Blood Brothers (Rocky Mountain Shifters)

by Arden, Susan

“I…” Tristen and Santo together were a powerful pair. Fire and ice. The image tore into his core. How the hell had it all turned? No way was he going to pussy out. He met Tristen’s stare. “Let’s do this ménage thing. I’m not tapping the mat on that. I can take whatever you two come up with as long as it’s your dicks or mouths.”

  Santo nodded, his eyes unreadable. Tristen tightened his hold on Fin, sliding his dick up along the seam of his cheeks, gliding through the lube, and then he pushed his cock, driving forward in one savage motion, plunging so deep that Fin whipped his head up and moaned. “Like that?”

  Santo came to him and tilted his face upward, grazing his lips. “Open up.” The vampire worked his finger over Fin’s tongue. “I’ll suck your dick as he fucks your ass.”

  Fin’s heart thudded. He felt the heat of desire rise again in wanting Santo. “Kiss me like before.”

  Santo’s vermillion lips took over, thrusting his long tongue into Fin’s mouth. The man’s kiss bordered on an assault with a deadly weapon, sucking and plunging, much like his lover’s dick. Santo was unrelenting while his hand stroked Fin’s prick, and Tristen pumped harder, longer, and deeper, lifting Fin’s hips to slam into him. The headboard pounded against the walls. Tristen swore and groaned like he was about to shatter.

  Fin’s own moans were sucked from his lips along with the air from his lungs. Santo released his face. Fin’s lips blazed, chapped and swollen. He closed his eyes when Santo dragged his tongue down from his neck and caught one of his nipples. Fin gasped and looked down to see the flat disc of his skin being held between the vampire’s white teeth.

  Santo met Fin’s stare, licking him. He tightened in pleasure tinged by icy pain. The puckering of his nipples heightened the sensation of Tristen’s deep thrusts. Fin’s whole body snapped, his head filling with orgasmic sensations, and he cried out. Never had he screamed Tristen’s name, but tonight he tasted every letter before the syllables were heaved from his soul.

  Santo latched onto his dick, sucking the head into his icy-hot mouth, the combination of heat and freeze making Fin crazy. Tristen jerked, heaving into Fin’s ass, his partner’s cock rammed so far into him he shuddered.

  Fin reached behind him, caressing Tris, his flesh covered in perspiration. His own release was so close. It wasn’t Santo he thought about rocking his hips. He gave into each thrust of Tris’s, jolts of bliss unfurling as his lover bit him along his neck. At first he snarled, then released a long howl.

  “Oh fuck, this is it, Tristen.” The force came from the depth of his being. The buildup over years of frustration swam in his blood. Nuclear fusion erupted in his balls, the explosion jetting out the head of his dick, filling the vampire’s mouth.

  “Tristen.” He released another stream of both semen and breath. “God, I—” He stopped, unable to say the words. Not with his cock being milked by another man. Had they been alone, he would have said it, and then said it again. He loved Tristen completely. So much it bordered on splintering him apart. He panted, unable to do more than close his eyes, reaching for Tristen.

  Santo released him, and the sound of the vampire’s hand working his dick mixed with the gasps and moans in the room.

  Tristen tackled him against the pillows; his mouth covered Fin’s. He opened his eyes, so ready to share what was in his thoughts with Tris. “That was amazing. You know how to deliver.” He ran his hands over the planes of Tristen’s torso, wishing to fit against him closer, tighter. He pressed his mouth to Tristen’s neck, sucking the skin, and feeling the rapid pulse under his lips. So close to the full moon, he longed to be claimed by Tristen.

  He closed his eyes, imagining they were alone. The grunt and dip in the mattress of their king-sized bed didn’t stop him from rolling Tristen’s bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting a groan from his partner. Fin’s dick hardened as though he hadn’t just exploded a second ago. It was Tristen’s mode of operation to fuck, suck, and get back in the saddle.

  He might not be able to say the words, but he’d let his body communicate. That’s what Tris had said—they communicated on another level at times. He had to tell Tristen all his heart held. “Tris, I’ve got to get inside you. Get off the bed, and lean over so I can stand behind you.”

  Tristen’s brow quirked and his beautiful lips curled back, displaying the tips of four fangs. “Powerful tonight.” He leaned over, kissing him, and Fin tasted his lover’s tormenting tongue. Tristen’s breath warmed Fin’s skin, making the veins in his dick throb.

