by Jo Penn
Once on the road, Luka, he leaned forward and snapped his canines in Cas’s ear.
“Too gruff.”
“What? Damn, I think you deafened me. What’s your problem?” Cas snapped.
“My problem is that Tudor was baring his soul and upset and you just shush him gruffly. Do you know how to be affectionate? Cause I’ve seen you be patient, attentive, and you even listen and do what others advise, all good traits, but I need affection and I’m guessing so does Tudor.”
“It’s okay, but thanks, Luka,” Tudor said quietly, not looking at either of them.
“Not okay. I’m not a wolf who submits and puts up with something I don’t like. And Tudor, when you’re ready, I want to know exactly what that disgusting old vampire did. And don’t worry, my brother will track the bastard down and tear out his throat.” They both gaped at him. “What? Drax is the pack Enforcer and takes his role seriously. Someone threatens the pack, and you are both pack if you’re mated to me, he hunts down and eliminates.”
“Holy stars.” Tudor dropped his head into his hands. “Drax will get himself killed, Luka.”
“Nah, my brother is a big bugger. He’s a special kind of wolf. Runs in my family, we’re just so damn special, except my younger sister. She’s a snot and lazier than Marco. So, affection, Caspar.”
Caspar laughed.
Luka wasn’t sure he had actually heard the fae laugh before, not a real one that lit up his light brown eyes and put little crease lines beside his mouth. It was a good look and the sound went straight to Luka’s balls, tightening them, making him feel a bit heated.
“Yeah, you shouldn’t laugh right now. There’s not enough room in the back seat for your big body.”
Caspar groaned, sniffing the air.
“Mate, you drive me crazy already. I see you’re getting into the feeling of mates now, and that is very good.” Caspar purred a bit like a big cat. “I have been alive for a very long time, I am a protector of my guild and the fae realm. I have seen a lot, done a lot of things that are necessary but hurt the soul. Affection has not been a part of my life since I was young, but I will provide for my mates.” Caspar’s eyes sparkled. “Perhaps you can lead by example.”
“Ooh, you like to watch, cool.”
“That’s not what he said!” Tudor exclaimed, embarrassed.
“That is exactly what I said, on many levels. I would very much enjoy watching you two together, sexually and affectionately. I see our wolf has begun to feel connected to us both and is asserting his position, you may end up on the bottom, our wizard.”
Luka chuckled. Tudor was flushed with embarrassment and from his scent, a bit turned on and didn’t know how to deal with that. Leaning forward, he took a deep whiff of his mate and whined. Tudor shivered. Caspar reached over and slid a hand slowly up Tudor’s leg, agonizingly slow. Luka waited for the protest, it may have been there with the jumbled little murmur Tudor gave before his head fell back against the seat and his body jerked.
“Our sexy wolf, lower Tudor’s seat back. We must take care of our mate, he is far too tense and needs some affection.” Caspar pulled the car to a stop.
Grinning wolfishly, Luka got right on that. He kept an eye on Caspar’s wandering hand as it moved agonizingly slowly up Tudor’s inner thigh, caressing, drawing circles, causing their wizard to make cute little half gurgled sounds and whimpering moans. Oh yes, this was good, Tudor’s arousal was high with the mate draw. Lowering the seat back to as far as it would go down, he undid the seatbelt.
“Are you too tired to magic up more clothes?”
The big fae gave a luscious grin. “Shred them, mate. While I park the car.”
Tudor gulped as Luka tore his clothes to ribbons and pushed the shredded material aside, exposing the wizard’s creamy white skin and those freckles Luka wanted to lick. Caspar made quick work of parking, pretty much slamming on the brakes and pulling just off the road. Leaning around, Luka watched Caspar return to his teasing, the big fae’s hand brushing across Tudor’s erection. When Caspar removed his hand, teased enough for a moment, Luka tore the black pants also and moved them aside, doing the same with the short briefs Tudor wore.
“Ooh, sexy.” Luka pushed Tudor’s legs as far apart as they would go, wet his finger, and rubbed it along Tudor’s ass crack.
“Very sexy.” Caspar reached between them and stroked Tudor’s red cock. “Long and hard. Perfect. Wet him for us, gorgeous.”
