th-They were going t-to wipe my mind?” A tremble worked through him, and he wrapped his arms tight around himself. “I-I can never go back.”
Two pairs of arms wrapped around Aiden. He leaned into the embraces of his lovers, taking comfort. Resting his temple against Garrett’s familiar, broad pectoral, he offered Pestilence a thankful smile.
Pestilence smiled back, looking reassuring. “By bonding with me, you will never have to worry about a vampire’s mental manipulation abilities again.”
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