by Lynn Hagen
“She looks like a cat in heat,” Deluca teased as he got to his knees, grabbed the base of his dick, and tapped the head of his cock on her lips.
“Then I think we should put out her flames,” Brooke replied as he removed his fingers, lubed her back entrance with plenty of spittle, and lined his cock up. He wanted Willow’s ass tonight. He knew his sugar liked anal sex just as much as she loved getting her pussy sucked and fucked.
He had no problem whatsoever giving her anything she needed, but Brooke had to be careful. He was a changeling now. Willow had warned him that changeling sex could become intense, rough, and he would never do anything to hurt the girl he loved.
He laid his hands on her beautiful twin mounds as he continued to ease inside of her. They were so shapely, so perfect…and damn, she was so tight.
“God, I love when you suck my dick,” Deluca said as he ran his hands over Willow’s head. “It feels so damn good.”
Brooke’s thumbs massaged around the hole stretching wide for him. Her muscles were tightening around his cock, and Brooke was trying his best to relax her, relax the muscle. He knew Willow had never had anal sex until him, and he cherished the fact that she would give him something so precious.
As the last few inches of his shaft settled inside of her body, Brooke breathed out slowly. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside of her, but he wasn’t going to rush this. He wanted his time with Willow to last.
He smoothed his hands up her back, grabbing a fistful of hair and tugging at it. Brooke knew it turned her on. She moaned, pressing her ass firmly against his groin.
“I think she is telling you she’s ready to be fucked.” Deluca grinned as he thrust inside her mouth. “Give our girl what she wants, Brooke.”
“I’m trying not to take her roughly, Deluca,” Brooke said between gritted teeth. Willow pulled forward and then slammed back with force.
“I think she wants otherwise,” Deluca said. “Hang on.” He pulled his cock from her lips and then worked his way under Willow as Brooke gritted his teeth, trying to stave off the urge to fuck her within an inch of her life.
He glanced down to see Deluca settle under Willow and then he gave Brooke a nod. Brooke wrapped his arms around Willow and pulled her up and into his arms.
“Let Deluca fuck you,” he whispered into her ear. She nodded as her breathing became labored. “You feel so soft in my arms, sugar.”
Willow’s hands skimmed over Brooke’s arms and then she hooked her arms around Brooke’s neck. “Don’t hold back, Brooke. Don’t be afraid you’ll hurt me. I can take it.”
Deluca groaned as he eased inside Willow’s cunt. His best friend looked as if he was teetering on the edge already.
Brooke growled as he placed his hands on her hips. “You better be telling the truth.”
“Give me all you have,” she begged breathlessly.
“You heard the lady,” Deluca replied.
Brooke fucked her with strong movements of his hips, holding hers with a tight grip as he thrust inside of her. Deluca caught the rhythm and gave just as hard as Brooke. Willow held on to Brooke as she cried out her pleasure. The pressure began to build like a dam about to burst. Brooke felt his balls tighten close to his body as he fucked her ass in earnest.
“You’re still holding back,” Willow cried in a frustrated tone. “Damn you, Brooke.”
Brooke pushed her forward, giving her to Deluca as he spread his legs wider and used his newfound changeling speed to give her exactly what she was begging for. Brooke’s head fell back as his canines slid lower.
He wanted to bite.
He wanted to claim.
The sound of skin colliding rang out in the room. The sound only intensified Brooke’s need for release. He pulled her back up to his chest and bit into her neck, tasting Willow in a way that never would have been possible if he were still human.
“Goddamn!” Deluca shouted as his back arched from the bed. “Her pussy is milking my cock like a tight fist.”
Brooke continued to thrust inside of her, growling where his teeth met flesh. He didn’t want to let go. He could feel his eyes changing and knew they were glowing.
“Yes!” Willow cried out. “God yes.”
Brooke finally released her and then threw his head back and howled, his seed spurting inside of her tight ass as his climax tore through him. His hips jerked a few more times and then he laid a kiss on Willow’s shoulder where he had bitten her, feeling exhausted.