Oh yeah, Luka was all for that. Wiggling back so his knees were on the carpeted floor and he was pressed against Tudor’s torso, this was not the most comfortable way to get at his mate’s lush body, he took a few moments to nuzzle Tudor’s sac, tasting, sucking, getting so heated he may explode. Opening his mouth, he took that long cock in deep and sucked it right down, tongue pressing against the head and tasted pre-cum, reveling in it.
He could suck his mates off for hours, both tasted so good he couldn’t get enough of them. When he felt Tudor’s slender hands grip his waist, Luka rumbled his approval.
“My turn.” Caspar growled low.
Luka had a few more sucks, licked the top as he released, then eased back to touch and watch the show. Man, he couldn’t wait to see Tudor come and it wouldn’t take much, Luka knew from experience of being on the receiving end of one of Caspar’s hand jobs. The man was extremely talented. Probably all those thousands of years of experience.
Tudor cried out as his cock was gripped in Caspar’s big hand.
“You like that, mate? You like Luka’s hot mouth fucking your cock? My hand on you?”
Luka leaned around and nuzzled Tudor’s neck, scraping his canines across softly while his fingers trailed over Tudor’s slender chest.
“Y-yes…oh, no, we shouldn’t, I—”
“Shh, relax, this is just a little playing. You need some attention and affection.” Luka snagged Tudor’s hands and lifted them over his mate’s head and held both in one wrist. “But if you really don’t want to…”
He loosened his hold on Tudor’s hands and leaned back a little. Caspar watched, quirking a brow then released Tudor also. Luka wanted the wizard to actually say what he wanted. So far he’d heard a lot of stuff about being wanted for himself and not just because they were mates, which didn’t make any sense because mates were fated and meant just for each other, were perfect for one another. And then the wizard wasn’t showing any affection. Luka could understand this was all a big change and happening fast, but if he could get with the mateship, then he figured Tudor needed to make up his mind to also, or let them know now.
With a little whimper and wide blue eyes looking startled and a bit lost, Tudor nodded. “P-please, I want both of y-you.”
“And we want you, Tudor,” Caspar assured.
Luka clasped his hand around Tudor’s wrists and proceeded to touch and lick every delectable inch of creamy skin he could reach while Cas ever so slowly drove Tudor to the brink. Tudor tugged his hands, groaning. Luka smiled and took his mate’s lips, so wanting to kiss again, to feel and taste him. He traced the lower lip with his tongue, learning the feel, the taste, then slid inside and lapped as he covered Tudor’s mouth fully with his own.
All resistance ended. Tudor was a mindless creature in the throes of passion. He arched and thrusted his cock into Caspar’s hand. Luka kissed him and ran his other hand over their wizard, learning all his responses, how incredibly sensitive his nipples were, and that Tudor whimpered when Luka pulled back from his lips.
You should always provide what your mate needed. Luka took those soft tasty lips again. Tudor opened completely, giving his entire body for their keeping.
“Ahh, yes, yes, mates…” Tudor cried breathless, body jerking.
Luka gave a quick kiss and moved back. He was rewarded with the beautiful sight of Tudor’s orgasm, his cries soft and uninhibited. Caspar pumped until Tudor was empty, though did not release Tudor’s cock from his firm grip.
“You’re ours, Tudor.” Caspar staked his claim.
“Feed me, gorgeous.” Caspar growled.
Luka dipped his fingers again and held them out to Caspar. The big fae sucked the come off and licked Luka’s fingers.
“So damn good.” He smiled and released Tudor’s now softening cock. “You were amazing today, my strong beautiful wizard. Placing your concern for others before yourself takes a great deal of inner strength and reflects who you are. You are wanted and admired for just who you are, Tudor, not just your magic and what you can give a coven, but you, the man with integrity, one who made sure I was careful with Luka and his fertility needs, and wanted to help his friend, Corey. I couldn’t ask for more in a mate and I am honored to call you mine.”
Luka smiled. His fae learned so quickly and so well. But damn, Luka really needed to get off or he was going to overheat.
“Thank you, Caspar,” Tudor whispered. “Luka, could you let me go now?”
