Fate's Fools Box Set

by Bell, Ophelia

  I slid my fingers out of her and added my pinky, overlapping the four as I pushed back in and twisted until my thumb rested against her clit. She whimpered and her opening clenched around my hand, squeezing and releasing repeatedly.

  Fucking hell, I wanted to be inside her. Looking down at her parted folds, my dick ached to sink into where my hand was now, to feel that tight sheath grasping and sucking. I’d have happily made love to her right here, even with Keagan looking on. I wondered if the fact that he was involved leaned far enough into the realm of kinky perversion that it precluded any ability to bring emotion into the mix. Would it even be making love if all it was about was getting her off? Could I ever just fuck her?

  “Jesus,” I muttered, closing my eyes and shaking my head. “I’m fucking losing it here.”

  Keagan’s deep chuckle calmed me somewhat, but the unbearable need remained. “Tell me what you need, man.”

  I leaned in and pressed a kiss to Deva’s mouth, groaning at the soft velvet of her tongue sliding along my lips and the hungry nip she gave my lower lip. Her legs hooked around me, but I urged them apart again. “No, angel. I need you to turn around, please.” It was a struggle not to sound like I was begging, but somehow I knew it would be easier if I wasn’t tempted to look into her eyes.

  She gave me a saucy smile and slid off Keagan’s lap and onto her feet, looking down at me. Her breasts were at eye level where I rested on my knees in the warm water, and she cupped my chin, bending to kiss me before turning and showing me her perfect, round ass. She rested both hands on Keagan’s knees and bent low, spreading her thighs for me at the same time.

  Now my entire world was filled with the sight of her glistening, open pussy and the tight ring of her asshole. I pressed my thumb to the puckered opening, dragging it down until it dipped into the slick give of her other entrance, then back up, spreading her juices around and around until she moaned a desperate, “Yes, oh please, yes.”

  With that, I pushed my fingers back into her pussy, easing them in until all four were squeezed tight again and fucking slowly in and out. Then I lowered my head, darted out my tongue, and swirled the tip around that tight, glistening rear hole. My ears filled with the sounds she made, the tightening of her muscles around my hand, and the clench and release of her rear opening teasing back at my tongue.

  Her pussy grasped at my fingers, and when her hips began pushing back against me with increasingly needy abandon, I decided it was time. I withdrew my fingers and added my thumb, pushing back into her slowly, gaze fixed on her spread opening stretching around my entire hand and her body quivering with pleasure.

  “You and I can share that tight snatch when you’re ready,” Keagan rumbled. He had his hand resting against the side of her head where her cheek was pressed to his thigh. He gently brushed her hair off her forehead and looked down at her with tenderness at odds with the moment. “Would you like that, princess? Both our dicks buried in that tight pussy fucking you?”

  I don’t think he knew how fucking cruel a question he’d just asked.

  Her answer was a swipe of that crazy long tongue. It darted out of her mouth to wrap around his stiff cock. She lifted back up, bracing hands on her thighs as she took him fully in her mouth. Keagan let out a rough groan and leaned back on his hands, staring down at her bobbing head like she was some gift from heaven. With each lift of her head, she rocked back against my hand, moving quicker and quicker until I grasped the need to keep a faster pace. I fucked into her, marveling at how rough I could be, yet still hear her moans of pleasure as she sucked Keagan faster and harder.

  He let out a strangled roar at the same time she moaned around his dick, her body shivering and a series of tremors coursing down her spine as her muscles clamped and spasmed around my hand.

  Keagan sagged with a limp hand on her shoulder as she slipped her lips off his cock. When the spasms subsided, I eased my hand out of her and she collapsed into my arms. I caught her before she could sink beneath the water and held her close, my heart aching at the flushed and beautiful glow she’d acquired in the past few moments.

  “Jesus Christ, you’re stunning,” I murmured, and she gave me an inebriated smile, then sighed and closed her eyes.

  “Sundance essence,” she murmured, then nuzzled my neck, sliding her arms around it at the same time. I gave Keagan a sardonic look.

  “Was this what you expected?” I asked.

