by Joyee Flynn
“Yes and luckily Damian got me that GPS contraption that shows positions in real time so you didn’t open the portal right into the middle of their village or over the ocean,” Elena added.
“Did we ever feast when we got them back. I thought Desmond was going to pass out in shock as we brought bushel after bushel through the portal.”
“It was partially shock and partially hunger,” Desmond joked.
Rylan smiled as more guests were shown into the drawing room. My mate had insisted that we have a massive Thanksgiving Day dinner. He said his mother always threw one for All Saints’ Day and it was something spectacular, but since he now lived in America, he wanted his people to embrace our culture. And since so many of his people already lived here, he wanted to let them know that their traditions were now sacred to him.
He was talking to some of the wolves when there was a loud crash. Everyone raced over to the noise only to find little Mikey crying because he’d broken one of the art pieces on display. Rylan had made the drawing room into a showroom basically so everyone could enjoy the beauty that his people created. He said it would be a great way for the margays to get commissioned projects and simply share the art.
“I just wanted to touch the pretty blue inside,” Mikey wailed. “And now Mommy’s gonna be mad!”
“It was just an accident,” Susan said with a sigh. She picked her son up. “I’ll pay or work off whatever the price was. I’m so sorry about that, your highness.”
“Not at all, accidents happen,” Bevin replied instead. He waited until Mikey was watching him and bumped another one of his pieces with his elbow, his mouth going wide in pretend shock when it broke on the floor. “See? We all bump into things and break them.”
“You don’t hate me for breaking your stuff?” Mikey asked as he wiped his eyes.
“No way, pint size!” Bevin exclaimed as he leaned in and blew a raspberry on Mikey’s cheek. “I’ll tell you what. If you ask us if there’s anything you want to look at before just touching what’s fragile, I’ll make you a hanging blue crystal set for your window.”
“But my room is the Batcave. Can the Batcave have that?” he asked in awe, his eyes begging for Bevin to say yes.
“There are lots of caves in Italy that are full of crystals and pretty things. I know Batman wouldn’t have a problem with that.”
Problem solved. Mikey wanted Bevin to hold him after that and spent most of the time before dinner on the man’s hip. The glass was cleaned up and no harm done. The more I got to know Bevin, the more I liked the man. He was smart, funny, and loyal to Rylan and that made me relieved that my mate had such an advisor.
We sat down to dinner at the great table that had been dismantled and shipped from the palace in Italy and rebuilt here. Rylan stood and tapped his glass with a fork, smiling out at all our guests.
“I’d like to thank you for joining us at our first Thanksgiving in our new home. You all have become so much more than people who were there for us when we needed you. I honestly can say that we are all friends here and I see everyone at this table as my extended family. We couldn’t have survived and found a new home without you. This feast is for you.”
There were several cheers that went up and everyone was all smiles as we dug into the delicious meal. A good time was had by all and when the night was over, they all left with full stomachs. Ferris and I helped clean up, the palace not having a full staff yet. Plus, we weren’t raised with having servants, so for us it was normal to help out after a meal.
“Where’s Rylan?” Ferris asked me when we were done. We shared a concerned glance and quickly started looking for him.
“You would have loved it, Mother,” Rylan was saying when we found him in his study.
The first thing he’d had done when we’d moved in was hang a family portrait that his mother had painted from one of his pictures after Paolo was born. My heart wept for him because this wasn’t the first time we’d walked in on him talking to the painting. Maybe it would have been strange to some, but with his family’s tomb back in Italy, it wasn’t like he could visit their graves to be near them and talk to them.
“Everyone was happy and enjoyed the feast,” he continued, none the wiser that we were standing there. “It was a party worthy of your seal of approval. And Paolo was all smiles, enchanting everyone as you did. Father, the rest of the packs have moved to safe locations. I will protect our people so a tragedy like what happened to you never occurs again. The covens are happy to have such talented people with them.
“And they’re thrilled over the strength they get from our blood. I’ve been very careful with that though, checking in regularly and making sure no one treats our people as food. It really doesn’t seem to be a problem though. The vampires are wonderful. I just got word that another of our people found their mate in the coven they moved into. Isn’t that wonderful? There’s joy and love blossoming out of the terror and fear that made us have to move.
“It gives me hope that our people will thrive and call their new covens home one day. I know I’ll never forget you both, and neither will your people. I’ll make sure Paolo hears about you all the time and will know the kind of people you were. I hope you’re smiling down from heaven at the way my mates have taken on the role of his fathers though. They love him so much. You should see the way they dote on Paolo.
“I’m sorry you never got to meet my mates. You would have liked them. They are good men and have done so much for the people you love and for me. I wouldn’t have survived losing you without them. Every day they give me strength and show me how special I am to them. I know all you ever wanted was for me to be happy. It’s not been easy and the road ahead is long and a lot of work has to be accomplished. But with them, I’m happy every minute of it.”
“So are we,” Ferris said quietly. “And I’m sorry we never got to meet them either. They raised a fine man and the way you talk about them I think we would have loved to have them as in-laws.”
“Thank you for saying that,” Rylan whispered, turning to face us as he wiped tears off his cheeks. “I meant every word. I love you both so much and need you more than I need air. You smile and you take my breath away. You laugh and my heart feels as light as the clouds in the sky. You touch me and my skin turns ablaze and I want nothing but to be in your arms as you love on me.”
