Interspecies Public Relations Officer [Milson Valley 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)

by Jo Penn

  Uri smiled slowly. “Welcome to Milson Valley, Cas, looks like you’ve got your hands full.”

  * * * *

  Luka grinned as he looked around the pack bar. He had managed to talk Caspar into coming. Okay, he had just thrown a tantrum until the big gorgeous fae threw up his hands in disgust and gave in. Luka felt it was a good introduction for the fae who were all standing pressed back against the wall trying to keep the wolves back when they came too close sniffing them.

  Laurie was busy arguing with one of their friends at the bar. Tudor sat hunched over trying to be unseen on the bench seat. It was cool.

  Drax walked in, completely ignoring Luka. His big brother was such a friendly bugger, Luka loved that about him.

  Marco slipped out of his seat when a few females pulled him up to dance. Everyone knew Marco was straight down the line gay but the females loved him as they never had to fight off his attentions and he was fun.

  Luka’s attention kept straying to Caspar and Tudor. The fae was a big bastard, in all the right places. He’d love to get his paws on the creature but that wasn’t such a good idea, not when they were mates and Caspar would end up doing something stupid like claiming Luka.

  So he stared at that rounded ass a lot, and the rest of the six foot six muscle bound fae, how his blonde longish hair spiked up, muscles rippled when he waved a hand talking with Uri and his second, the bear shifter, Tripp Croggen. And when Caspar glanced over, it was hard not to stare into those peculiar, yet hot, light brown eyes.

  Then there was Tudor. The guy was just so damn cute! Luka licked his lips, wondering what the wizard tasted like. He must have given off a heady whiff of pheromones because the three wolves near him sniffed deeply and groaned. In a moment, they were off, one tackling another wolf and pushing her out of the bar, the other two racing outside, one of the doors hinges snapping.

  Huh, what’re you going to do?

  Again, he eyed up the fae and wizard. More pheromones wafted off and some of the fae guarding him began to shift uneasily. Well, interesting, it affected the fae, not just shifters and a few other paranormal types. Good to know.

  Before he even knew what he was doing, Luka grabbed Tudor and pulled the man out onto the dance floor where dozens of couples were moving to the music. He loved to dance! Loved to move, needed to move, be free, to feel the sensuality of music thread through his body taking him places he liked to be.

  Tudor was blinking. “Oh, ah…I don’t dance.”

  “Come on, baby, let me show you how.” Luka slipped an arm around Tudor’s waist, noting the wizard needed to put on a little weight, and not able to help the small moan that escaped at the body to body contact. He pressed close, tracing Tudor’s stiff body with one hand, holding tight with the other and sniffed deeply.

  Oh Gods, Tudor smelled so frigging fine, like cinnamon ice cream! That would now be Luka’s favorite smell of all time. His cock got so hard it hurt, his body filled with pleasurable tension. He moved Tudor slowly, his hand molding to that fine boned body and up to cup Tudor’s jaw and raise the man’s chin.

  Luka was on fire. He could barely think or breathe as he stared into amazing dark blue eyes, fingers twirling in soft cinnamon hair. His eyes dropped to parted pink lips and back up to those absorbing eyes that were now a little dazed and full of want and need.

  Lowering his head, he sank into the kiss, not to devour, but savor those soft lips that were so tentative, so fine. Luka shuddered. Tudor’s hands came up to lightly touch his pecs, not pushing away but not holding either. It was tantalizing and frustrating.

  Tudor tasted just the same as he smelled, but even better. Luka slipped his tongue in and lapped, stroking, caressing. His heart pounded, head roared. He was burning up.

  Breaking the kiss abruptly, he stared into Tudor’s eyes dumbfounded, stunned, and shaken to his very soul. It had been the sweetest thing he’d ever experienced. And he ran, bolting out of the bar before anyone could stop him, his head full of the taste of his wizard, his body clawing with needs, full of mate.

  Stumbling out the door and down the steps he stripped off his shirt, tearing it and his skin with claws.

  “Luka! Breathe, brother.”

  “Don’t touch me!” Luka howled as his brother went to touch his arm.

  “Shit, you’re burning up.”