  He moved behind Tristen, glancing over to Santo. “This is between him and me. Do you mind?”

  Santo held up his hand. “I’m only here to help, remember.” With that settled, Fin took hold of Tristen’s hips, his ass cheeks pure rock, making him spread the seam with the head of his dick. Running his crown up and down, he stared, transfixed, as he pushed inward, and felt the pleasure of having the head of his dick squeezed. He rocked his hips.

  Tristen and he moaned simultaneously as Fin careened deep inside. Fin flexed his hips, forcing his dick to flare upward inside Tristen. Fuck, he fit perfectly around him, his skin stretched along the length of his shaft. Fin filled him, slipping farther inside.

  Pumping into him and then pulling back, dragging his dick slowly out of Tristen, hovering at his opening, before ramming back inside. “Raise your leg. Fuck, Tris, I want more.”

  “Tonight you’re on fire, baby.”

  Fin’s body broke out in a sheen of sweat, his thrusts were delivered rapid and furious, trying to get further inside Tristen, break away the barriers between them, and forever erode the walls that separated them.

  “Oh, God,” he moaned, settling deeper within Tristen.

  “Fuck me.” Tris tightened his ass around Fin’s prick.

  Hot pulsations gripped him at each smooth slide into his lover. Nothing else felt this perfect. He couldn’t keep track of Santo, but he didn’t care either. “Tris, you almost ready? I am.”

  Tristen nodded. “Almost there. Come inside me. Fill me, baby.”

  His lover’s words set Fin’s cock ablaze. His mind was hijacked from the thinking realm. Tristen and he were one as he flung himself over the cliff into Tristen. With each thrust he silently chanted, Man, I love you. Baby, stay with me.

  ***

  Fin woke in a tangle of feet and legs. The air was hot and humid in the room, pungent from candles, vodka, and the pervasive scent of sex. This was a novel morning after. They’d never shared another body in their bed.

  When it came down to it, the roles had reversed. Tristen seemed to thoroughly enjoy having his ass fucked while his cock was sucked. He’d totally dominated the scene last night. The type-A beta shifter in charge of maintaining ground control and his mega-fucking style shouldn’t have surprised Fin. It didn’t, actually. It bothered him.

  Fuck! They needed to talk. After last night, he’d had his proverbial eyes opened. He was ready to lay everything he had on the table. Come clean, and hell, he’d propose they take their relationship to the next level. Mating. He knew it was the natural course of events. But marriage? Hell he didn’t know what Tristen wanted. It was time to stop hiding.

  Hugging the edge of the bed, Fin freely contemplated Tristen, whose eyes were closed. His dark lashes shadowed his sharp features. As he lay next to him, he studied Tristen’s expression, so different in sleep. Relaxed and boyish, sexy without the hell-raiser edge. Fin’s dick flicked against his belly in agreement.

  Santo was on the other side, facing away from them, snoring softly. Christ, a vampire with sinus issues. That was rich. He closed his own eyes, envisioning a romantic dinner out on the patio, heating up the Jacuzzi overlooking the mountains, and telling Tristen the things he was ready to share.

  He inhaled, going over their schedules and pinning down this Friday night. The end of the week when they could kick back. Tristen loved seafood as long as it wasn’t grilled. He’d banned grilling of anything. Another sign he carried around loads of baggage. Tristen refused therapy, refused
to talk about the last deployment they were on.

  Meeting Tris during a chance stroll, he’d found more than a friend. They had both been after mutual comfort. Fin had never dated women, and Tris was a virile shifter with needs. He’d thought it was short-term. Alone at night, they’d walk the barren streets during their off-time, to escape the drinking and loud talk in the barracks. They’d get their hands slapped for leaving the compound, but then night would come and they’d be back out on the street.

  They’d seen enough creatures to know Santo was a rare specimen of his species. Over in the Middle East, there were exotics of all types and shifters ran rampant during times of flagrant chaos. During warfare, hunger didn’t just affect the humans and animal shifters; vampires fed on animals and some on still-warm corpses.

  The sights he’d seen—all soldiers had viewed, tore at them all, and they were sworn to secrecy. Bottled-up violence. Never to tell civilians the truth. Fin wiped his hand over his face, trying to erase the memories.

