by Jana Leigh
Eric exchanged a look with Striker who nodded. “Okay, äskling, out in the back courtyard so we don’t destroy our home.”
“Huh?” Mia said and looked between the two men.
“Baby, when we say channel our powers we mean it. With Fae and Vampire, you could be a walking hazard if we don’t teach you the basics.” Striker laughed and Mia blushed. She had seen what they could do, the healing and strength, but there was more she was sure.
“We haven’t had a lot of time to talk about everything with everything that has happened. I mean we know about each other’s family, and stuff like that, we had a few weeks there to get to know one another. But we didn’t get a chance to really talk. You know I love you right, I didn’t mate with you to be a leech. I mean what I feel is real,” Mia said and both men came to her side and put their arms around her.
“Mia, we know,” Eric whispered in her ear and she shivered. Their connection shared so much more than she ever thought possible. It was crazy to feel this connected to them.
“When we are apart, will I be able to feel this?” Mia asked. “Because if I couldn’t feel you two I think I would go crazy.”
“Baby, you will be able to tell where both of us are with a thought. And we will be able to do the same. As for the other stuff, I told you, we will be able to talk to one another through the mating bond, and yes you will still feel our emotions but we have to teach you how to control that. If our feelings are really intense, like if we are battling, you may not be able to control yourself.”
“Oh, makes sense. What about the others, do they all have the same thing?” Mia asked.
“Each joining is different but we are all blessed with the connection. It may be different but it is essentially the same. They can communicate, Quin is probably screaming right now in Jaden’s head. But that is not all. All of us will be able to locate each other if something happens and that is what you need to understand. If you are unconscious, we will still be able to find you. We won’t be able to feel your emotions, but we will find you. Also, if something happens, like one of us are wounded, the others will know how bad and where. Trust me, it takes a lot of getting used to,” Striker explained.
“And the Senate. Cami explained what they are trying to do, I agree with it all. But why me, why are they hunting me specifically,” Mia asked. “That question still hasn’t been answered.”
“Closest we can figure out. It is the blood bond with vampires that is the key. You see if a vampire mates with their special one, which is very rare by the way. And their special one is a human, they are given the gift of walking in the light. Now I already had that power when I pledged to Orfeo who used his gift to share with his Clan. But many of the vampires would kill for this. Hidden during the day and awake at night is all we know, but when the world is opened to us, and we can walk in the sun, it makes all of the difference,” Striker said.
Mia felt her eyes widen, “Shit, I never thought about that, I thought you were both wolves and so I never questioned your ability to walk in the sun. That is so cool. So my blood combined with yours could have let you walk in the sun?”
“Yes, that is what most vampires crave as well. So they have been hunting for those with the special blood. Even if they are mated they are being taken, although if mated they can’t share their gift. They don’t know about us yet and so therefore, until they see you are mated, they will not give up. Once the Senate is complete though, the New Council, along with us, will be able to finally show the world we are united in living among them peacefully. If the Rogues were to beat us, they could take over and use humans as puppets,” Eric said. “My father is all for the coming out to the humans, we are finding more and more humans as mates and soon they will not be able to contain it. This has to be done soon. With each member the Senate gets we are one step closer to being able to finish.”
“Okay, I get it,” Mia said thoughtfully. “So who are the next men that belong on the Senate?”
“It is not the men who define the Senate, it is the women. The men find their mate, and then it becomes known who will join. Orfeo can feel it, so can Quin and his mates. They are like a beacon right now,” Striker explained.
“What if you never find another one of the women?” Mia asked.
“Then all will be lost, the Rogues are searching as are we. It is a race to find the ones who are meant to be,” Eric said and Mia nodded absently.
“Well then let’s get a move on. I have a lot to live up to,” Mia said firmly and stood up. Her men smiled and stood up as well and led her to the courtyard to begin.
Chapter Twenty-One
Everything hurt, Mia thought as she lay in the hot water. Days of grueling training with not only her men but also Cloe, Jo, Cami, Jax, Fredi, and Cat, it was making her feel muscles she had never known she had. Like, whoever created the ass muscle was just cruel, and that one on the side of your neck, vicious.
Mia sighed and sank deeper in the water. Even though she bitched, she knew that come the morning when they were set to leave, she would be ready. Maybe her men would give her a rubdown like they had all week long. She had not been able to have sex for the first three days, her inner thighs screamed when she moved. But after that, she had been so tired, their holding each other was enough at night.
“Mia?” she heard Striker call. She grinned and got out of the tub.
“Coming,” Mia called back and Eric replied.
“We are getting dinner ready.”
She laughed, they did take good care of her, she pulled on a robe and walked out into the dining area. The table was set with candles and she raised an eyebrow to the two men standing there without any shirts on, and only silky boxers. Yum, she was hungry.
“What’s this?” she asked and walked to where they were holding out a chair for her.
“Dinner, followed by seduction. Before we leave we want you to know how much we love you,” Striker said.
“Oh well, who am I to upset the disorder of your plans,” Mia said.
