Rise to Fall

by Lynn Hagen

  “First I want to taste you.” Freedman slid his fingers into Omar’s waistband and lowered his jeans, sliding down with them. “So tempting.” Freedman kissed the head of Omar’s cock as it sprang free, moisture glistening at the tip. He pulled Omar’s shoes off and then pulled his jeans free, tossing it all aside. Freedman grabbed Omar’s hip as he took Omar’s cock into his mouth.

  “Oh god…Freedman…I…god…” Omar tried desperately to buck his hips, but Freedman held them in place. The only thing he was capable of doing was running his hands over Freedman’s short hair, his knees bending further aside as Freedman lapped at Omar’s swollen erection.

  Omar’s back slammed against Salvador as he tried desperately to move. Freedman held him in a tight grip, working Omar’s cock down his throat as Salvador removed Omar’s shirt. His hands began to run up and down Omar’s chest, and then the vampire pinched Omar’s sensitive nipples. A warm tongue slid across his balls, and Omar could feel them drawing up tight to his body.

  Oh god, Freedman was a sight sucking Omar’s cock. Omar could only whimper as blood pounded in his brain, leapt from his heart, and made his knees tremble. Yes, he was almost there, all Freedman had to do was… “So close,” he murmured. “So very, very close.” The all-powerful man was sucking his dick and making Omar dizzy with need. His naked flesh hummed as it rubbed against Salvador’s body. Omar moaned as Salvador’s hands sought out pleasure on his skin. It was a powerful feeling being idolized in this manner by two strong and confident men, a feeling he would never tire of.

  Omar’s hands scraped the nape of hairs on Salvador’s neck. The feeling of such utter helplessness took over as Freedman worked his cock down his throat and Salvador worked his callused fingers over his sensitized skin. He was being mastered, and Omar found the experience exhilarating.

  “Omar, my god, you’re so beautiful.” Salvador’s dark voice vibrated through him like a fine tremor.

  Two slicked fingers probed at his hole, and Omar’s body shuddered at the thought of having a hard, thick, and heavy cock filling his hole.

  His body shook, threatening to explode as Freedman massaged and caressed his balls. Freedman’s tongue was working magic on his engorged shaft. The man was rapturously sexual, a sensual male that left Omar breathless.

  Omar began writhing as he laid there, an uncontrollable movement of his body in its most primal and most basic need.

  Freedman stared at him with those pretty blue eyes, eyes that were so close that he could see the fine black rings around them. For the first time Omar noticed Freedman had flecks of green shattering through the blue. He hadn’t paid attention before, but now Omar noticed them and what a sight they were. They were hot and smoldering, demanding he obey. Omar’s lips parted, and he began to pant at what was to come.

  Freedman let Omar’s cock slip out his mouth and chuckled. “Oh no, baby, when you come, I am going to be buried balls deep.”

  A cry escaped his lips when Freedman’s hot and moist mouth pulled away and left his cock mourning the loss. Cool air mixed with Freedman’s saliva and shot tingles around his groin. His balls drew tighter from the sensation.

  “Get on your hands and knees, Omar.” Freedman issued the command with a deep and penetrating tone that made Omar want to obey instantly.

  The fingers left his hole, and Salvador released Omar. He turned around, crawling to the center of the bed. As he glanced over his shoulder, a flame leaped into Freedman’s gaze as pure sexual awareness seemed to fill the air around them.

  Omar nearly fell to the bed as sensual weakness flooded him. He watched Freedman and Salvador crawl from the bed, both slowly peeling their clothes from their bodies, and revealing taut muscles and engorged cocks.

  Omar was hypnotized by the sight as both climbed back on the bed. He watched in amazement as Freedman’s hands ran over Salvador’s back and buttocks. They snaked around to grab Salvador’s jutting cock and a slow stroke began. Omar’s eyes were glued to the lazy jackoff.

  Freedman nipped Salvador’s neck, and Omar’s breath hitched, and then his breathing became deeper, harder. As he watched two very masculine men enjoy each other’s touch, a blistering hot shudder ran through Omar’s body, nearly catapulting his senses straight out of his head.

  It was the most erotic scene he’d ever witnessed. His fingers itched to join in the play, but he couldn’t move. The beauty of the two men touching one another had him lost in his own little world. When Freedman bent Salvador over and pressed two lubed fingers into Salvador’s anus, Omar damn near climaxed.

  Freedman’s dry hand cupped Omar’s jaw, his fingers gliding over his skin as Freedman’s eyes locked with his. Omar lowered his. He wanted to watch, but Freedman’s gaze was too much, too intense.

  “Touch him, baby.”

  Omar glanced up at Freedman to see a playful glitter in the man’s eyes. His hand reached out and ghosted over Salvador’s ass, and down his crack, to feel Freedman’s slick fingers stretching Salvador.