Deluca thrust harder into her, sweat glistening on his skin as his face became tight with emotion. Willow leaned forward and sank her teeth into Deluca’s neck, making the man shout as he thrust so hard he damn neared knocked Willow off of him.
Brooke held her tight as she cried out, thrashed around, and whimpered as both men slowly eased from her body.
Once they were all settled back in bed, Deluca propped his head on his hand. “I know this is going to sound crazy considering I watched what Brooke went through, but—”
“You want to be converted?” Brooke asked. It was true that he wanted his best friend in the same small circle he and Willow shared. His beast looked at Deluca as an outsider, and Brooke didn’t like that feeling.
“You do realize what you are asking for,” Willow said as she turned to look at Deluca. “You’ll be on the extermination list along with us. Are you willing to voluntarily put your life in danger?”
Deluca’s eyes shot to Brooke’s and they lay there staring at each other for a long moment. He could tell Deluca was working out the situation in his mind. His best friend finally nodded. “My entire family is changeling. You, Brooke, the kids. Not only can I help protect them better as a changeling, but there is no way Brooke gets to claim you and I don’t.”
“I knew it!” Brooke laughed. “You jealous motherfucker.”
“You’re damn right,” Deluca replied with a smile, and then his face sobered. “Besides, we’re best friends and have been through a lot of shit together. If you become changeling, then so do I. We promised each other in basic training that we would always stick together and protect one another.”
Brooke grabbed the blanket and pulled it over all three of them. “Then whenever you want to let Willow convert you, just let us know.”
Brooke scented something different in the air. It was a baby powder scent. It wasn’t Willow because she smelled like wild flowers and sunshine.
Pushing himself from the bed, Brooke pulled on his underwear and headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” Willow asked.
Brooke reached for the handle and pulled the door open to see Kell sitting there smiling up at him with sharp canines and glowing eyes.
Brooke knelt down, smiling back at Kell. “You’re not done surprising us, are you?”
Kell’s eyes seemed to grow brighter before slowly turning back to the vivid green he inherited from his mother.
“I didn’t think so,” Brooke said as he grabbed the infant and took him back to his room. He wasn’t sure what was done to Kell, but Brooke knew he would protect the infant with his life.
He had a family now, and family was everything to Brooke—even if they were all on the extermination list. He would kill anyone who harmed a hair on any of their heads.
And he had changeling strength to make good on that vow.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Rick walked down the hallway of a home that was given to him and his group to use while they were in Kentucky. It was the dead of night, and it was times like these that he really missed the familiarity of his own home.
Being a homebody, Rick missed lying in his own bed, using his own kitchen, and sitting back and relaxing in his own living room. He knew it would be a very long time before he could indulge in those simple little things. The opulent home he walked through now made Rick feel as if he were going to become accident-prone and break something. He wasn’t sure why someone of this great wealth would even be willing to get involved in a war that probably didn’t even to
uch them, but he was grateful.
The lavish home was perched on a hill, surrounded by a ten-foot wall with iron gates at the entrance. The land around them was wooded, which Rick wasn’t too pleased about. Anyone could be hiding in it.
He, Sasha, and Freedman were going to have coffee in the morning and discuss their next move.
But tonight, all Rick wanted was Dorian.
He wasn’t foolish enough to think this was over. Just because the Death Squad was no more didn’t mean they could rest easy. If anything, the government would come at them harder.
Rick knew this.
Martial law had been declared. Riots were everywhere. Protestors were taking to the street with their signs to stop the war. Other protestors were marching in various cities with signs that stated they wanted the animals dead.
It was a nation torn.
Even if he proved that changelings had been set up and were wrongly accused, the proof wouldn’t stop the hate groups. They were alive and plenteously thriving.
If the war ended tonight, this second, the hateful people who wanted his species dead would not disappear. They were here to stay.