“Guess, but I liked holding you so we could do whatever we wanted to your sexy body.”
“I’m not sexy, Luka. I’m skinny with fair skin and freckles—”
Luka nipped Tudor’s neck, not playfully. “Mine! You’re sexy. I want us to fuck then snuggle and sniff you all over, licking as I go. I also want to shop with you, paint your toenails, and see you laugh, like Caspar did just before. I know you’ve got this thing about waiting for more feelings than a mate and I’ve been a bit slow with coming around to the whole mate thing, but honestly, I don’t get it. You’re cute and beautiful, smart and caring, you don’t take shit and you’ve got us. Now I’d like to jack off before I overheat. And don’t use your wizard magic, or Caspar your fae magic to clean him off. I want the smell of us all over him so others are well aware he’s mine.”
“Ours.” Caspar smirked.
“Yeah, that, too. Gods, so hot.” He let go of Tudor and lay back against the seat, opened his pants, and freed his straining, desperate cock.
“I shall enjoy watching,” Caspar murmured.
“It’ll be a quick show,” Luka hissed, stroking himself. “Real quick.”
“Do you, I mean, would you like me to touch you?”
Luka was watching Tudor wipe off the come from his chest and stomach with torn clothes and blinked up at his mate.
“Do I look stupid? Yes, yes, come here.” Luka panted, not sure if Tudor would or not, amazed and relieved when his mate climbed over to the back seat. “Oh Gods, I’m going to come so damn fast.”
“Okay.” Tudor pushed Luka’s hand away from his aching erection.
“Need, now, can’t play.” Luka was going out of his mind, so heated now his teeth were down.
“Just going to touch you a little.”
“Yeah, that’s all it’ll take…oooh!”
Tudor leaned forward and ran his hands over Luka’s chest, the mate’s mouth finding that spot on his neck that had his leg twitching and cock leaking more. It was glorious and torture and he knew he was going to blow before Tudor even got to jerking him but right now, he didn’t damn well care, not when his mate’s hands and mouth were on him and his stomach was pressed against his groin.
Tudor moved slightly and Luka howled at the groin to groin contact, the way Tudor moved their cocks together, the friction, heat and mouth on his neck. Sensations blasted through him, he pumped against Tudor and wrapped his arms around his wizard who moved slowly, giving just enough pressure, hitting just the right spot that had Luka hanging on for dear life.
The tingling began in the base of his spine, sac pulling up and he was coming in long streams, the wet warmth just adding to the skin to skin sensations. When his balls were empty, Luka flopped back but didn’t let Tudor go, he never wanted to.
And wasn’t that a bitch! Yeah, Laurie was so going to do the “I told you so” routine for a few decades, and Luka was fine with it. After all, he had his mates. He may have always believed he didn’t want a mate, but fate knew better and gave him two very different ones, two who were showing him so much more than he’d ever dreamed and never thought to want.
He was pretty much in love with them.
“I do love to watch,” Caspar said huskily. “Makes me come. Sorry, but we need to hurry and I need you both dressed.”
Caspar pulled back onto the road and drove to their new home.
Luka smiled contentedly, kissing Tudor’s hair before letting him go. They used bits of torn off clothes to clean up then Caspar covered them in jeans and t-shirts.
They arrived at Minstral a few minutes later, Caspar parking in the driveway.
“You’ve used a lot of magic since we met. Are you going to get drained?” Luka asked, hopping out of the car beside Caspar.
“Thank you for caring, Luka. I am a little drained and will rest this evening. Perhaps no more shredding clothes until tomorrow.”
“I can try.” Luka winked and led the way to the house. “What do you two think of Minstral?”
He noticed Caspar seriously studying the front grounds, which were actually pretty bare, with only a few garden beds while the rest was lawn. Tudor though was wide eyed, looking everywhere, taking it all in.
Luka wondered if the wizard had ever spent much time in a place like this. Sure, Tu had been at the Armstrong coven a few months but that place was plush and manicured whereas Minstral had a fucking big old castle with a few smaller cottages and they were pretty much it. Just the lawn with the scruffy garden beds, long driveway, and the forest surrounding.