  “Meu destino,” Salvador moaned when Omar reached around and squeezed Salvador’s balls. “You know how to touch and bring me such pleasure.”

  Omar gave another light squeeze, and Salvador groaned. To hear the pleasure escaping Salvador’s lips made Omar feel powerful in a small way. Salvador was a man of great power, and he was making the vampire groan in pleasure. Yes, it was a damn powerful feeling. One Omar cherished.

  Omar moved back when Salvador crawled to him like a predator. His eyes locked onto Omar like he was the prize and Salvador was going to swallow him whole. Salvador’s hands pressed deep into the mattress as he made his way up Omar’s body.

  Omar’s eyes darted up at Freedman, who stood there watching them closely, then Omar looked back at Salvador, seeing his sharp fangs gleam in the dull light of the room.

  Omar began to tremble with the thought that Salvador was about to take him. He was about to be taken by both his mates once again.

  “Salvador.” Omar lay back and spread his legs wide, desperately wanting to feel Salvador’s cock buried inside of his body. Salvador pushed Omar’s legs to his chest as firm lips whispered over Omar’s, his fangs giving a light nip to Omar’s bottom lip.

  Omar’s palms touched Salvador’s face as he drew Salvador’s head closer and thrust his tongue inside Salvador’s mouth. Salvador’s hands dragged across the muscled planes of Omar’s abdomen, making them quiver with want and need.

  Salvador’s eyes were dark pools, mesmerizing, endless, and Omar could see a true predator staring at him. His mate was powerful, a man of his own worth, and mated to Omar. He had always wanted a strong mate considering Omar was not alpha material.

  He had been granted two strong males.

  Leaning down, Salvador took Omar’s mouth in a sensual kiss. Salvador’s kiss sent new spirals of ecstasy through Omar as he felt the intimacy of Salvador’s touch.

  Omar’s hand slowly descended until he could feel Salvador’s hard shaft against his own. He wrapped his hand around both, beginning a slow and methodical rub.

  His heart gave an extra beat when the bed dipped and Freedman stretched out beside him. Freedman’s hand joined his, wrapping around both cocks and taking over the movement.

  When Salvador broke the kiss and panted with closed eyes, Freedman growled softly. The sound was feral for a human, and Omar felt a bolt of electricity sizzle along his spine.

  “He is so beautiful, isn’t he?” Salvador said as he opened his eyes and gazed down at Omar.

  “You both are.” Freedman crawled over Salvador’s back and began to kiss his way down his spine.

  Omar was so fucking close. To see Freedman dominate Salvador and to have the vampire dominate him was a combination that blew his mind away.

  “You are a beautiful man,” Freedman crooned behind Salvador.

  “He is a beautiful man.” Omar reached up and cupped Salvador’s face. “If anything had happened to you…”

  Salvador kissed the palm of Omar’s hand. “Leave all your
worries for later, meu destino. Tonight is for our pleasure.”

  Omar wasn’t going to let his fear eat away at him. Besides, Salvador’s deep and flawless accent was making his hole quiver. It seemed to grow thicker when the man was filled with sexual tension. He could listen to Salvador speak to him for days on end and never tire of the guy’s voice.

  “Fuck me, Salvador,” Omar begged into his mate’s mouth as he pulled the vampire down for another heated kiss.

  Salvador reached between them and grabbed his cock, lining it up to Omar’s tight muscle. He took his lips back, latching them onto Omar’s neck and sucking at his Adam’s apple. His tongue traced down and lapped at the small dip at the center of Omar’s collarbone as his mate slowly began to work his cock into Omar’s ass.

  Omar’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Salvador’s cock sent him to the edge of pain. That wasn’t an exaggeration. The man was very well endowed and made Omar a happy man.

  Salvador moved slowly, his hips grinding. Omar was breathing hard, his skin sensitive, the rasp of Salvador’s fine hairs on his body caressing him, was nearly driving him mad. When his mate dipped his head for a kiss, Omar felt the explosion of heat from his mouth to Salvador’s.

  Salvador’s body was so hard, so hot against Omar’s that it nearly scorched him.

  Omar knew the minute Freedman entered Salvador. His mate’s fangs lengthened and a ring of red began to glow in his mate’s eyes.

  And then in an instant, Salvador’s hips plunged hard, driving his cock deep inside Omar, causing Omar’s body to scream with pleasure, with an overload of sensation that made Omar cry out as Salvador sank his fangs into Omar’s neck.

  He pinned Omar down as he matched Freedman thrust for thrust. Freedman’s physical strength behind him held Omar prisoner as Salvador took Omar with him to the gates of heaven.

  “Salvador…oh my god…oh god…fuck…Salvador.” Omar’s cock was iron hard, the flesh heated as it throbbed between their bodies. He needed release.

