The Mates Who Gave Him Salvation [Feral 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (12 page)

G’aladon obviously realized that as well. He joined them in the bed and kissed Quinn’s shoulder. “Come lie down, beloved. You’re exhausted. I’ll give you a massage, and you can get some sleep.”

“But, Roarke—”

“I’ll be right here, baby,” Roarke replied. Gently, he maneuvered Quinn onto the mattress, leaving the human in G’aladon’s capable hands.

“I’m not the one you should be focusing on,” Quinn continued to protest.

Roarke sat next to Quinn and softly caressed his mate’s cheek. “Just relax, baby. I’m not going anywhere, and the best way to make me happy is for you to be content.”

With a wave of G’aladon’s hand, Quinn’s shirt disappeared. For a few seconds, the witch actually looked surprised the spell had worked, but the moment of hesitation passed. A vial filled with liquid appeared by G’aladon’s side, and he poured a generous amount on his palm.

The oil had a pleasant smell, flowery, yet discreet and not overly sweet. Roarke found himself watching the motions of G’aladon’s hands on Quinn’s back, the way the witch worked Quinn’s tense muscles. G’aladon explored every inch of creamy skin, leaving no part of Quinn untouched. When he finished Quinn’s back, G’aladon muttered another spell that eliminated the barrier of Quinn’s bottoms.

As G’aladon’s palms progressed over the tempting globes of the human’s ass, Quinn started moaning, making small sounds of pleasure. The oil’s perfume rose around them, making Roarke drunk. Or perhaps it was just his arousal, and that of his mates, both of which had started to become a problem.

Roarke clutched the sheets with clawed hands and forced himself to continue watching the proceedings. Spirit Mother, his mates were so beautiful together. G’aladon had an expression of concentration on his face, and if not for their bond, Roarke would have sworn the witch was completely unaffected by the sight of Quinn’s nude body. But that wasn’t the case at all. Roarke could tell how much G’aladon wanted the human, how much he craved Quinn’s touch. Nevertheless, he continued with his massage, going lower down over Quinn’s thighs and calves, then back up, relentless, casting a whole new type of spell over both Quinn and Roarke.

When G’aladon parted Quinn’s ass cheeks and rubbed the tiny opening hidden there, Roarke couldn’t take it anymore. He started to remove his clothing, releasing a frustrated growl when the material seemed to refuse to cooperate. He was very relieved when G’aladon noticed his predicament and willed his clothes away.

“That’s convenient,” he said.

“It is, indeed,” G’aladon replied with a smirk. “Especially for me.”

The witch flipped Quinn on his back, regaling Roarke with the sight of the human’s flushed face and oh, yes, his hard, rosy cock. Roarke’s mouth watered just looking at it. He’d wanted to taste it, to lick Quinn all over, to worship Quinn just like the human deserved.

G’aladon seemed to agree. With a grin that was pure sin, he spread Quinn’s legs and inserted a finger inside Quinn’s passage. The human arched his back prettily and cried out. “Oh God…G–G’aladon, please!”

“Mmm.” G’aladon licked his lips as if he was admiring a particular delicious treat. “Tell me, beloved. What do you want?”

To Roarke’s surprise, Quinn was quite coherent when he almost angrily replied, “Fuck me. Touch me. Kiss me. Just don’t tease.”

Roarke cursed. “It looks like we’re not taking care of our mate’s needs, love,” he told G’aladon. “We’re going to have to rectify that.”

“Indeed.” G’aladon tossed Roarke the oil. “How about we start with him being at the other end of what I got?”

The idea made Roarke’s cock throb painfully.
Hell yeah.
He couldn’t wait to get inside Quinn’s tight little ass. With trembling hands, he uncorked the vial of oil and used the liquid to prepare himself for taking Quinn. His own touch made him hiss in pleasure. Fuck, he was already on the edge just from watching G’aladon massage Quinn. His mates truly had the most devastating effect on his libido.

Roarke bit the inside of his cheek and squeezed his cock tightly, using the pain to distract himself from the near-maddening arousal. His efforts were thwarted when G’aladon got rid of his clothing, revealing the pale, beautiful expanse of his gorgeous body. At this rate, Roarke knew he’d surrender the battle to his instincts before he even kissed his mates.

Throwing all caution to the wind, Roarke pulled Quinn toward him and closed his mouth over the human’s, thrusting his tongue inside the wet cavern. Quinn instantly melted against him, still making those small whimpering noises that drove Roarke wild. G’aladon took advantage of Quinn’s position to continue preparing Quinn’s ass. Roarke only caught a brief glimpse of it, as he was focused on Quinn’s mouth, but when Quinn tensed in his arms, he could easily guess what had happened.