  He twisted, gently rolling over to a sitting position. The empty vodka bottle lay on its side. All too suddenly, the sharp image of Tristen getting done by Santo, his lover’s eyes on him the whole time, flared in his mind. The vampire had powers in bed. Fuck, he’d confirmed that when he’d been busy getting his dick as far down Santo’s throat. In the aftermath, he understood the man had serious skills. A sharp sidewinding stab hit his gut. Tris sure as shit enjoyed him. Just what Pandora’s box had he opened? Each and every day, Santo and Tristen would be in close contact. Traveling around Denver. Alone.

  Standing up, he stole a glance over his shoulder to meet Tristen’s eyes, red-rimmed and squinting, but his smile tore open Fin’s heart even wider.

  “Good morning.” Tristen’s hoarse voice vaulted up Fin’s spine, settling in his chest.

  He bent down, brushing his lips across Tristen’s mouth, nipping his lips in the middle. “Back at ya.”

  Tristen inhaled, then coughed. “What time is it? Feels like the middle of the morning.”

  “About eight or so. Shawn sent a text. He and Quinn are coming back from Boulder. En route with the ’copter. Something about a new business location. He mentioned you had a meeting at nine-thirty. Coffee?”

  “Yeah. A quart. Black.” Tristen stretched his large, muscular arms overhead, making the sheet slip lower down his body. Six-pack perfection all the way. The only thing better was the hard-on he sported, tenting the sheet.

  Fin drooled, envisioning the texture running across his lips and down his throat. His own dick swayed, jolting against his abdomen. Tristen was thinking about his schedule from the blank look plastered across his face. “Why don’t you shower? I’ll bring you coffee when it’s ready.”

  Fin shook Santo by the shoulder and said, “Dude, time to rise and shine.”

  “I’m up. Thanks.” Santo peeled his bloodshot eyes open.

  “Looks like we all could use coffee.” Fin contemplated staying instead of leaving them alone. That was lunacy. What did he think would happen? Tristen wasn’t going to have Santo blow him. He bit back his laugh when Santo sat up, a beast with a hard-on. “Santo, you can use the shower in the guest room.”

  “Fin, he might need a minute. I think we all tied one on last night. I’ll point the way.”

  Tristen basically dismissed him. Fin clenched his jaw, turned, and strode from the damned room. Walking down the hall, his whole body tightened, wanting to pull Santo off the bed and down the hall into the guest room with instructions to keep his vampire paws off Tristen.

  He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling, trying to exorcise the thoughts running wild in his imagination that featured one horny wolf and a red-mouthed bloodsucking fucker.

  All he could think of was the sound of slurping lips moving up and down Tristen’s dick. He’d heard it so many times last night it was emblazoned on his brain. The vampire must have been a master of sucking blood because he sucked dick like nobody’s business. Fuck, if he ever wanted a job at one of the underground clubs, he’d earn a fortune.

  Great, just one swell thought followed another. Tristen had never submitted before. Not like that. Not to him.

  He poured coffee beans into the grinder, hit the button, and filled the pot with water. After punching the button for brew, he leaned against the counter, pinching the bridge of his nose. It took every ounce of control for him to man post at the kitchen counter. Taking the bag of, he slammed it down on the counter, busting open the bag. A swarm of beans went flying over the counter and on to the floor.

  “Motherfucker,” he softly swore.

  “I hate those little fuckers. Once they spill, it takes forever cleaning them up.” Santo’s voice floated across the kitchen as he came forward. He peered down at Fin, stooped, and scooped up beans.

  “Shit, Santo.” The man was inches away from him, his erect dick almost swatting him in the face.

  “Where’s the broom?” Santo’s face was split by an ear-to-ear licentious grin.

  “In the pantry. Over there. Thanks. Tristen has a meeting. We all need to get ready to shove off.”

  “So I heard. I’ll sweep and then shower. I came to ask if I could borrow a shirt. Tristen’s already in the shower.”

  Fin stood with a handful of coffee beans in his hand. He nodded, opening the trash can. “I’ll get you a shirt. Be right back.”