  Salvador snapped his hips harder, and Omar felt the fat, flared cockhead pull all the way back and then slam into him. He could feel the muscled thighs tight against his own. Omar wanted Salvador to consume him. The brutal hunger of Salvador was a pulse against Omar’s body, powerful and boldly masculine.

  Omar whined as he felt Salvador’s balls slapping his. The sensation was his undoing. Omar arched his back off the bed as he cried out Salvador’s name. Omar’s climax crashed over him and he threw his head back, yelling as cum shot from his cock to splatter between them.

  Freedman dug his fingers into Salvador’s hips and pistoned into his ass, roaring out his release. Salvador pulled his fangs free, gazing down into Omar’s eyes as Omar watched the man’s body jerk and Salvador cried out his release.

  Omar’s body racked with aftershocks as he fought for air. Salvador licked the wound closed at Omar’s neck and nuzzled him. Freedman’s hands were dancing over Salvador’s back, his fingertips tracing each vertebra of his spine.

  Freedman cleared his throat, his eyes drifting down to Omar. “I love you.”

  Omar was stunned that Freedman had finally said the words. It felt as if he had waited a lifetime for Freedman to come to terms with what had happened to him and letting the past go.

  “I love you, too.”

  Salvador smiled at Omar, and then winked. The vampire had been right. All Omar had to do was wait for Freedman and let the man’s heart heal with their mating.

  As Omar lay there watching the two men, he knew that he would fight to protect the love he had found. Neither were werewolf, but Omar had realized that fate gave a person what they needed, even if the men he loved were a human and a vampire.

  Rick stood at the small lake that sat behind the motel, tossing pebbles across the water as he thought about what had taken place in the lab. His mind couldn’t grasp the fact that Alexander had been alive all this time, working against the changelings. Out of all the deception he had dealt with since the war started, that one cut him the deepest.

  He had mourned his nephew’s loss and had vowed vengeance. He felt like a complete and utter fool. The pain and betrayal skated over Rick’s body, along his spine, and over his throat, tightening it to a painful constriction.

  Rick’s anger was quiet, a gathering storm beneath the smooth surface he showed the world. How could Alexander have done such a thing?

  And then Rick thought about O’Hanlon. He had been shocked into silence when he saw how much he looked like the bastard. They were almost identical. It was like looking into his own reflection, only O’Hanlon was grey around the temples and had weathered lines on his face.

  But there was no doubt the man was his biological father.

  He also wondered what Kraven was plotting. There was no way the guy was going to just walk away with his Soul Reapers. The master vampire was too evil to concede.

  Rick had a feeling he hadn’t seen the last of the vampire or his creations.

  “I thought I’d find you out here.” Dorian walked down the path, joining Rick at his side.

  “I needed to think.”

  Dorian took a step back. “Do you need me to leave?”

  “God, no.” Rick pulled Dorian into his arms, resting his head on his mate’s hair and inhaling his scent. His mate leaving was the last thing Rick needed. Just having the man in his arms was a balm to his troubled soul. “How do you feel?”

  “Are you asking about me getting shot or if I’m over my meltdown?”

  Rick grinned into Dorian’s cinnamon-brown hair. “Both.”

  “Well, thanks to Salvador, I didn’t die.” Dorian leaned his head back, giving Rick one of his impish grins. “But if one more person shoots me, I’m going to get really mad.”

  A chuckle escaped Rick’s lips. “Is that right?”

  Dorian’s Peruvian-brown eyes softened. “As far as my meltdown, I’m okay. Things were just getting to me. It was like a buildup that finally boiled over.”

  Pulling Dorian closer, Rick kissed his mate’s temple. “Don’t hold it in. If you feel the pressure building, tell me. I don’t ever want to live with the fear of losing you.”

  Dorian nodded. “How do you feel?”

  Rick gave a rough sigh. “I’m not sure. I feel like I have fallen to my lowest point. To find out Alexander wasn’t dead and had betrayed us sliced a deep hole inside of me.”

  “And O’Hanlon?”

  Rick felt the rage simmering inside his gut. He ground his teeth at the thought of killing the man and ending this damn war. “He’s still going to die. The human is nothing to me, gatito. My family is you, Isabelle, Edward, and their newborn babe, along with our godsons. My pack matters, but they are secondary. O’Hanlon isn’t even on that list.”

  Dorian leaned into Rick, sighing as he stared out into the lake. “Now what?”

  Rick cherished that sigh. He planned on taking Dorian home after this ended and listening to that sound every night they went to bed, and every morning he woke with his mate in his arms.

  Rick glanced over the lake, running his arms over Dorian’s, knowing they were entering the last leg of their hard-fought journey. “Now we head to Washington.”

  End of Book 6: Rise to Fall

  To be continued in

  Book 7: Rise to Live

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  Lynn Hagen loves writing about the somewhat flawed, but lovable. She also loves a hero who can see past all the rough edges to find the shining diamond of a beautiful heart.

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