by Lynn Hagen
There was this shadowy part in his head, a ledge, and Warren was close to stepping off it as he cracked from all of this. But he held himself back, trying to reason with himself to calm down and mull over everything that had happened so far.
Pregnant. Jeez, that was the last thing he was expecting from his sickness. Hell, it hadn’t even been on the potential-things-wrong-with-him list. They were all just quacks. All of them, from the doctor to his assistant to the two guys who said that Warren was fated to be with them forever.
A vampire and a wolf.
A bark of laughter had him throwing his head back. Now he was staring at the ceiling as he counted the small dots in the ceiling tile. He was trying to pick out patterns when the door opened.
It was Ryan. Alone. No Ash behind him.
Disappointment swelled inside of Warren. He didn’t even know Ash, not really, and he missed him like crazy. And Ryan? As badly as Warren wanted to ditch him, for Ryan to leave him alone, he couldn’t deny the relief he felt that Ryan was back.
“Hey, hey.” Ryan moved to stand in front of Warren and used the pads of his thumbs to wipe right under Warren’s eyes. Warren hadn’t realized tears had welled up and spilt over. “No sad faces, shrimp.”
Warren tried to crack a smile, but he couldn’t get his mouth to produce one. So he cleared his throat and forced himself to stop acting like a baby. “I was just expecting you to find Ash.”
Warren didn’t want to think about the fact that he was now with two guys. Uncle Morgan was going to flip his lid. He’d already had a hard enough time when Warren had told him he was gay. It had taken Morgan a while to come to terms with it, but he’d finally accepted it and they were in good standing with each other.
This might take him a decade to accept.
And a baby? That would be harder to explain. If Warren were truly pregnant, he’d just have to tell Morgan that they’d adopted.
“What’s going on inside your noggin?” Ryan asked. “Talk to me.”
Warren frowned. “Where’s my food? You weren’t supposed to come back without some food for me.”
“It’s three in the morning,” Ryan argued. “No place is open. If you wait about two hours, I can get you something from the diner.”
The door opened again. This time it was Ash. Warren’s jaw dropped as he looked him up and down. “Why the hell are you naked?”
Holy fuck! Warren just might pass out again from the sheer beauty of his body. Ash had swollen pecs and a six-pack Warren wanted to lick. He wanted to run his fingers through Ash’s beard, grab the silky strands of his hair while Ash kissed the air right out of Warren’s lungs.
“I think he’s glad to see you.” Ryan chuckled. “His eyes are bugging out of his head.”
Warren forced his mouth to close and ripped his gaze away from Ash’s stunning body. No, he hadn’t peeked at Ash’s cock. If he did, he just might spread himself on the bed and beg Ash to fuck him, but Warren had gotten himself into enough trouble doing that.
Enough trouble. Like getting pregnant. Jeez. Warren felt faint again. It was something he couldn’t even wrap his head around, so he shelved the thought for another time. Right now he just wanted to get home.
Ryan walked over to the counter and started looking through drawers. His brows were dipped and his mouth set in a grim line.
“What’re you doing?” Warren asked. “Are you trying to steal bandages or gloves?”
“I’m looking for a set of scrubs Ash can wear.” Ryan looked up, and Warren could tell there were plenty of dirty thoughts circling in his mind. “He can’t leave here like that.”
Warren slid from the bed and searched the cabinets on the other side of the room. The best he could find was a gown. He grabbed two of them. “Put one on backward so your butt is covered.”
Ash looked as though he was getting too much enjoyment out of this. His smile set Warren’s heart to racing. God, he was so freaking handsome.
“Afraid I might get too many propositions?” He took the gowns and put them on, covering his gorgeous body.
Ryan snarled, and Warren had no idea why he’d done that. He was looking murderously at Ash.
“What am I missing?” Warren looked between them. “What’s going on?”
“Lover boy was sexing up some twink at Pump.” Ryan looked thunderous enough to shoot fire from his eyes. Warren’s jealousy overtook him, and he glared at Ash.
“Tell me that’s not true.” And it hurt. Hurt like hell to think of Ash hitting on some stranger. Warren wanted to kick him in his balls. That bombshell rocked him, and he saw red.