They uncovered the food, which looked amazing, some sort of pasta. It had a rich, creamy sauce, which she moaned over when she took her first bite. It was like joy all packed into the tiny pasta shells. “This is so good.”
“We are glad you approve,” Striker mused.
They spoke quietly as they ate, but they all felt the passion rising as they sat together. Her men stared at her with love in their eyes and she didn't doubt their emotions and refused to allow them to doubt hers as she felt their love encompass her. "I have come to love both of you so much, I am ready to put the past behind me and start a new life with you, my mates."
Her men both looked at her with a need that made her shiver. They were both so intense and sexy; she knew that their life would be filled with passion and drama, and peace, and love. It was already written, with only her and her men challenging fate as to where they would go. It wasn’t only their fate, but it was the Senate’s fate as well.
Just before they kissed her, she grinned and said, "It's time we connect to make sure our bond is as strong as it can be."
Striker felt his eyes grow large, and he looked at Eric whose eyes had turned a deep amber. "Let's do what our mate says. I would hate to start off on a bad note."
"I think we have to, if she says it is time to do this, then I guess it is," Eric teased. But when she felt their touch, she stopped laughing and began to feel.
Eric kissed her first and ran his tongue across her lips before pushing in and taking command of her mouth. She happily let him and groaned when she felt Striker drag the robe down her torso. Breaking the kiss for long enough to throw the shirt on the floor, she sank back into there waiting arms and smiled. They ran their hands up and down each side of her, tugging on the tie as they went. She gasped when they both began to run their fingers around her nipples slowly and then teasing each nipple. She could feel the pool of desire flow between her legs.
“Let’s move this into the bedroom shall we?” Eric said and stood, s
weeping her into his arms and moving toward the bedroom with purpose. Mia giggled a little. When he tossed her on the bed and both of the men stood at the bottom of the bed, she sobered. They were hers, she mused as the crawled to her in the middle of the large bed.
She leaned up and kissed Striker’s neck then did the same to Eric. She could feel their connection and it reached out and included her. It surrounded them. They pulled back from each other and smiled again. Gods, they were handsome. She threw her head back when they tweaked and played with her nipples and kissed each side of her neck. They groaned at the same time.
She pushed them so they were laying on their backs and she was leaning in the middle of them. Mia ran her hands over their shoulders and then reached down to their chests, she wanted them so much. The fire that was building in her wouldn’t stop.
They both had six packs and she ran her hands over their stomachs and down to their cocks. She loved the feel of their bodies and said it aloud.
Both of them laughed, leaned up, and took one of her nipples into their mouths. “We love your body, too,” Striker said against her skin. She shivered at the feel of both of them. They each were so different and the onslaught of emotions was driving her nuts.
“My show, boys,” she said and smiled, then ran her hands down her body until she cupped her own pussy.
“Holy shit,” Striker muttered as they watched her take her hand from herself and gripped each of their erections. They were both long and wide. Hell, in a contest she thought they would tie at who had the largest cock. They were beautiful. Before they could stop her, she lowered her head over Striker. And took Striker’s head into her mouth first and she heard him moan a little.
She moved her hand on Eric's cock with the rhythm of her mouth. Slowly she was able to get most of his length in her mouth. The rest she used her hand to stimulate. Then she switched, doing the same to Eric as she worked Striker’s cock with her hand.
Both of them wound one of their hands in her hair and held her loosely. She looked up and saw the lust in their eyes. It made her pussy weep again.
After a few moments, Striker reached down and pulled her up. She made a sound in protest and he said, “Your show is now over, we are not going there tonight, no this is all about us strengthening our bond. It has been days since we have been deep inside the warmth of your pussy and ass. Eric and I cannot wait any longer.” As if proving Striker's point Eric moved in on her and the talking ceased.
Eric worked his way down her body as Striker stayed up at her head, keeping her very busy. His mouth trailed a path across her chest and then to her neck where he licked her throbbing vein. She shivered; it was like he was opening their mating mark again it felt freaking amazing. Then he turned her head and kissed her slowly and masterfully, making sure she knew who the bosses were, as if there was ever a question. Striker wanted to make sure she was satisfied, and left with the knowledge that she was theirs. She would feel his and Eric's love for her.
Eric took his time getting where she wanted him. He kissed and nipped at her skin all the way down her stomach, until he settled in between her legs. She moaned when he took a taste of her. Not messing around and striking quickly. Eric flicked his tongue over her already straining clit and brought her to a small orgasm. She knew what he was going to do, the same thing he had been promising for days, he was going to make her come so many times that she would be left with the aftereffects for days to come.
Both of her men worried too much about her. They promised several times that they would go slowly when they helped her strengthen their bond, having their powers running through her, she was truly in awe of how they maintained themselves.
Eric used her own juices and ran it to her backside, running his finger around her back entrance and then sweeping back up and gathering more of the moisture. She wanted to ask why the hell she had gotten all the lube if they were going to do it this way. They always seemed to know when to shock the shit out of her.
