The Chosen One Universe Volume Three: An MM Paranormal Fantasy Shifters Series

by Macy Blake

  “But…”

  “Hush. You’ll get everything you want. Do you doubt me?”

  Pip shivered. No. No he didn’t. “Not one bit.”

  “Good answer.” Draco leaned down and nipped at his lips.

  Pip immediately opened and tried to suck Draco’s tongue down his throat.

  Draco pulled away and smacked his ass.

  “Was that supposed to be a deterrent?”

  Draco’s hand still rested against his only slightly stinging butt, and he might be massaging the spot gently, and it wasn’t really encouraging Pip to behave at all.

  “No,” Draco rumbled. “I just wanted a handful of this pert ass of yours.”

  Pip swooned. Well, maybe not entirely a swoon but he did have to grab Draco’s arms so he didn’t collapse into a puddle of goo. It took Pip a second to recover. The only reason he did was because he realized the others had gone into the bedroom without him. Only he and Draco were standing at the door.

  Except then Pip noticed Dakota, that big hunking hunk of hunkiness standing at the top of the stairs with his yellow-eyed gaze locked onto them. He and Draco shared a look that Pip didn’t quite understand.

  “Dakota?” Pip asked. “You coming?”

  Silence stretched for a moment. Even the other mates stilled. Pip wasn’t entirely sure what he was missing, but it was clear there was something going on here he didn’t understand.

  “Not this time,” Dakota answered. He smiled gently at Pip before glancing once more at Draco. Then he turned and walked back down the stairs.

  Pip suddenly had the urge to go after him. He took one step in that direction before Draco’s arms came around him. “Let him go, sweet boy. He’ll come to us when he’s ready.”

  “But—”

  “Shh,” Draco said. He tugged Pip back against him and whispered into his ear. “He isn’t ready, sweets. You are, though, aren’t you?”

  Understatement of the century.

  Dakota glanced over his shoulder at them when he reached the bottom of the stairs. Pip tried to read the look in his eyes, but Dakota turned away and disappeared around the corner.

  “You’re going to be so good for us,” Draco purred. “I want to taste you. Will you let me?”

  Pip turned in Draco’s arms and grabbed the big, muscled biceps just begging to be squeezed and licked and… “Are you sure we shouldn’t go after him?”

  “I’m sure. His time will come soon enough. Now, have you decided which of your mates you want to sample first?”

  The others were already half undressed and standing around the bed. Pip couldn’t decide. Impossible. It was a buffet of man meat, and he was one hungry cowboy.

  “It’s an all you can eat special.”

  Draco laughed and squeezed his ass again.

  “Really not helping.”

  “Then I shall decide for you. Loch, here.”

  A millisecond later, the pretty fae with his brilliant blue hair and sword—was he really still wearing the sword even though his shirt was off? Was he actually trying to break Pip’s brain?—stood in front of him with a lustful grin and sexy promises in his eyes. Pip’s breath caught.

  “I will grow vegetables in your garden,” Loch said in a really low rumble that…

  “What? Eww.”

  Loch frowned and glanced over his shoulder at Henry. “Did I do it wrong?”

  Henry had his face buried against Sawyer’s shoulder, but it didn’t really hide the sounds of his snickering.

  “Just stick with sheathing your sword,” Sawyer said. “That’s a good one.”

  Loch scowled but turned back to Pip. “I would like to sheathe my sword in you.”

  And… yeah, sexy. But also, a little creepy with the actual sword right there because although the thought of being impaled by the sword between Loch’s legs was sexy as all get out, the idea of actually being impaled by a giant sword was not sexy at all. “Um, can you take the actual weapon off first?”

  Loch scowled again and glared over his shoulder at Henry. “I thought you said he liked my sword.”

  “I do like your sword,” Pip said. “Just, you know, I don’t want to get stabbed with it.”

  Loch sucked in a very dramatic breath and looked surprisingly hurt by his statement. “I would never be so careless with my weapon.”

  Draco coughed out a laugh and reached over Pip to grab Loch’s shoulder. He was now a Pip sandwich, squished between two delicious hunks of yumminess on his buffet of deliciousness. He had prime rib on one side and filet mignon on the other. He couldn’t be expected to behave, dangerous sword be damned. He leaned forward and licked Loch’s chest before taking the tiniest little nibble.