  He blinked lazily at me a few times, letting out a long, satisfied sigh. “Didn’t expect the blowjob, but yeah, I was hoping she’d relax after a good servicing. You nailed it, by the way.” He tilted his head to one side, then the other, cracking his neck before standing and stepping out of the tub. “Let’s get Sleeping Beauty into bed. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

  I climbed out, carefully navigating the steps with Deva cradled in my arms. She was heavier than she looked, clinging to me half-asleep, but the soft press of her warm, naked flesh against mine made it hard to care about the effort it took to carry her.

  Keagan stopped me at the bottom step, draped a towel over her, and began to dry her off as gently as a parent would a child. He didn’t stop with her, though. Once she was dry, he grabbed a second towel and walked around me, patting lightly at my back and down my ass and legs. He pushed the soft terrycloth between my thighs from behind, gently squeezing my balls until I hissed with the surge of arousal shooting through my still achingly hard dick.

  “Dude, I’m going to fucking lose it if you don’t stop.”

  “I’ve got you,” he rumbled from behind me. “Take her to bed and I’ll meet you there.”

  Deva kept her hands hooked around my neck as I crawled onto the bed. Keagan had turned the covers down and leaned over to fluff the pillow before I laid her down.

  “I need you so much,” she whispered, her desperate plea sinking into my heart.

  “I know, angel,” I whispered back, wishing like hell things were different.

  Keagan’s hand on my shoulder brought me back to the present, and I tore my gaze away from Deva’s languid, drowsy form.

  “Lie down,” he said, squeezing my shoulder and pushing me backward. I resisted, half intending to slip back into the bathtub and have my way with myself when his other hand grazed my belly and slipped down to grip my cock.

  “Let me take care of you,” he said with more insistence, pushing harder on my shoulder.

  With his hand on my dick, I lost the ability for more complex thought and fell back against the pillows with a groan. Deva snuggled into me, her head resting on my chest. She watched, tracing her fingertips over the outlines of my tattoos, while Keagan slowly stroked my cock.

  I must have died and gone to heaven, because I really couldn’t fucking imagine a more perfect moment than having her in my arms while Keagan stroked me.

  “This is, like, normal for you guys, isn’t it?” I said, tilting my hips up into his hand. He squeezed me gently and I grunted from the spike of pleasure.

  “If you mean the ursa, yes. We aren’t allowed to fuck unmated females, but they still need sex. About every four years, they hit estrous, and if we don’t service them, the power can consume them. But pregnancy is an even bigger risk, so we improvise. I don’t think Deva’s in any danger, but it can’t hurt to practice.” He shifted his gaze and grinned.

  I lifted the hand that had been buried inside Deva’s pussy to the wrist and stared at it. “Fucking crazy,” I muttered, groaning as Keagan lowered his mouth to my cockhead and drew his tongue around the tip, the intense pleasure making me shudder.

  Deva took my hand, threading her fingers through mine, and hooked one leg over my thigh. Her warmth sank into me just as potently as her magic had when she’d orgasmed moments ago. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to that strange, gratifying rush, like hurtling across the water in the wind, except ten times more exhilarating.

  It was almost as good as the sensation of Keagan’s lips sliding down my shaft to the hilt and his throat taking me deep. He sucke
d hard enough to make me see stars, but before I could cry out, Deva’s lips found mine, grounding me again. I hung onto her like my life depended on it, my body claimed by the man whose mouth was wrapped around my cock, but my heart irrevocably under Deva’s spell.

  Thankfully, Keagan didn’t toy with me. He sucked me off fast and hard, releasing my dick only long enough to wet his fingers in his mouth, then burying them in my ass. The unexpected invasion made me curse, but the resulting pleasure obliterated any anger.

  With only a few quick thrusts into me, I lost it. I clutched Deva to me, threw my head back, and yelled as my cock spasmed against Keagan’s tongue. He rumbled low and deep, a growl that vibrated all the way through my cock and balls as I shot my load into his mouth.