Rick closed the bedroom door behind him, smiling when he saw Dorian sprawled out on the large four-poster bed, naked, and waiting.
“Although I like this place,” Dorian said as he turned over and lay on his stomach, showing Rick the butt plug firmly in place, “it’s too extravagant, too large. I miss being in a small, cozy home.”
His mate had been thinking along the same lines as Rick.
Rick gave Dorian a grin that included the tips of his canines. He loved seeing his mate like this. It was the quiet moments he shared with Dorian that kept Rick sane. It was the intimacy of being with his mate that reminded him what he was fighting for. Changelings weren’t a savage species. They were comprised of families, devoted mates, and people who just wanted to live a happy life like everyone else.
That wasn’t to say that they didn’t have their bad people, but so did every race, every species. But for the most part, Rick felt that being changeling was a gift he would always treasure. He was born changeling, and would never regret his life—even if he had a few weak moments in his past when he felt that maybe being human would take a large burden off of his shoulders.
“You’re thinking too hard, Rick,” Dorian said. “You are supposed to leave the heavy stuff for the morning. Tonight, in this house, in this room, it’s just us, you and me.”
Rick shed his clothes and climbed up next to his mate, running his hands over Dorian’s smooth back, and then let his fingers trail down to his nicely rounded ass.
“Solo tú y yo, gatito.”
“Just you and me,” Dorian repeated with a sigh.
Rick bent down and laid a kiss on each butt cheek, inhaling the musky scent of his mate. His fingers played with the plug, shifting it around as he heard Dorian moan.
Rick leaned forward and slanted his lips over Dorian’s, tasting the liquid fire of his mate’s mouth. “The way you are lying here is tempting my beast.”
A slow grin formed as Dorian opened his eyes. “Sounds like we are going to have great sex then.”
“That we are, gatito.” Rick grabbed the lube that was resting by Dorian’s head and lathered his full erection. He twisted his hand up and down the shaft, allowing himself a moment to enjoy the pleasure he was giving himself. His cock was throbbing in his hand, and Rick knew his orgasm wasn’t going to be too far off.
He tossed the bottle aside and grabbed Dorian’s hips, pulling his mate to his knees. Grabbing the plug, he wiggled it around, teasing, torturing his mate before he pulled it free.
“Oh, hell,” Dorian moaned.
Rick lined his cock up with Dorian’s stretched hole and plunged deep. Dorian’s shoulders dropped to the mattress as his ass jutted higher, a small mewling sound escaping his lips.
As the desire racing through his veins like fire began to build, Rick grabbed Dorian’s hips tighter and began an assault that had his mate shouting, begging, crying out, and thrashing around beneath him. Rick became lost in his mate’s sounds, drowning in the feel of his mate’s body wrapped around his cock.
He thrust harder, his shaft burying itself deep every time Rick moved forward. Tonight it was just him and Dorian, and Rick shut out the world as he took his mate, claimed him, relished in the feel of his one sanctuary where no one or nothing could intrude.
“I’m close,” Dorian cried. “Close…so close…yes…don’t stop.”
Rick sped up, his groin crashing into Dorian’s ass as he fucked his mate quickly, letting the bond between them twine them deeper together and take them under at the very same time.
Dorian’s hole pulsed with his release as Rick shouted out his climax, snapping his hips with ferocity. His movements became jerky, and Dorian collapsed beneath him. Rick took a second to gather his senses before falling down next to his mate and pulling Dorian into his side.
As he held his mate, and felt sleep edging toward him, Rick wondered what tomorrow would bring. He still had to find out why everyone seemed to think his father was not the one who gave him life.
The stakes were growing higher, the deceptions deeper, and Edward had informed him that the hate groups were now calling themselves Breed Hunters.
The genesis of the war still hadn’t been found. The werelion who had come out and announced the nonhumans’ existence hadn’t been seen since his traitorous speech.
The lion had become the most wanted changeling in the nonhuman world.
But in the human world, the most wanted man was Enrique Marcelo.
The leader of the Rebellions.