“You’re an asshole,” Ash snarled at Ryan. “I thought we discussed telling him some other time.”
“I don’t believe in secrets,” Ryan said then snapped his mouth shut.
Ash gave a maniacal laugh that would’ve given anyone the shivers. “Really? Are you serious? The guy who kept the biggest secret of them all? You’re going to stand there and get righteous with me?”
Warren was getting a damn migraine. “What was Ryan keeping secret?” He wasn’t sure he even wanted to know. This night already had been too damn strange for words.
Ash crossed his arms and gave Ryan a death stare. “He has a demon after him. We barely got away with our lives.”
Demon? Had Ash just said demon? Warren wobbled slightly and had to grab the bed to steady himself as his head spun so fast he thought it would unscrew and fly away. “Demon?”
Lord Jesus. If there was ever a time to pass out, it was now. But thankfully Warren stayed upright. He didn’t want to have to spend the night in the clinic if he fainted one more time.
Ryan crossed the room and shoved Ash against the chest. “I thought we agreed it was too soon for him to find out about demons.”
“If you hadn’t opened your big mouth, we wouldn’t have gone this far,” Ash argued back. Ash turned and looked at Warren. “Nothing happened at the club. It was a stupid mistake that I regret, but absolutely nothing happened.”
“Only because your dick wouldn’t get hard,” Ryan snarled. “I’m surprised that twink wasn’t already on his knees sucking you off when I got there.”
“Stop!” Warren rubbed his temples. It was like dealing with kids. “Both of you just shut up. Please. You’re pissed at each other and lashing out, but you’re also blowing my mind, which hasn’t even recovered from the first bombshell.”
Warren was surprised he wasn’t in a straitjacket already. He stepped between them and thrust at their chests to separate them before they started throwing punches. “I want to go home, now.”
Warren didn’t wait for an answer. He stormed from the room, striding toward the exit with purpose. If he had to, he’d walk home. He was so mad that he didn’t even care he’d just found out there were other things that existed. If a vampire, shifter, or demon wanted a piece of him, he’d bitch-slap them.
But he didn’t have to walk. Ryan and Ash followed right behind him. Ash used his fob to unlock his SUV before Warren even got to it. He opened the passenger door and climbed in, slamming it shut.
It was just his freaking luck that fate had decided that two grown-ass men who acted like children were perfect for him. Warren disagreed. By the time the night was finally over, he just might kill both of them.
Chapter Seven
Ash carried Warren into the house. After his wildfire attitude leaving the clinic, he’d fallen asleep on the way home. They were at Warren’s house, because Ryan said he didn’t have a home and Ash’s apartment wasn’t big enough for the three of them.
He placed Warren in his bed and removed his shoes, setting them aside while Ryan went to the kitchen to whip up something to eat. Ash stood there staring down at Warren, still amazed about all of this. Two days ago he’d been a bachelor just living an ordinary life, paying bills and enjoying hookups.
Now he had two mates and a baby on the way. Talk about a curveball thrown straight to his head. He needed to man up and stop looking at this situation as Ryan an
d Warren starting a family. It didn’t matter to him who the father of the child was. They were all in this together, and that was what he needed to focus on.
Besides, if he left Ryan to raise the babe, there was no telling how he’d fuck that up. Not saying that Ryan wouldn’t give it his all, but Ash wasn’t the only screw-up in this triad. Ryan had a lot to learn, especially about relationships.
Ash mentally snorted. Like he was a fucking expert. He’d allowed some bastard to charm him, seduce him, to let Ash feel like the luckiest man in the world before he’d stabbed Ash’s heart and shattered it.
He’d trusted the wrong guy and had become jaded from the experience. That was why Ash did only one-night stands. He refused to invest his heart in anyone. He didn’t have a choice now, even if he and Ryan were off to a rocky start.
But Ash saw the uncertainty in Ryan, the insecurities, an almost boyish innocence to the man that he tried to keep hidden under an armor of jabbing words and surliness.
“Did I fall asleep?” Warren shot up as though going to sleep was a sign of weakness. “I didn’t mean to. Are we still going to the diner?”