Chuckling, Roarke broke the kiss. His laugh died when Quinn stopped him from completely moving away and bit his lower lip. He groaned at the show of possessiveness and unleashed passion. Quinn clearly wanted to be fucked and had no qualms in showing it. Roarke looked forward to showing the little human just what he’d signed up for.

G’aladon smiled knowingly. “Still going too slow for you, Quinn?”

Quinn nodded, missing or rather ignoring the veiled dark promise in G’aladon’s words. “Fuck me already,” he dared them. “I need you so badly.”

How could Roarke deny him? He was helpless to resist his two mates. Without another second of hesitation, he dislodged the human from G’aladon’s seducing hold. In a few swift motions, Roarke turned Quinn in his embrace and pushed him on all fours on the bed.

In the process, G’aladon also fell on his back, but quickly righted himself, taking position in front of Quinn. The witch’s cock pointed accusingly at Quinn’s mouth, and Quinn panted, releasing another needy moan.

Roarke spread Quinn’s ass cheeks, exposing the treasure hidden between them. Quinn’s opening glistened with the oil G’aladon had used and twitched invitingly. Roarke thrust two fingers inside his mate’s anus, testing Quinn. He hissed as the human instinctively tightened around him, his muscles squeezing Roarke’s digits in a hot, velvet fist. Roarke could already imagine how it would feel around his cock. He couldn’t wait. Nevertheless, he took a few more minutes to make sure Quinn was stretched. He knew the human was a virgin and wanted to avoid all possible pain.

Finally, he deemed Quinn as prepared as he could be. Removing his fingers from Quinn’s ass, he applied more oil on his cock and positioned his dick at Quinn’s opening.

Meanwhile, G’aladon teased Quinn with light caresses, keeping his cock out of the human’s reach. “I’m not going to go slow,” he warned. “I’m going to fuck your mouth deep. Do you really want it?”

Quinn whimpered, obviously liking the idea. Taking the sound as a cue, Roarke slowly started to push inside Quinn. Fuck, it felt so good. He mentally reviewed the past history of the spirit wolves to hold back from burying himself inside his mate in one single thrust, but he only had limited success. The volcanic heat of Quinn’s ass raised every predatory instinct inside Roarke. His wolf demanded that he claim Quinn, brand him as his own, renew their connection. Amazingly, though, the feral part of him had all but disappeared since he had gone through with their bond. Roarke had been so absorbed in the rest of the events that he hadn’t even realized it until now, but it was true. He no longer felt that fire, that violence that scorched his brain, threatening to take over. Now, it was just pure lust, the need and desire he felt for his mates.

At the same time, G’aladon slipped his dick past Quinn’s lips. Roarke took hold of Quinn’s hips, steadying the human, wordlessly telling him to just surrender and allow Roarke and G’aladon to set the pace. Quinn’s body trembled with the effort to obey as he seemed torn between wanting to thrust back against Roarke and take more of G’aladon’s prick in his mouth.

In the end, Roarke coaxed him to give himself to them in the most natural way possible, by pounding him into the mattress. As one, Roarke and G’aladon started moving. For all his words, G’aladon was gentle at first. Both he and Roarke kept a slow pace, allowing Quinn to get used to the invasion. Soon, though, the human’s moans broke their resistance. They began to speed up, their thrusts gaining intensity, turning almost violent. In spite of having been a virgin, Quinn just took it all and demanded more. His body opened up to Roarke, swallowing his prick greedily, somehow managing to accommodate the thick shaft. Roarke couldn’t help but admire the way that pink little hole stretched around his dick, twitching as Roarke pulled out as if asking to be fucked again.

With every second that passed, the ecstasy increased more and more. Roarke’s gaze went from the curve of Quinn’s elegant back, to the blond hair curling against his nape, sweaty and damp, then up, this time to G’aladon. The witch’s half-lidded eyes were as beautiful as his pink, peaked nipples. His lips were twisted in an almost snarl, an expression that clearly illustrated what Roarke himself felt, the agonizing pleasure, so intense it skirted madness, physical pain. Their hearts beat in unison, and their bond throbbed with the perfection of the moment.

Roarke took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, to push back the impending climax. It didn’t work since the scent of sex, lust, and man invaded his nostrils, potent like the strongest of aphrodisiacs. Roaring, Roarke lost it. Thrusting deep inside Quinn, he leaned over the human and buried his fangs in Quinn’s flesh.