Ian Campbell brushed the waves of brown hair from his eyes as he rolled over on the chaise lounge to face the door. He closed his eyes and rode the wave of pain until it subsided and he could sit up. He knew what his back, buttocks, and legs must look like. Newman wasn’t like Calico had been, and Ian wondered where Calico was, but no one would tell him.
Calico may have been heavy-handed when it came to flogging him, but Ian had learned to deal with the pain. He was searching for something more in life, someone who knew what he wanted, needed. So far, he hadn’t found it, but to him, something was better than nothing. Newman seemed to enjoy repeatedly biting Ian, something Ian wasn’t the least bit fond of, but addicted to.
His life was a fucking mess, but Ian didn’t know how to fix it. He wasn’t going to bullshit himself and try to blame his addiction on some sappy story. He was a damn fool. Plain and simple. A friend talked him into going to a fang party. It was something he knew better than to agree to. But that night, stupidity trumped intelligence. He had heard that there were fang addicts, but Ian had convinced himself that one bite wouldn’t turn his life into a living hell.
Fuck if he hadn’t been wrong. So wrong that he lay here craving the powerful aphrodisiac vampires carried in their saliva. His stomach was cramping and his head was killing him. Ian just wanted the pain to go away. He just wanted to feel something other than pain or numbness. Since he was a teenager Ian knew he was different, that he craved things most would consider depraved. He had been lost, alone, and searching for…he wasn’t sure.
Right now, lying on the lounge a raw mess, Ian questioned his own sanity.
Who in the hell yearned for someone to dominate them? He was a man. He shouldn’t dream of having someone who not only ran his life for him, but made him feel safe and secure. Shouldn’t he already feel that way now that he was an adult?
His upbringing had been a happy one with a good family. So why was he so damn twisted? Why did he crave things he shouldn’t even desire?
“You’re awake,” Newman said as he glided into the room. Yeah, he glided. Vampires had a way of doing that. It was an eerie sight. One Ian didn’t think he would ever get used to. “Are you ready for another round?”
Ian could feel his insides knotting, knowing exactly what Newman wanted. He was terrified and craving the offer at the very same time. His entir
e body was humming with anticipation of the high, but his mind was screaming, fighting against what he knew Newman would do to him in order to obtain the one thing that was going to end up killing him.
But Ian knew he wouldn’t say no.
He was a worthless junkie.
Nothing more.
Nothing spectacular.
He had come to terms with his sick depravities a long time ago. Once, he had tried to play the normal role. He had hung out at home, trying to fit in. He knew his family loved him, but that wasn’t enough. It should have been. But it still left a gaping hole inside of him. A hole he wasn’t sure how to fill.
It should have been enough for his family to love him.
But it wasn’t.
He needed…something.
Ian got to his feet, stripping his small underwear off, and stood in the middle of the room. This was one of Newman’s sick games. If Ian wanted his fix, then he had to play along. As fucked up as it sounded, Ian missed Calico. The man was vile and uncaring, but in a weird way, he hadn’t been as terrible as Newman was.
“Hands above your head, human.”
Ian raised his arms, his body shaking as his mind geared up for the moment when Newman bit him, sending him over the edge to not caring anymore and leaving reality to ascend to a place that seemed like heaven, but in all actuality was hell.
Newman wrapped his hand around Ian’s throat, squeezing just enough to make him gasp for air, but not enough to make him pass out.
“How badly do you want to be bitten?” Newman kept his hand on Ian’s throat as he circled around to stand behind him. His fingers flexed, and Ian cried out in pain.
“B–Badly, Master Newman.”
Newman’s other hand slid over Ian’s buttocks and Ian cringed. He hated that sex was a part of this. Ian hated sex period. When he first started coming around here, Ian was just seventeen. He didn’t know anything about the BDSM world. Calico had been his first, and the man hadn’t been gentle. He had shown Ian that sex was just a tool when playing a scene. Having anyone touch him now made Ian want to throw up.