  Returning to the hallway, he vaguely made out the sound of Tristen singing above the water running in the shower. He stumbled, almost tripping on his own feet. He reached for the wall to steady himself, taking in Tristen’s melodious deep voice. What had happened to bring about this side of Tris? He stood outside the bathroom door. Swallowing, he took in the rumpled sheets, the bed, the clothing in piles, shot glasses, and snuffed candles. The whole vista made a bigger impact this second time viewing. Hadn’t he known that Tris had already been into the ménage scene with women? Fuck! What the hell had possessed him to open that door?

  It had seemed so right, wanting to spill his heart to Tristen, and now his chest was twisted in barbed wire. He could hardly draw a breath. The sound of the water turning off kept him from pounding the wall. Tristen’s voice rang out from the bathroom.

  Christ. He strode over the area rug and pulled open his closet door, reaching for a button-down shirt. Santo would have to roll up the sleeves unless he wanted to appear with short cuffs. If he was meeting Shawn, hell, he could show up in a polo shirt, but it was Tristen who’d have a conniption fit. The man lived in a suit while at work. Always had to have some sort of uniform. Navy blue or black.

  He walked back down the hall, inhaling the scent of fresh joe. Cups and spoons were laid out. Santo was quite the little houseguest. He came out of the panty as Fin picked up the pot. Pouring the coffee, Fin pointed toward the shirt. “The guest room is the second door on the left down the other hall. There are towels in the linen closet and razors, toothbrushes, whatever you need, just use. Make yourself at home.”

  “Much appreciation.” Santo took a filled cup and walked off with the shirt, his dick a hard pole hugging his chiseled belly. His ass was enough to make man or beast want a taste. Did Tristen want a sampling, or did he want more?

  Fin took a cup of coffee back to Tristen, sipping his own. He passed by him without touching, keeping his distance, trying to gauge how to respond to this potential powder keg, while his insides twisted. “You taking Santo with you when you meet Shawn?” He met Tristen’s staree in the mirror as he knotted a wine silk tie.

  “I set it up. Shawn’s expecting him. I think he wants to see for himself that someone like Santo is up to the task. Security has his name and particulars. They’ll do a standard employment background check.”

  “Because he’s a vampire?”

  “Actually what concerned Shawn more was his visa status. Apparently, Mike had issues with Immigration that he failed to share. It was confirmed last night there’s a crime ring moving through Denver. Now anyone coming into the company is going to be under the same kin
d of scrutiny. We can’t get caught with our pants down again.”

  “Really. I’d have thought, considering it was Santo, that’s exactly what might intrigue you.”

  “Stop joking.”

  “I’m not. You seemed enthralled with his skill set last night.” Fin set his cup down and pressed his fingers into the counter.

  “I don’t see a problem. I’m hyped to have the help. What the hell are you talking about? First you want me to hire someone and then you’ve got some huge-ass issue. He’s your special friend.”

  “Well, now he’s also yours.”

  “I’m not going to dive into this mess you’ve got going on. If you want to talk, I’m all ears. I’ve done what you wanted. Jumped when you said jump. But baby, I’m not about to ask how high just to have my hand slapped. I’ve got plenty to deal with, and these fuckers who were shaking down Mike will reappear. I’m glad to have the extra help and owe you for introducing Santo. That’s the only reason I’m thrilled he’s here.”

  A feeling of dread spread through Fin’s body, and he pushed aside his lunatic jealousy. Of course Tristen would move quickly to get Santo involved. This was Shawn’s business and there were people who might get hurt. It was Tristen’s nature to hit the ground running. If he said anything about his concern, Tristen would accuse him of being overprotective and stressing him out. His hand trembled when he lifted his cup to his mouth. He didn’t want Tristen to pick up on his thoughts. “I’d better shower. Santo is set up in the guest room.”

  “Great. Thanks for getting him settled. I don’t want you to worry.” Tristen reached out and curled his fingers around Fin’s bicep. “You all right? You’re tense.”

  “Nothing. Just spilled some coffee this morning.”

  Tristen pulled him closer and crushed his mouth to Fin’s, forcing his lips apart with his teeth and then his tongue. He growled at Fin’s reluctance. Tristen grazed his free hand across Fin’s belly making his cock harden and throb.

  “Tris.” He moaned his partner’s name. They stared into each other’s eyes. Fin fingered the wet hair at the back of Tristen’s collar. “We need to talk.”