  “Give me the sword,” Draco said.

  “I want the sword,” Pip protested. “In my ass. Right now. Pretty please with sugar on top.”

  “I’m very confused,” Loch said.

  Loch did some secret magic and the sheathed sword slid from his back. He placed it in Draco’s outstretched hand. Once he was safe from danger, Pip pounced. Loch caught him as he wrapped his legs around the pretty fae’s waist. He ran his fingers through Loch’s hair and sighed. “So sexy.”

  That got him a grin. “This I understand.”

  “Loch, get him ready. Henry, stop laughing or I’ll put you in timeout with Eduard.”

  Henry immediately stopped laughing. Other rumbling discussions began around him, not that Pip noticed. He was too busy letting Loch investigate his tonsils. And somehow he was naked now? Loch was magic, that’s all he could figure. Made of pure magic and joy and sexy sword power that Pip could feel poking him in his leg and why was Loch still wearing pants anyway?

  When Loch broke away, Pip was on the center of the bed with his legs spread wide. “How did I— how did you— Actually, I don’t care. This is the life.”

  Draco leaned over him and smiled. Whoa. Pip’s stomach flipped and he might have come a little. His breath caught, and he reached out a grabby hand to the sexy dragon. His hole actually fluttered. He’d read about the sensation in a lot of romance novels, but he didn’t think it was actually a thing. Poor naive Pip had thought a fluttering asshole was the sign of a medical problem. That Pip’s asshole had never been surrounded by this much cock. “You’re… what is this… why… what…. Stop smiling. You’re breaking me.”

  Draco smiled wider. “Don’t come until I say you can, sweetheart.”

  Pip’s stomach fluttered. Then his hole did again. Pip’s cock dribbled a little more onto his stomach. “That’s… probably not going to happen. I mean, I’d love to pretend that I’m a good boy or whatever, but Draco, come on. Do you see you? And him? And him? I mean, I’m honestly probably going to come when all of you are naked. And let’s face it, the first dick in my ass is gonna get the prize, if I even make it that far.”

  “You do not wish to be claimed by all of your mates? I found your earlier fantasy quite inspiring. All of us lining up and taking turns with you. It was a beautiful idea. We would wreck that sweet hole of yours. But if that’s not what—“

  “I volunteer!” Pip blinked, not quite realizing where the words had come from, and then he remembered the movie. It wasn’t quite the same, but if Katniss could have volunteered to be gang banged by her mates, she’d have totally jumped to the front of that line, too.

  Sawyer and Henry both began to snicker, obviously recognizing his reference. “You’ll be tribute, huh?” Sawyer asked.

  “As long as the tributes are to my ass, yes.”

  Henry cackled and hopped up onto the bed. “Then you better listen to Draco.”

  He would love to listen to Draco, but sneaky Henry had slipped a hand between his legs and was currently fondling his balls. How was he supposed to— And another cock dribble happened. Draco arched an eyebrow and Pip might have accidentally pushed his hips up into Henry’s hand.

  “Oh, I see how this is going to go,” Draco rumbled.

  Goddess, the man was sexy as… a sexy thing that sexied. Pip co
uldn’t even think of words he felt so good. His body was on fire, arousal drumming through him more loudly than a marching band with too many eager teenaged drumming boys. Or something like that. Words. He didn’t know them anymore. Except for want, need, dick, and ass. He had a handle on those.

  “Draco, please.”

  More hands were on his body, but Pip couldn’t look away from his dragon’s gaze to see who was touching him. He knew Henry still fondled his balls. And someone moved his legs up and exposed his hole and…. “Oh my goddess!”

  Draco’s hand reached out and grabbed the base of his cock. He squeezed it harder than would be considered sexy, but it stopped Pip from coming when the slick fingers of— Pip glanced to his side— Loch, sexy, sexy, blue-haired, sneaky-fingered Loch breached his hole and— “Hey, that wasn’t cool man,” Pip complained when he realized the vice of Draco’s fingers had served as a cock ring, of sorts, preventing him from coming without permission.

  Draco smiled again. Pip’s cock tried in vain to shoot once more.