  “Run. Run, I need to run.” He panted, eyes wolf. He howled and stumbled back as Caspar stepped out of the bar, eyes locked on Luka. “N-o…owwww!”

  He fell, body twisting in agony. Touching mates was so fucking good, and so very bad!

  “Don’t touch him. He’s burning up. Unless you’re going to fuck him,” Drax said crudely. “It’s the only way to bring him back down to normal or we sedate him.”

  “There is another way.” Caspar kneeled beside Luka, smiling in a gentle way, not touching. “I will cool you down with magic, my mate.”

  “Yes, cool me d-down or I’ve gotta fuck and…” He rolled onto his back, legs up, arms around his stomach. “C-can’t, only mates, but h-he said no, didn’t he?”

  He needed Tudor so bad. The touch of his mate had sent him into sudden mate reaction despite the potion. Damn fertility wolf, nothing kept it down.

  “Yes, he has asked for time. You astound me, my gorgeous wolf. To not run to another when in pain of need, to not betray your mates and provide our other mate time.”

  Cool air touched his skin, seeping deep inside. As Luka lay there shaking and groaning, it infiltrated all of him. Within a few minutes, the heat was down and he could breathe, but he felt like he’d been hit by a Mack truck and rolled over a few times.

  “Okay, no touching mates, that’s painful.”

  Caspar smiled, shaking his head. “You have two mates, one who can provide what you need.”

  “Uh-huh, no way, I’m not falling for ‘oh, just some fucking, Luka, it’ll cool you down’, then wham, you claim me.”

  Caspar grinned. “Possibly. But I did say I would give you time. Though after witnessing that kiss with Tudor I may have to take back my word.”

  Luka winced, sitting up. “He tastes so good.”

  “Well, your first kiss, bro! It was a scorcher.” Marco grinned, sitting on the steps of the bar and drinking a frothy cocktail of some sort.

  Luka couldn’t help it. The growing crowd and Caspar were all blinking at him in shock and he blushed to the roots of his newly dyed black hair, courtesy of Marco and his hair dying skills. That was why Laurie currently had purple hair. Luka had held their best friend down and Marco dyed the wizard’s hair with permanent purple color. No matter what magic Laurie tried, he couldn’t get it out. He was so pissed.

  “What the—first kiss?” Drax exclaimed.

  “Well, well, well, our little wolf can blush!” Uri laughed. “No kissing, Luka?”

  “Geez, it’s not like it’s a big deal.” Luka stood up, stepping away from Caspar’s outstretched hand. “No offense, but I’m not taking another chance of overheating. So you and Tudor stay at least ten feet away and cover your scents.”

  “I was your first kiss?” Tudor asked quietly.

  Feeling completely vulnerable and embarrassed, Luka slumped, hanging his head.

  “He felt it was too intimate for just anyone,” Marco supplied. “Saved that for someone he was really attracted to, who got the fires lit inside. So apparently that’s you, Tudor.” Marco batted his eyelashes. “You’re pretty hot, too, Cas.”

  “If we’re all finished watching the over amorous wolf, perhaps we could forget this ever happened and keep my reputation as a horn dog intact.” Luka went to walk up the stairs and was jerked back by a big hand on his arm. “Oh shit! Heating up!”

  “Well I am glad this occurs with me, also.” Caspar released some cooling magic. “It is time to leave. Marco, Laurie, feel free to stay with Alpha Urian. Come, Tudor.”

  Luka was so not having a good time now. Being dragged along to one of the fae cars, he tore off the shirt Caspar magicked on him, panting at the con
tact of his over sensitized skin. He jumped in the back, wanting to be away from Caspar and gave a finger point at Tudor.

  “Sit in the front if you don’t want to be jumped in the back seat. If you do.” Luka gave a leering grin. “Come sit on my lap.”

  Tudor scrambled into the front seat. Marco climbed in one side, Laurie the other.

  Marco laughed. “Don’t worry, Tudor, he’d only jump you a little, just feel you up, play around, blow you off. Our Luka’s a bottom boy, only pretends to top.”

  “If you can stop discussing my mate sexually, I won’t have to seal your mouth closed with magic.” Caspar turned the cool up in the car.