  The room spun as I came down, only dimly aware of Keagan’s departure from between my thighs. I didn’t track where he went until Deva dug her nails into my chest and let out a breathy moan, sinking her teeth into my pec. I glanced over to see Keagan behind her, propped on his side with his mouth to her jaw. He had one of her thighs gripped in his hand, held high as he thrust his cock deep into her.

  I turned onto my side to face her, watching as her gorgeous features crumbled. She slipped one hand around my neck and I happily bent to kiss her, sliding my hand down her hip and between her thighs as our tongues tangled. She moaned into my mouth when I found her clit, and I swallowed her orgasmic cries when she came to pieces around Keagan’s cock with my fingers stroking her. Yet again, her magic flooded me, leaving me with the strange sense of immense possibility as long as I stayed close to this woman.

  I had no intention of ever leaving her side. As she snuggled close again and fell asleep against me, I glanced across her to Keagan. He said nothing, but the soft smile and the tenderness in his eyes was answer enough. He and I would do anything for this woman, and I was pretty damn sure the other guys shared that sentiment too.

  8

  Deva

  “I just won’t ride in the bus, end of discussion. Besides, it’s easier for me to track the hounds in a smaller, faster vehicle.”

  Ro and Keagan were terrible at hiding their disappointment, which only soured my own mood, but they didn’t argue. The truth was if I went ahead, Fate’s hounds might follow my trail and stay away from the others.

  “We’ll switch off,” Bodhi said, giving me a worried look. “Wouldn’t you rather sleep in a bed than the cramped cab of my truck? I’m not so precious with the thing that I won’t let someone else drive it.”

  I was tempted to tell him I’d take the truck alone, but doubted I could talk them into letting me drive solo. The truck was Bodhi’s, so he’d be driving the first leg of the trip while Willem helmed the tour bus.

  Bodhi stood with the driver’s door to his truck open, about to step in. Just outside the entrance to the parking garage, the enormous tour bus gleamed a shining black with chrome detailing that perfectly matched my guitar. The only difference was the Fate’s Fools emblem stretching across the side in a shimmering, pearlescent white.

  I’d stepped inside it long enough for the short tour and had briefly been trapped in the rear when Keagan and Rohan both came in to check it out too. It quickly became apparent we’d need to coordinate who rode where, because I couldn’t stay inside the tiny, cushy house on wheels with both of them.

  “Fine, we’ll switch off. You guys enjoy the ride for now. I want to get moving, get an idea which direction we should be headed in while the rest of the equipment gets loaded up.”

  Half of the gear that had been delivered was already in Bodhi’s truck, all his camping gear and windsurfing rigs having been stored somewhere locally. The other half was still being loaded into the bus along with the other supplies we’d need for an indefinite trip. The four hounds lurked in my periphery, sniffing at the hotel staff Kol Magnus had assigned to help us and blatantly soaking up the excess soul magic trickling off the bonds between my father and his mates as they looked on.

  I felt a little guilty about the hounds. I’d awakened to them piled on the bed that morning, basking in the glow of magic still emanating from me and Keagan, but hadn’t spent much time with either him or Rohan since, and so the magic of our fresh soul bond was faint. The hounds didn’t seem any worse off for the lack, but I hoped this wasn’t a permanent arrangement. All we had to do was find Maddie a soul mate, though I reminded myself that the second we got a lead on Sandor, we would have to shift directions.

  Maddie and Willem had gravitated closer, preparing to board the bus. They were still cautious, yet deferential toward each other, but when I shifted my gaze, I didn’t see any signs they’d shared their essences. Their auras were as clear as they’d been the night before, no threads of potential bonds forming that would have been apparent if they’d made love. I’d have to reassure Bodhi later that Willem had been a gentleman, even though I didn’t understand why it should matter. Despite the lack of a bond, there was an unmistakable attraction betrayed by the subtle pinkish flare of their auras when they looked at each other.

  We had opted not to hire any roadies, the guys insisting they could handle the tasks required of a tour staff. All we had going for us were Lukas and Iszak’s connections at a handful of music venues around the country. The hounds would determine where we wound up first.