He guessed it felt isolated and deep in the forest. It wasn’t though, only about seven or eight miles from the outer ’burbs of Milson City. Maybe it wasn’t Tudor’s thing though.
“If you don’t like it, there’s these two big old apartment blocks right beside each other that are scheduled for revamping the fae could buy and remodel.”
“No, I like this,” Cas murmured, turning to Visij as the other fae caught up to them while another did a walk around the property. “A lot of forest that needs to be protected.”
“Yep. I’ll scout it.”
“No,” Caspar ordered firmly. “Too many opportunities to get you alone there. We’ll do it when we have the rest of the guild here.”
“True.” Visij shrugged. “How come you were allowed out on your own, Luka?”
“Do I look like I’m on my own?” Luka waved his hands around.
“Smartass. I was talking about the other day when you were spying on us fae.”
“Ah.” Luka smirked. “Well, I’m pretty resourceful and not a pup anymore—”
“I spoke to your brother earlier. The guards are to be reinstated, my mate.”
Luka felt the urge to stomp his feet and howl. He’d waited so long to get rid of the guards and have his own place, and space, and now he was screwed in another way! Guards. Mates. He growled and walked away a few steps, kicked a clump of crappy grass and grumbled about having to be guarded. Then he had a bright idea.
He turned and walked back to Caspar who was watching Luka with suspicion and caution. Smiling, Luka stopped in front of the big fae and trailed his fingers down the man’s chest. It was a nice chest, often referred to as a barrel and suited the fae.
“You shouldn’t listen to my brother too much. He’s just being paranoid, happens when you’re constantly looking out for danger instead of relieving stress and getting laid. We’re better off using the guards to secure Minstral, big guy.”
Caspar raised a blond brow. “Definitely guards.”
Eyes narrowing, Luka muttered a few rude words and walked off, annoyed. Having mates was going to really cramp his style. He had places to be, things to do. He didn’t like being guarded and restricted and Caspar was just going to get in the way of that.
And screwing others was off the tables now. See! Already having mates interfered in his life!
“Problem?” Caspar was watchful.
“Yes, there’s a problem! Who says you get to have guards on me?” Luka got in Caspar’s face. “What? You’re gonna be my Alpha now?”
“I didn’t realize you actually obeyed your Alpha, pup,” Visij said.
Caspar caught Luka as he lurched himself at the fae Lieutenant. “That does not help, Visij.”
“No, entertaining though.”
Luka growled at both Caspar and Vis, shaking off Caspar’s restraining hands and stomped away a few steps. The forest smells called to his wolf, the need to run, to be free, rising hard and fast. Luka’s eyes shifted to wolf and his body began to itch and become uncomfortable.
He needed freedom. He’d been cooped up most of the day, restricted by what everyone wanted. And he had been good, he did what they wanted and needed, and now it was his turn. He needed to let his wolf out and they were stopping him.
“I’m going for a run,” he muttered as he jerked his t-shirt over his head, kicked off his beat up old sneakers, and reached for the buttons on his jeans.
“No, it’s not safe.” Caspar’s eyes roamed over Luka’s exposed flesh. “Put your clothes on, Luka.”
“I’ll go with him,” Marco said casually.
“I said no.” Caspar’s voice didn’t rise or drop, but the tone was firm and body tense. “It is not safe. There have been sightings of vampires and Renegades coming into the city and surrounding valley. Here we have no security set up—”
“I don’t care!” Luka growled, panting, body tense. His hands flashed between wolf and human, eyes more yellow than hazel now.
“He needs to,” Marco said calmly.
“Hmm, okay, well, Drax did say you shouldn’t try and restrain a wolf and Luka needs more freedom. Can’t Marco go with him for a run?” Tudor inched closer to Luka and cautiously reached out a hand to lightly touch his arm and stroke.
Whereas he had been tense to nearly exploding before, body shaking and ready to shift, Tudor’s light touch reached something deep inside him and settled the wild urges. He knew why, his wolf recognized his mates and wanted to be close, to touch and please. At the same time, he really needed to be wolf. With a pathetic whine, he turned and leaned his forehead into Marco’s shoulder, the big tiger purring and petting.