“What you’re going to do is get some rest while Ryan finishes cooking.” Ash reached for the snap of Warren’s pants. “I’ll wake you when the food is done.”
“But Ryan can’t cook.” Warren lifted his hips and allowed Ash to shimmy his pants down his thin, pale legs that held a smattering of hair. They were the perfect legs to wrap around someone’s waist while being fucked. “I’ve had his cooking. Have you?”
“How badly can he mess up eggs and toast?” Ash reached for Warren’s shirt and lifted it over his head, tossing it aside. Warren’s reedy chest made Ash want to run his palms over it, to tweak those nipples that were already hard, to suck on each of them until Warren was moaning and begging.
“You’ll see.” Warren looked up at him, and Ash’s cock went from flaccid to hard as nails in a matter of seconds, pounding under his gown, tenting the material to show Warren just how much he wanted the human.
Warren’s gaze fell to where Ash’s cock was poking at the gown. He smiled. “How can you make a hospital gown look so damn sexy?”
Ash grunted. “I feel like I’m wearing a damn dress.”
Warren nibbled on his lower lip. Watching his teeth catch his lip wasn’t helping the situation. Ash was trying to be a gentleman, trying to make sure Warren got the sleep he needed, trying not to rip off the damn gown and join him in bed.
“Then maybe you should take it off.” Warren looked up at him from under his thick lashes, his jade-green eyes growing dark with pure lust. Ash stood there, unmoving as Warren rose to his knees and slipped from the bed. He circled around Ash, untying the back of the gown and pushing it off Ash’s shoulders.
Warren came back around and looked Ash up and down. The front of the gown was doing nothing to hide his chest and groin, or his erection. It stood at full salute, throbbing, aching for Warren to wrap his soft-looking lips around the head.
As if reading his mind, Warren lowered to his knees. Ash’s cock jerked as he waited to see what Warren would do next.
Warren palmed his balls as he used his other hand to grip Ash’s dick. He licked at the head, his pink tongue sliding across to draw the pre-cum into his mouth. Ash hissed, running a hand over Warren’s blond hair, and clenched his jaw at the fervent need to come.
Ash normally didn’t have an easy trigger, but the sight of Warren on his knees with Ash’s cock between his lips and the way he massaged Ash’s nuts was getting to be too much.
He cupped Warren’s chin, ran the tips of his fingers over the smooth flesh, knowing that his mate had finally given in to the pull, the obsessive need to be near your mate, to please them in any way.
Warren’s scent of pure sunshine, of warmth, and the smell of honey clung to the air, and Ash drew in a shuddering breath, telling himself over and over again to gain control of his body. He was so damn close already.
“You are a beautiful creature,” Ash said as he brushed his knuckles over Warren’s cheeks. “Suck me, sweetheart.”
Ash’s fingers caressed Warren’s jaw, almost begging his mate to show him just what he could do with his lips. Warren leaned forward, engulfing Ash’s cock into his mouth. Ash groaned out his pleasure as Warren swallowed the erection to the root. Using his tongue, Warren laved the tender depression beneath the swollen crown and then tongue-fucked the tiny slit, licking away the salty taste of Ash’s desires.
“So perfect,” Ash groaned. His orgasm was cresting, and Ash could no longer hold back. He strangled Warren’s hair in his hands as he fucked his mate’s mouth, emptying his seed down Warren’s throat.
Ash exhaled and blinked several times before he reached down and lifted Warren from the floor. He laid his mate on the bed. “Lube?”
“Top dresser drawer.”
As Ash walked to the dresser, he pulled the other gown off. Now he felt normal, as if he hadn’t escaped from some loony bin, running the streets with nothing but a gown on. He grabbed the lube and returned to the bed. Warren had removed his underwear and lay there staring up at Ash.
He really was a beautiful sight.
Warren’s eyes sparkled like dark gems, telling Ash what Warren truly wanted. Ash leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of Warren’s head, his cock brushing along Warren’s crease as he ran his tongue over his mate’s parted lips. Ash reached up and touched Warren’s moist lips, the pads of his fingers running along the smooth and soft skin.