  I slipped away from Bodhi’s side and went to my dad, who was in deep conversation with Ozzie and Llyr near the rear of the bus. I didn’t need to eavesdrop to know they were talking about me. Dad was giving orders to the other two, based on their ramrod postures and grim expressions. I suppressed my irritation at him, because his overprotective tendencies weren’t unfounded.

  I approached my dad from behind and slowed as I neared. Ozzie and Llyr both looked up at the same time, their shift in demeanor making Dad halt whatever tirade he’d been on.

  When he turned, the fierce military commander disappeared, his face relaxing and reflecting a boundless love I felt down to my toes. For the first time since leaving home, I realized I should have just talked to him instead of running away. He didn’t hold any blame whatsoever for the decision I’d made. Though I had the distinct impression he might be transferring any residual anger onto the pair of men who looked on while he wrapped me in his strong embrace.

  I gave Ozzy and Llyr an apologetic look, hugging my dad back. “I’m going to head out with Bodhi and the hounds with the truck. Thank you so much for coming. I miss you.”

  “I miss you, too, habibti,” he said, his accent thickening the way it did on the rare occasions he became emotional.

  Belah, Iszak, and Lukas appeared, and I found myself surrounded by the four, trading hugs and farewells.

  When we’d said our goodbyes, I slipped around to the other side of Bodhi’s truck, but before I could open the door, Rohan appeared and inserted himself between it and me, arms crossed.

  “Talk to me, baby. You were broadcasting something intense a few minutes ago, and I can’t get on that bus until you explain to me what’s going on. If I have to ride with you and Bodhi, I will—there’s room.”

  I eyed the cab, remembering how the four of us had crammed into it the day before on the way to the hotel. I’d been perfectly comfortable in the passenger seat, but the rear seats weren’t made for men the size of Keagan and Rohan, and they refused to make me sit back there. My gaze darted to Bodhi, who was sitting in the driver’s seat now, sliding the key into the ignition. He gave me a little wave and shot a curious look at Rohan.

  I raised my index finger at him and pulled Rohan a few feet away. “It’s the bloodline. After we mated, I couldn’t sense them at all because our soul bond blotted them out, but I’ve been able to sense my link to them again intermittently.”

  He nodded, his brow creasing in thought. “Can you sense them now?”

  “Not when you’re near me, no,” I said softly. “I can’t protect them if I can’t sense them. If the hounds aren’t breathing down our necks, I can’t help but worry that they’re finding other victims.”

/>   He nodded again and gave me a sad smile. “That isn’t the only thing bothering you, is it?”

  “As if that isn’t enough for me to worry about?” I asked, my frustration rising. When he crossed his arms, I raised my hands in exasperation.

  “Fine! You want to know what’s wrong? I’m pissed! And fucking frustrated. I can’t be with you because I love you so much it blots out the connection I have to all those souls who need me. I can’t be with you and Keagan together because it fucking hurts like some strange vibration deep inside me trying to rip me apart. And what’s worse is I think I know how to fix it, but I can’t. And I can’t be with Bodhi because my power might fucking break him.”

  I huffed to try to stave off the rising well of tears when I looked at Bodhi waiting for me in the truck. I was hoping this time alone with him would give us a chance to figure out how to move forward, or for me to figure out a way to convince him to let me go.

  Rohan’s brows twitched and he turned to look in the same direction. He then stared back at me with an inquisitive expression. “I can ride with Bodhi if you’d rather not,” he said.

  “I need some time with him, honestly,” I murmured, offering Rohan a half-smile. “Hopefully I can make him understand he’s better off without me.”

  He chuckled. “Good luck with that. You need five souls to be complete, and one of them has to be human. We know this much. So one way or the other, some poor idiot is going to have to fill that spot.”

  I shot him an anguished look. “Nobody is going to suffer just to fix what’s wrong with me, especially not Bodhi. If that means I never have a complete soul, then that’s what it means.”

  He closed the distance between us and cupped my cheek in one big hand. His thumb brushed across my lower lip as his golden eyes pierced me. “I fucking adore you. Don’t forget that. And don’t forget that I’m yours. We’ll figure out how to make this all work, baby. I promise.”