  Luka could barely remain in the car. Half way back to the fae house he was stripping off, panting, growling, and ready to hump anyone close to him. As it was his two best friends sitting on either side of him, ones he felt like family, brothers, the thought of humping either was ewwww.

  “Can you knock him out?” Laurie asked. “He’s going to overheat. The potions pretty much worn off and he’ll be in agony again soon.”

  “Very well.” Caspar stopped the car, turned in his seat and flicked a finger at Luka. “Sleep, mate.”

  Chapter Five

  Tudor wasn’t sure what to make of any of this. After Caspar put Luka to sleep the two creatures in the back beguiled them with stories about Luka when he was young. With all the crazy antics, soon Tudor wasn’t sure what was fiction, and what was real. It didn’t seem possible his mate could have gotten up to so much and still lived.

  Tudor could see the feline and wizard absolutely adored Luka. And with the best friends being inseparable, they could quite possibly do some of the things they had talked about.

  It would be nice to be as special to someone as Luka obviously was to his friends, pack and family. They watched out for him, teased him, let him by himself. Tudor had never experienced that. He would like to, but he wasn’t sure it was ever possible.

  He hadn’t stopped thinking of that kiss, and to know he was Luka’s first kiss shook Tudor’s impressions of the wolf. The kiss had been so sweet, so sensual, unlike anything Tudor had ever experienced. There had been no demands, no pushing, just…divine. He’d felt precious and special.

  Maybe that was just in his mind though. Being special to someone was all he’d ever wanted, but he wasn’t foolish enough to consider he would be, nor risk himself. Caspar and Luka may be his mates but that did not guarantee they would love him, accept him. He wasn’t a big handsome warrior and magically powerful like Caspar, nor was he unique, gorgeous, and a strong shifter like Luka. No, he was just a wizard with magic that excelled in some areas, was flat in others, and currently targeted for seeing something a Senator didn’t want him to see. He was okay looking. He was fine with himself, didn’t really have hang ups. A little awkward and introverted, but he was okay with that. He’d had sex, had relationships, but he always took his time and found someone he cared for and cared for him. It would be no different with his mates, and probably harder as they were both so very special.

  Caspar carried Luka inside. “I will take Luka upstairs. You should get some rest, Tudor.”

  “Ah, I don’t want to be out of line, it’s just that though you cooled Luka down with magic, that’ll only delay the need. It’ll come back ten times worse if he…umm.” Laurie flushed.

  “What my friend is trying to say is Luka needs sex, lots of it, now. Or you need to use the special serum. But know that can only be used a few times before his body begins to reject it and the problems begin all over again.” Marco walked off.

  “Oh, yeah…that.” Laurie hurried after his friend.

  “I intend to give my mate what he needs.” Caspar cradled Luka a little closer against his big chest.

  “You promised not to claim him,” Tudor said quietly but firmly.

  The big fae raised a brow. “I did and will keep my word. I will show you to your room.”

  Tudor followed along up the stairs. To the left, he saw Marco and Laurie disappear out of sight. Caspar took them toward the back of the house and inclined his head.

  “This is your room. Would you care to join us, mate?”

  Gods no! He was so not ready for that and he would hold out, even if after that kiss with Luka his own wizard needs were rising. Still, he wouldn’t give in to those needs until…well, until he knew.

  “No. Good night, and thank you for saving me today from the Renegades.”

  “You are more than welcome.”

  Caspar waited until Tudor was inside his room. Once inside he heard the fae continue to the next room a bit further down and sagged against the door. Gods, he could only imagine what was going to happen. Fucking. Lots and lots of fucking. His cock was full and achy and images of burying himself deep in Luka had it twitching and nearly coming. The wolf was just so gorgeous, so open and sexy. Another image of Tudor sandwiched between Luka and Caspar flitted through his mind, him taking Luka, Caspar pounding his ass then Luka. He was sure the wolf would need to be taken a few times. Tudor hadn’t been unaffected by the pheromones pouring off the man. He’d felt how overpowering they were.

  Rubbing his weary eyes, he heard a strangled yowl and shivered.

  They were at it. Time for him to take a very long, very cold shower.

  * * * *

  Waking up to his cock deep in Caspar’s throat had Luka yowling and bucking on the large bed. He didn’t know how he got here and he sure as hells didn’t give a flying fuck right now. He just wanted the big fae to keep those lips wrapped around his aching, painful cock and deep in that wet, warm throat.