Predictably, the claiming bite triggered his climax, and as he filled Quinn full of seed, the human’s ass tightened around him, greedily draining him of every drop. Quinn howled around G’aladon’s cock as he found his own peak, and the witch surrendered the battle as well. Screaming Quinn’s and Roarke’s names, he came. By some miracle, G’aladon remembered to pull his cock out of Quinn’s mouth halfway through his climax, ending up splashing Quinn’s cheek and hair with cum. Apparently, he had liked what they’d done earlier in the astral realm and wanted to see Quinn marked with his seed.

Just the sight of his mates finding their pleasure was enough to make Roarke’s dick twitch in interest again. However, in spite of the daze of his orgasm, he found enough restraint to pull out of Quinn. The human had already collapsed, moaning lowly in his throat. He was beautiful, but clearly exhausted, and he needed to get some sleep.

G’aladon licked Quinn’s face clean of his own spunk, then smiled at Roarke. “Looks like our sweet lovely is tired.”

“Quite.” Roarke nodded. He got off the bed and went to the bathroom. After cleaning up a bit, he retrieved a wet washcloth. When he returned to the room, he saw that G’aladon had already placed Quinn on the pillows and cleaned him up by using a spell.

“You could have warned me you were going to do that, you know,” Roarke told the witch.

“Yes, I could have,” G’aladon replied cheekily, “but then I wouldn’t have gotten the chance to admire your ass.”

“You don’t need an excuse to admire any part of my anatomy.” Roarke tossed the cloth in the general direction of the bathroom, making a mental note to clean up before they left. “You can do so whenever you want,” he told his mate as he stalked to the bed.

“I suppose.” G’aladon’s expression turned thoughtful. “I’m still getting used to this mating business.”

Roarke brushed his thumb over G’aladon’s full lips. “We all are. But this is a good thing. I want to see you smile, and I want you to rest, right there next to Quinn.”

His words thankfully worked and distracted G’aladon from his melancholy. “And a good place to be it is.” The witch lay down next to Quinn, leaving just enough space in the bed for Roarke to crawl in as well. Roarke did so, taking position at the other side of Quinn and sandwiching the human between himself and G’aladon.

In spite of his fatigue, though, Roarke didn’t fall asleep for a very long time. He watched as his two mates slumbered, in awe at their beauty and individual strength. When he at last surrendered to his exhaustion, he did so with a smile on his face. They might be surrounded by enemies, but their bond was strong enough to defeat anything. Roarke just knew it.

“You’re our mate,” Quinn said. “Your powers don’t define who you are. Your choices, your emotions do.”

“You belong with us,” Roarke’s voice echoed in G’aladon’s ear, thick and full of certainty. “Just let it go.”

Through the haze of the magic, G’aladon gripped the anchor of his mates’ presence and dug himself out of the abyss he’d thrust himself into. But just as he slumped against Quinn, having managed to free himself from the tentacles of the seductive magic, his world collapsed as his bond with Roarke was suddenly shattered. Roarke was dead.

G’aladon opened his mouth, but the scream bubbling in his throat never erupted. His lips were covered by warm, familiar ones. G’aladon opened his eyes, only to find himself in Roarke’s embrace.

Roarke broke the kiss and gently cupped G’aladon’s cheek. “It’s okay, love. I’m right here, remember?”

G’aladon’s racing heart began to calm down. Yes, he remembered now. The Spirit Mother had been there, and she had saved Roarke’s life. Thank the gods. Unable to control himself, G’aladon hugged Roarke tightly. “I remember. Of course I do. Just…Let me believe it a little more.”

With the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Quinn watching them with undisguised concern. G’aladon cursed himself for being so weak as to openly show such vulnerability. Now was not the time to fall apart. Hell, Roarke had just been through a very traumatizing experience, and Quinn’s grief and anger had urged the human to use some abilities he might not be fully used to. They had already helped him so much. It was his turn to comfort them.

“Stop. Just stop.” Roarke kissed him again, this time briefly, a mere peck meant to soothe him. “I know things haven’t been very easy. By rights, we should be taking advantage of these days to get to know each other a little better. But we can’t let what happened defeat us. Okay?”

G’aladon nodded, half for Roarke’s sake, half for Quinn. He couldn’t simply let go of the grief he’d felt when he’d held Roarke’s body in his arms. It had been like a half of his newly acquired soul had been brutally shred away, leaving the other torn and bleeding.