Wesley [Resistant Omegas 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)
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“Seriously?” Levey gasped as he came over to me. “You can read German?”
“I know several languages,” I answered with a chuckle. “My father taught me so I could read our history. It’s not all in English. I’m pretty rough after not having used it in so long though.”
“Well here’s your chance to refresh your memory,” Harkin whispered as he glanced around the room. “What do you want to do with all of this? I mean, we don’t have a place at the pack to keep this safe.”
“I have no idea.” I was dumbfounded by all of this. “I think for now we should grab a few books and buy a suitcase. We can wrap them well and check it on the plane. Other than that, I don’t think we should do anything until we take some time to talk options. It’s safe here and I won’t risk it.”
“Good plan.” Bay opened the trunk and carefully pulled out the first book, handing it to Harkin. “I guess this trunk is as good as any. We take a few now, let you work on studying it and maybe translating it, and then we bring them back, exchanging a few out at a time. You can send scans or whatnot to Tristan. But I don’t think he should ever have the originals. That would be the first place the High Council would look if the shit ever hits the fan.”
We all agreed and each took a large volume from the trunk. When we went to leave, I had a last-minute thought. I went back and grabbed a couple of gold bars, stuffing them in my pockets.
“I’m going to see if the vampires have some type of secured transport. I think we should have a few of these on hand in case we ever need them.”
My men nodded and we hit the button to secure the unit again. We were quiet as we rode the elevator downstairs, none of us knowing what to say.
“Hi, I was wondering if you guys could handle getting this to me where I live now. I can’t take this on a plane without raising some serious red flags,” I said to the guard at the desk.
“Your contract includes any relocation, Wesley. Write down the address and we’ll have an armed courier deliver it.” He typed something on his computer after handing me a notepad. “We have one leaving the day after tomorrow to pick up some stuff in northern California if that works for you?”
“Yes, that would be great.” I was pleasantly surprised and excited almost. “Can you send one of the paintings to another address?”
“Of course, sweet cheeks,” he chuckled. “Which painting?”
“Doesn’t matter. I want to donate it.” I glanced back at my men when I heard a gasp. “How much do you think Tristan could get for one of those from a collector? I bet it would be enough to fund the Omega Network for years.”
“You are the most selfless man on the planet,” Bay said as he leaned in and then kissed me. “Of course you’d want to donate the proceeds from selling it. Most would be selfish and want the painting for themselves.”
“It could help and a beautiful painting does nothing in storage. The world should be able to enjoy it.”
“If I might make a suggestion then,” the guard hedged, waiting for me to nod. “You’re not our first client who inherited treasures like this. We have contacts all over the world who don’t ask questions. I bet the curator at the Louvre would pay top dollar. We can facilitate that for a five percent fee.”
“That sounds reasonable,” I said as I glanced at Bay. “They’ve kept it all safe this whole time and I could never have known it was even there. I think we should trust them.”
“Agreed. Can we call you with the account and wiring instructions once we get them? We have to go about this quietly.”
“I’ll never understand wolves. You guys can be your own worst enemies. Vampires revere and put the powerful into leadership. Your leadership kills them off and tries to oppress them,” the guard said sadly as he wrote something down. “Here’s my personal line. Call me when you get it. I’ll pull a painting tonight and send pictures to the curator and ask what he’s thinking for value. It might need to be tested or he’ll want to come see it himself to verify it’s real.”
“He’d be an idiot not to if it was a painting thought to be lost,” Harkin replied. We traded information and I handed over the gold bars. We thanked him again and ended up deciding to have the courier bring all the books except the one I had. I wanted to get to work on this right away. I wasn’t going to have much time given I had a responsibility to the pack, my men, and the pups I rescued… But I would find the time or the help to get it done.
“I’ll order us some food,” Bay said quietly once we were back in the hotel. The room was totally swank and we had the night to ourselves before our flight tomorrow. I refused to let the morose and confused thoughts of the group ruin it.
“Tell them to give us an hour,” I said as I set the book down. I turned and smiled at the raised eyebrow he gave me. “I think that will be enough time for all of us to finally have some fun time in bed. It’s never been the four of us.”
“Fuck food,” Bay growled as he stormed over to me. I yelped and raced into the adjoining room, diving onto the bed as I quickly got naked. “How do you want us?”
“All together and filling me,” I purred as I spread my legs wide. I laughed as they tore off their clothes, Harkin grabbing the lube. “Everything’s going to be okay, guys. We’re together, in love, and that’s all that matters. The rest is just a sidebar.”
“It’s just a lot to take in,” Harkin admitted as he pushed two slicked-up fingers into my ass. “I just need some time.”
“Of course and so do I. But not tonight. Tonight is about us and what we have.”
“I can get behind that,” Levey purred as he fondled my ass. I giggled at the pun, reaching for his cock. He moaned as he moved into position and I swallowed him down, whimpering at the salty taste of him I loved.
“Hurry,” Bay ordered Harkin. “You stretch him and I’ll stretch you.”
“Yes,” Harkin hissed as he bent over. “I love your fat cock inside of me.” They quickly got us ready as I teased Levey, not wanting him to blow before we were all together. Minutes later I was on my hands and knees, Harkin’s cock in my ass as I had Levey’s in my mouth. Harkin shivered and moaned as Bay pushed into him. “So good.”
“Please, I’m dying here,” Levey begged. We took pity on the man and started moving. I deep throated him as best as I could but he was a very big boy. Oh darn, I’d just have to practice more often.
“Love you guys,” Bay grunted as he snapped his hips harder. The chain reaction was Harkin moving deeper inside of me which I showed my appreciation for by screaming in bliss.
“Coming!” Levey bellowed a few minutes later, right before he shot down my throat. Harkin was next, filling my ass up as he leaned over to stroke my cock. I cried out just as Levey pulled out of my mouth, falling back to the bed completely spent. I rode my orgasm, astounded how quickly we were all coming given I knew how awesome their longevity was.
“Can’t hold out when I’ve wanted this for so long,” Bay said and then shouted. It was a good point. I felt the same way and it was so erotic, so what we all needed, that it was no wonder we were making it a quick round. Harkin moaned and I knew Bay had come as well.
After I was done with my climax, I collapsed to the bed, and mostly all over Levey’s lap. Then Bay and Harkin fell next to me, one on top of the other.
“We are so doing that again and at least once a day forever,” Bay mumbled after a few moments of nothing put panting sounds filling the room.
“Oh yeah,” the three of us agreed. We had hundreds of years to love on each other like that. Personally, I looked forward to it. But who wouldn’t?
THE END
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