  The man knew how to give head. One moment Luka was tearing at the sheets beneath him, the next he was arching and coming so hard it was a pleasurable hurt.

  He panted, looking down his body that was completely naked, as was Caspar’s and man, was the creature built! Muscles, golden tanned skin, all of it lush. Caspar released Luka’s still engorged cock with a few licks across the head, tongue dipping into the tiny slit there. Luka nearly came again just from the sight of the man’s tongue on him.

  Hands, big and strong, stroked Luka all over. His shoulders, arms, tangling with his fingers, along his chest, pinching at his little nipples and when the creature’s mouth followed behind, Luka was a mass of needs, whimpering and twisting on the bed. He was so in need, so heated, he couldn’t think, only feel, as hands stroked and bought him relief and heated him further.

  “Fuck, n-need to fuck.” He growled.

  Caspar rose above him, Luka getting a good look at the man’s package. Oh yeah, that was fucking fantastic. He was huge, probably tear Luka apart without a lot of prep! But damn, he wanted that huge cock in his ass now!

  His body was getting too hot and needy, pain splintering. He panted, rolling over and climbing on Caspar, knocking the man to the bed on his back and sat on his cock. He rubbed himself against the pole, moaning.

  “Lube, lots of lube.”

  Smiling, Caspar lifted his fingers that glistened. “Yes, my wolf, I want you well prepared to take my cock in your hot little ass.”

  Groaning at the dirty words, the image in his head, he lay back against Caspar’s upraised knees, spread his legs wide and presented himself. Luka’s head fell back at the first touch against his sac, groaning, needing more.

  “H-hurting, Caspar.”

  The mate was good, he didn’t continue to play. Luka was all for playing but his needs were too high. He lifted his ass a little and felt a finger breach his hole.

  Mother of mercy, the man had big fingers! Luka felt full with one finger, panting around the feel of it stretching him out, touching nerve ending that sent him careening toward another climax. Another finger pressed in, stretching him. Luka began fucking those two fingers, grabbing his cock and stroking fast. When the next finger entered him, his dick twitched and he came, howling.

  His body still needed more. He didn’t notice the fourth finger, just fucked them, and when they were withdrawn, he growled in frustration.
r />   A deep chuckle had him opening his eyes. “Ready for me, amore?”

  “Ready, so ready.”

  Lifted up, Luka gave a deep moan as he was lowered onto that huge cock. He leaned forward, planting his hands either side of Caspar’s spiky blond hair and slowly moved downward, taking a bit at a time, relishing the feel. Caspar groaned, big body tense beneath him, all those fucking gorgeous muscles bulging and straining, turning Luka on even more. Once the big cock was seated fully inside him, he was able to move, getting the feel of it, teasing with long, languid movements.

  He loved to ride cock, and be under a big man. He watched Caspar, learning quickly what the man liked, and spent a lot of time teasing. Leaning forward, he used one hand to caress, trailing his fingers over muscles and tanned skin, licking here and there, tasting the unique flavor of the man, a sharp, masculine tanginess that was addictive. He moved long and slow on that huge cock, loving the feel, groaning and impaling himself, licking and touching.

  Big hands took hold of his hips. “You are driving me crazy, mi amore. I need you.”

  Luka smiled and licked the big fae’s nipple. “You taste so good. I love your cock in my ass, so big, stretching me.”

  Caspar’s eyes blazed darkly. “Mine! You are mine.”

  “Sure, babe, enjoy the ride.” Luka stretched up, lengthening his body and spreading his legs wider, dropping further onto that huge pole in his ass. “Ahh, so good.”

  A deep growl was his only warning. One minute he was on top, next he was bottom. One hand gripped his wrists firmly and pulled them above his head, stretching his entire body. His ass was lifted, cheeks spread and Luka’s eyes rolled back as he was pounded into again and again, hitting that perfect little sweet spot as the creature above him held him down and took him.

  Luka screamed out his release, body jerking and arching, sucking that cock. Caspar followed him, big body pumping and spilling his seed deep inside. They both dropped to the bed panting.

  “Wow, that was good.”