I smiled and closed the distance between us, wrapping an arm around Rylan. “You mean like this?” I breathed against his ear before kissing that hot spot for him under his neck. “Does this get you hot, baby?”
“Yes, so hot,” he mewled as he held on to me tightly. “Take me to our bed, my strong, sexy mate.”
“You never have to ask me that twice,” I growled as I swung him up into my arms. Ferris gave us both a heated look and followed me out of the study and up the stairs. The rooms Rylan had had designed for us were gorgeous but yet, very much us. The moment I had walked into them, even before any of the furniture had been brought in, I knew it was home.
Ferris and I ripped off his clothes as we entered our rooms, not even making it to the bed yet. Rylan yowled and squirmed in my arms. I moaned in delight when I saw he was hard, leaking, and wanting us.
“I want one of you on each end and then switch afterwards,” he begged as we got onto the bed and surrounded him. “I need to feel you both inside of me tonight.”
“Done and done,” Ferris agreed, moving to the head of the bed as I flipped Rylan over. I moaned as I saw the plug already in our mate. “Someone was planning to seduce us tonight.”
“We have a lot of places left in the palace to christen,” he purred as he helped Ferris undo his pants. “And leave the clothes on. I love when I’m naked, at your mercy, and you both are still dressed. It makes me feel so erotically sexy and desired.”
“I’m okay with that,” I said, clearing my throat loudly. I loved the picture our mate always painted for us with what he wanted. Besides, I didn’t know if I could wait to undress before I was inside of him. I wa
tched as Rylan lapped at Ferris’s cock, teasing our mate to the point his chest was heaving. I slapped Rylan’s pert ass hard and he made happy mewling noises. “Suck that cock all the way down your throat. We’re giving you what you want so no teasing.”
“Yes, my love.” He did as I ordered immediately and I yanked the plug out of his tight ass, smiling when I saw there was more than enough slick left over for me to enter him. I grabbed his hips firmly and thrust my cock into him hard. Rylan loved to feel the need and undying passion when we took him. And he always wanted more.
“I love the way my gorgeous mate looks when he sucks my cock,” Ferris praised as I felt Rylan’s hole twitch at the compliment.
“Brace your hands on the bed, baby. This is going to be a hard ride,” I warned. He moaned and moved his hands from Ferris’s thighs to the bedding as I wanted. The moment he did, I started pounding into his perfect body. “Such a good mate. So strong, so smart, and so loving. You were wonderful tonight, Ry. We were both proud of you and the way you made all our guests so welcome in our home.”
“And you’ve made it a wonderful home,” Ferris agreed. “It might not be unpacked fully yet, but it’s home. We have everything we need here and then some and all because you smelled your mate driving that little car. I’m so glad you did.”
Rylan nodded his head, letting us know he felt the same way. It didn’t take me long until I was ready to blow. I reached down and stroked Rylan’s cock in time with my thrusts. He went wild, burying his face against Ferris’s body. Our baby blew first and then Ferris. Once my mates were taken care of, I let my own orgasm find me. I cried out their names as I pumped my seed deep into his sweet ass.
“I love you both,” I panted when I was spent. Rylan let Ferris’s dick go with a loud pop.
“As we love you,” Ry purred. He moved quick as a flash, pulling off my cock, knocking Ferris back to the bed, and sitting on his dick. Then he leaned back until his mouth was directly in front of my groin. “I’m feeling kinky and I want to ride his fat cock tonight.”
“It’s such a hardship that we have being mated to you,” I drawled as I grabbed my dick and moved it into his mouth. Rylan moaned as he started swirling his hips.
“Do that thing I love, baby,” Ferris pleaded as he propped himself up on his elbows to watch the show. Rylan gave me a wink and started moving his hips faster than we could even keep up with. “Oh fuck, Ry. Jesus, you know how to please a man. Ride that cock all night, baby!”
“It’s like getting three blow jobs at once,” I groaned as I massaged my balls. “Scream for us, Ry, and I’ll let you tie me down tomorrow and fuck me with your toys.” My mate lost his rhythm as his eyes went wide. He and Ferris had had so much fun when I was on display, at their mercy, and begging for attention. Fate knew how much I’d enjoyed it. They’d brought me off at least seven times that night until I’d passed out in pleasure.
Ferris moaned at the idea and Rylan went back to moving faster than we could see. I blew in no time, shooting deep down his throat as he swallowed everything I had to give him. Ferris roared out his release and shot deep into our kitty. I pulled out of Rylan’s mouth, yanked him off our spent mate, and fucked him once more just for good measure.
“I never get tired of how strong you both are and the places you take my body,” he cooed once we were both spent. I chuckled as I moved him next to Ferris and curled up around Rylan’s back.
“I told you. We’ll just have to suffer through it. It’s such a sacrifice to take care of our mate,” I teased.
“Be nice or we won’t give you a dozen orgasms this time,” he threatened as he slapped my hip. We shared a laugh before drifting off into a peaceful sleep in each other’s arms.
Always in each other’s arms where we belonged.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Joyee dreams of one day living on enough land to have a few horses, and find a couple of cowboys or pool boys of her own. A lover of men, Joyee is all about them in any form in her books; vampire, werewolf, shape-shifter, military . . . It’s all good! She loves to get lost in fantasy that only books can bring. Her wide interest in reading is reflected in her writings, whether short stories, romance, or mystical. Currently Joyee lives with her dog, Marius, named after a vampire from Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire series.
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