Eric pressed a finger against her back entrance, and she gasped. Striker took that to mean she was getting excited. Mia grabbed a hold of him and pulled him to her and kissed him while Eric continued with his voyage, licking and sucking, creating more of her juices to use. She was writhing with pleasure, then was pushed over yet again when Striker latched onto her breast and Eric her clit; together they made the same rhythm until she fell over the edge. With her small climax, Eric pressed his finger fully inside of her.
Slowly moving around to stretch her again, to allow her to become used to the feel of dual penetration again. It had only been a few days, but they had assured her a few days ago they would always take care of her first. But Mia became demanding as she began to cry out in frustration. She could feel her climax building again because of their attention and grabbed Striker's head and pulled him up to kiss her, making him swallow her cries of passion as she came again, and Eric added another finger. She felt full and she felt him brush a sensitive place, and she pushed back so he would touch it again.
Mia was sure she would never feel this good again. If her mates were always this attentive, they may never leave the bedroom again, fuck the world around them. She felt Striker reach down and run his finger through her slit, the combined feeling of both of her mates in her most sensitive area, pushed her to the brink. But this time they both pulled back. She growled at them and glared.
Then they switched on her, Striker moving so he was under her and had her straddled on him and Eric moved behind her and kissed his way down her neck.
Mia lost all thought when Eric ran his finger down her back. He traced her spine, kissing her and pushing her down so she lay with her ass in the air. They were amazing.
Striker and Eric both whispered praises to her as she allowed them to move her around like a puppet. Not feeling trust like this except with them, she was overwhelmed.
"I love you," she whispered and Striker took her face in his hands and held her still.
"My mate, I love you too," he whispered and then looked over her shoulder at Eric. "Eric, I love you."
Eric paused and leaned around so he was facing both of them. "You are both my world, I can never tell you how much you mean to me. Let me show you instead."
Eric kissed Mia deeply as Striker plucked at her breast again. “You are so beautiful,” Striker said.
Eric broke the kiss and then resumed his quest down her back. Moving slower than before, he touched her backside again—she felt her pussy weep with excitement.
"That's it, baby, give me some of your sweet cream," Eric said.
Striker grabbed a hold of his cock and held it as he moved Mia over him. She sank down on him slowly. She felt her pussy clench a few times—the pleasure was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her mates were doing exactly what they said and making it good for her.
When she finally felt that she had taken all of Striker inside her, she looked at him and smiled. She was joined with one of her mates, and it felt amazing. Eric ran a finger to her backside again and pushed her down so she was chest to chest with Striker. She sighed and put her head on his chest and kissed her way across to his nipple and teased it like he had her.
She felt a certain amount of power when he groaned and held on to her head lightly as she touched him. Eric slid a finger in her again, she stopped. It felt strange, but when he brushed on that place again, she almost shot off Striker. Thank the Gods he had been holding on to her.
Eric inserted another finger and began to help her move with Striker. Shit, she was gonna come too soon. She could feel her climax building, and Eric growled at her, “Not yet.” It was enough to make her force herself to hold on.
Eric withdrew his fingers and then held her still with his hands on her hips. Striker reached up and laid his hands over Eric's, and together they began to move Mia. With each pass, Eric entered her backside slowly. Passing through the rim, she felt the sting, and then only pleasure and fullness. She threw her head back, and she tried to hold on to her orgasm as they m
oved inside her.
“Shit, I can't hold on; she's so tight,” Eric ground out, and Striker said, “Me either, she feels like fucking heaven.”
Mia could only moan as they moved her, and finally, she felt her orgasm building and couldn’t hold it off any more. She screamed when she came hard, both of her channels clenching down on her men in convulsions. Eric growled and leaned forward and kissed her shoulder, allowing his magic to flow around them. Striker did the same and they were surrounding themselves in a welcomed blanket that they could not be touched in. Striker held Mia to his chest as Eric rolled them to their side, they pumped quickly and came together. They remained that way while they fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The time had come, each of the members of the Senate and the Council who were present stood together. On one side, the men who were going to the hideaway. That was Striker, Orfeo, Dante, Darien, Marshall, and Bane with a host of others behind them, and still didn’t count the men who were already there waiting.
Going to Paris was a much smaller group since their men had already been sent ahead. Mia, Eric, Fredi, Jax, Brin, Cat, Tripp, and the New Council members minus Darien. Cloe could take care of herself and he knew first hand she would be pissed if he intervened.
“See you tonight.” Striker smiled and showed his support of her. Mia grinned and thought about last night and this morning, both men had shown her how much they loved her over and over again. She was confident about the trip.
They separated, each going to the different planes and Mia took one last look at her mate who was leaving and sighed.
“He will be alright,” Eric whispered.
She nodded and got onto the plane. The ride was quiet, each other them focusing on what they were supposed to do. When those doors opened, they had no clue who would be watching. Their acting started right then, although having fun with the girls was not an act. It was the other stuff they were going to have a hard time not showing—the tension.