Warren nipped at his fingers.
With a wink, Ash used the lube to coat his fingers before easing two of them inside Warren’s tight hole.
Warren arched his back. “Oh my god. That feels so fucking good.”
“Trust me. It gets better,” Ash teased. “This is nothing compared to how you’ll feel once I have my dick inside of you.”
Warren didn’t answer him. He was too busy writhing, pressing his hands into the headboard above him, and sinking his ass down on Ash’s finger.
Ash wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. The sight of Warren undulating in pleasure had him ready to come again. Already Ash’s cock had hardened, painfully throbbing to sink into Warren’s ass.
Finally, Ash removed his fingers and pressed his cock against his mate’s entrance. Warren’s eyes rolled upward, his hips pressing down onto Ash’s length.
Ash didn’t move, allowing Warren to take control.
He may be claiming the human for the first time, but Ash had no doubt who was the one in charge. Ash didn’t mind. He liked seeing the spitfire come out of Warren.
But hell if the man didn’t feel good wrapped around his dick. All he could do was shudder and close his eyes when he felt his cock enter the tight, wet heat. It was Ash who groaned, his arms shaking as he placed his hands on Warren’s bent knees. He was overwhelmed at the feeling of being inside his mate and the look of pure ecstasy on Warren’s face.
“You feel so good inside of me,” Warren said as he hitched his hips higher.
Ash was fighting not to plunge deep inside Warren. He could feel his wolf rising, trying to take over, but Ash refused to allow this to happen. And then Ash almost lost his mind when Warren clenched his inner muscles, encasing Ash’s cock in a tight viselike grip.
When he felt his cock bottom out, Ash was damn sure he was going to lose his mind. There was no other way to describe the growing madness inside of him. Ash began to move inside Warren once his cock was completely buried, slowly at first, pulling almost completely out and then pushing back in.
Then Ash felt it. A solid wall behind him. His first instinct was to attack, but Ryan’s scent invaded his lungs.
It was sweet torment to feel Ryan’s hand brush down his back. Ash looked down at Warren, who was looking wide-eyed at Ryan. This was all new to them, a ménage coupling. Ash wasn't sure what Ryan planned to do. He’d never let anyone top him before. Ever. And his hackles were rising.
“Afraid to get fucked?�
� Ryan whispered into Ash’s ear. “Don’t worry. I won’t steal your virginity, at least not tonight.” He tapped Ash’s hip. “Turn him onto his hands and knees.”
“For what?” Warren looked like a deer caught in headlights.
“For all our pleasures,” Ryan replied. “My first reaction to seeing Ash fucking you was to tear his throat out. I had to remind myself that he had just as much right to you that I have. Now we’re all going to enjoy this, shrimp. Trust me.”
Ash hesitated.
Ryan narrowed his eyes. “You can be in charge of our everyday lives. I don’t give a shit and don’t mind conceding to you. But when it comes to sex, I’m the one calling the shots. This is my domain. Do you have a problem with that?”
Ash snarled as he eased out of Warren’s tight heat. “I do when you put it that way. All you had to do was say please.”
“You burned breakfast, didn’t you?” Warren said. “That’s why you’re so pissy right now.”
Ash held back his laugh. Now that he wasn’t fully focused on Warren, he smelled the burned toast. “Yeah, he did.”
“Shut up,” Ryan grumbled as he undressed.
As Warren flipped to his hands and knees, Ash watched as each piece of Ryan’s clothing was taken off, revealing his gorgeous muscled body.
Shit. Ash felt like the luckiest man alive. He had Warren, who was pocket-sized and perfect, and he had Ryan, someone who could take a pounding without Ash fearing he’d hurt him.
Ryan flexed. “Like what you’re gawking at?”
“He’s shameless,” Warren muttered. “Just so you know. He loves showing his body off.”
A twinge of jealousy erupted in Ash. Warren already knew Ryan, had already slept with the vampire, while Ash was coming in late to the game.
Ryan snagged his hand around Ash’s nape and yanked him forward, kissing him so fiercely that he nearly split Ash’s lip. “No need to be jealous, babe. We’re all in this together.”