  Henry made a fluttery swoony sound. Pip managed to tear his eyes away from Draco’s evil but perfect smile to see what had captured his other mate’s attention. And it was Andvari going down on Sawyer like two feet away from them. How the hell had that managed to happen without him noticing? Maybe Pip wasn’t as much of an expert on gang bangs as his porn history would indicate.

  “This is so much hotter in person,” Pip mumbled, his brain as ready to explode as his cock.

  “Seriously,” Henry groaned, obviously appreciating the same view as Pip. Although…Pip stole another glance at Henry and realized that Henry was also naked now, and that Draco’s hand not wrapped around Pip’s cock was wrapped around Henry’s and holy volcano explosions of lava was that hot.

  Sawyer made a gasping moan, and Pip tore his attention away from sexy Henry getting jerked off by Draco and returned his attention to sexy Sawyer getting sucked off by Andvari and… dammit. “Draco.”

  The dragon squeezed his dick again, not allowing him to come even though his body was practically vibrating, and holy sweet mother of mercy Loch’s fingers touched that special little place inside that sent fireworks into his brain, and Pip kind of blacked out for a second. He must have because the next thing he knew he was actually bent over the bed and Loch was behind him and slowly pushing inside him and Henry was bent over the other side of the bed with Draco behind him.

  Draco met his gaze and grinned again, and Pip lost all ability to think. He could only feel. He made a grabby hand back at Loch, who took his hand and pushed it down onto the mattress before linking their fingers together and slowly pushing the rest of the way inside of him. The bed bounced a little, and Pip managed to turn his head enough to see Sawyer land on the bed beside him with Andvari now straddling Sawyer’s head and his cock down Sawyer’s throat and Saeward between Sawyer’s spread legs and then Eduard came up beside him and…

  Pip blacked out again. At least that’s what he thought happened. Everything was a bit blurry, what with the cock up his ass and the mouth on his… wait… whose mouth was… Ohhhhh. He couldn’t even look and really what did it matter? This was the… damn, Loch had really started moving and little dots were forming in front of Pip’s eyes.

  “Fuck!”

  “That’s what we’re doing,” Draco purred from across the bed. And why was a purring man sexy anyway? But then he had a cool breeze across his ass and his hole fluttered— no, clenched. He refused to flutter. It just wasn’t going to happen. But before he could unclench, he felt a different nudge, and boy howdy was this mate bigger than Loch and merciful heavens in the goddess… sky… words… there were words, but he couldn’t think.

  Pip arched around just enough to see Saeward behind him, pushing gently inside as he stared at Pip’s face. “Okay?”

  “Okay? Okay? I’m so much… oh fuck, do that again… more than okay right now. And oh sweet… fuck you’re big.”

  Ward grinned and leaned down so his chest pressed against Pip’s back. He nipped Pip’s ear, and Pip sort of lost his mind for a moment but then Ward whispered in his ear. “I’m hung like a horse.”

  And Pip totally blacked out that time because Ward pushed the rest of the way inside him, and he really was hung like a horse, but the best horse… and what the hell was his brain doing? He was broken. Here lies Pip: He was fucked to death. What a way to go.

  Then Ward lifted him up, and Eduard spread out in front of him and sucked his cock, and Pip couldn’t breathe he felt so good. His body screamed in pleasure— oh wait, he was actually screaming in pleasure. Henry cried out as well and Pip looked up, and there was Draco’s grin.

  “Come for me,” Draco purred once more.

  Henry cried out and his cock began to spurt over the sheets and Pip couldn’t help but obey as well. He came as Ward held him in place, right down Eduard’s throat. There were moans and cries around them and then Sawyer became the only thing Pip saw. Sawyer leaned into him and ghosted a kiss across Pip’s lips, catching the last of his energy. He sagged forward, and Sawyer’s arms wrapped around him before guiding him into the center of the bed.

  “Whoa…”

  “I know, right?” Sawyer murmured against his neck.

  “I fluttered.”

  Henry snickered and curled up behind Pip, tucking himself in tight. Pip let out a happy sigh. “I flutter all the time with these guys.”

  Pip looked up at Sawyer. “Hey, but don’t we have to… ya know, to make it official?”

  “It’s official,” Sawyer said softly. He kissed Pip quickly and pulled back to look at him. “You okay?”

  “Well, mostly. I mean, I only got fucked by two of my mates, and that’s just not fair. I don’t have enough stamina. I need to work on it. It’ll take lots and lots of practice, but I’ll get there.”

  Henry snickered again and nipped a spot on Pip’s shoulder. Draco settled in behind Henry and Ward scooted in behind Sawyer. The other mates moved onto the bed too, all of them looking very satisfied.

  “I didn’t get to see Andvari come,” Pip pouted.

  Andvari raised his head and smiled, and whoa, vampire fangs. Pip might possibly have fluttered again. “You will.”

  The promise in those words made Pip’s cock try valiantly to stand at attention. But he really didn’t have any more to give. He gave up and tucked his face into Sawyer’s neck, breathing in deeply. He needed some sleep so he could be ready for round two.

  Andvari

  After the amazing night they’d had, it shouldn’t have surprised Andvari to get a call from the guards before any of them had woken up. He slid from the tangle of bodies on the bed before stepping into the hall to answer his phone.

  “Yes?”

  “Sir, Meshaq and Drew have arrived. They wish to speak to the Chosen One.”

  Andvari closed his eyes. “Thank you. Give the phone to Meshaq please.”

  The guard complied, and a moment later the alpha of alphas was on the other end of the line. “You really still in bed?” Meshaq asked.

  Andvari grunted. “How urgent? Can we shower?”

  “Yep, as long as Viv makes breakfast.”

  “I’m on it. We’ll be down soon.”

  Andvari walked back into the bedroom and found Draco lying on his side with his head propped on his elbow. His other arm was wrapped snuggly around Sawyer.

  “How is he?”

  “More nightmares. He says he doesn’t remember them.”

  “Then he doesn’t remember. He will, when it’s time.”

  Draco nodded. “Who was that?”

  “Meshaq and Drew are here. They need to talk to us.”

  Draco closed his eyes again and leaned down to nuzzle Sawyer’s forehead.

  “Okay.”

  The low hum of conversation had pulled several of their mates awake. Eduard blinked up at him and scowled. “Meshaq?”

  “Yes, love. Go shower.”

  Eduard squirmed out from beneath Ward, who rolled onto his back an
d yawned. “Company?”

  “Yeah. We need to get up.”

  Everyone slowly rose, all of them still worn out from the night before. Andvari followed Eduard into the bathroom before stripping and stepping into the shower behind him. Of all of his mates, Eduard loathed mornings the most. Oddly, he was usually one of the first of them to get up, but he liked his mornings slow and quiet.

  Andvari put some shampoo in his hand before slowly running it through Eduard’s hair. His mate huffed and leaned against him, letting Andvari manage the task. Loch joined them, moving to another of the shower heads and smiling at Eduard’s sleepy nuzzling.

  By the time Andvari finished washing both Eduard and himself, the rest of their mates had wandered into the bathroom. He loved these peaceful moments between them almost as much as he loved the more sensual ones like the night before.

  He guided Eduard into the closet and left his mate to the chore of picking out his outfit for the day. Andvari grabbed his uniform— black workout pants and a long-sleeved black shirt— and made his way downstairs after tugging his clothes on. He found Dakota with Viv in the kitchen.

  “Morning, Viv. You heard we have guests?”

  “Cecil let me know. Meshaq begged for breakfast apparently.”

  “He absolutely did. Pitiful, really.” Andvari turned to Dakota next. “Morning.”

  Dakota nodded. “All is well?”

  “It is.”

  “Everyone… slept okay?”

  “Yes.”

  It bothered them all that Dakota refused to join them. Not in sex. No, that wasn’t really the issue. Dakota continued to hold himself apart, not allowing any sort of connection between them, intimate or not. Baby steps, Andvari reminded himself. Even though Sawyer and Dakota seemed to have settled things between them, and Dakota certainly didn’t seem as angry as he had been, the lynx wasn’t willing to take the final steps. Perhaps it was part of his nature. Their kind were solitary creatures, after all, unlike the pack and clan groups the rest of them enjoyed. It had been a difficult transition for Ward as well. Their sweet mate had spent years alone. Being suddenly surrounded by mates hadn’t been easy for him either, but now Ward was quick to join them and seemed to always have at least one of their mates with him at all times.