by Lynn Hagen
Tristan sighed and rested his head on Quinn’s chest, listening to his mate’s heartbeat as they danced around the living room. “This is nice, sir.”
“It is,” Quinn agreed as they swayed back and forth. One of Quinn’s hands skated up his back, snaking through his hair as he massaged Tristan’s scalp. He could get used to this real easy. Quinn’s chest began to vibrate as his voice sang the lyrics to the song.
Tristan wrapped his arms around Quinn’s waist, desperate to believe his mate wanted him happy and safe. His hand shot up and wiped away at a tear as they danced around the coffee table. Why the hell was he crying?
“My jellybean. Let it all out. Give me your pain and take my happiness. Heal, baby.”
Tristan cursed himself when he began to weep in Quinn’s arms. This was supposed to be a nice dance, not a freak show. He pulled from Quinn’s arms and raced down the hall, slamming his bedroom door shut. Tristan braced the door with his hands, trying to get his emotions under control.
“I’m so sorry,” he told the door, his palm repeatedly slamming into the wood grain. He was tired of living like this. Quinn shouldn’t have to put up with a mental case. Tristan punched the door this time. “I want to live again,” he shouted.
“Tristan. Let me in, jellybean,” Quinn called from the other side of the door. “We both can get through this, just talk to me,” his voice pleaded.
Tristan wiped his eyes on his sleeve and then turned the knob, opening the door. Quinn stood on the other side, his hand shoved into his Levi’s, a gentle smile on his lips. “Can we finish dancing?”
Tristan laughed and cried, nodding his head as Quinn gave him the biggest and goofiest smile he’d ever seen. He grabbed Tristan’s hand and pulled him down the hallway, spinning him until Tristan ended up in his arms. “No more talk if you don’t want to.”
Choices.
Once again his mate was giving him choices. The boyish smile on Quinn’s face almost brought Tristan to his knees. “I started dating Xavier about a year ago.”
Quinn grabbed his hand, holding it to his chest as they slowly made their way around the room.
“It was nice at first. He was the perfect gentleman, and then everything changed. His words were pretty enough, had me convinced that he knew what was best, that he wouldn’t steer me wrong.”
Quinn ran his free hand up and down Tristan’s back, his thumb tracing circles over Tristan’s shirt. He took a deep breath and continued. “He became unstable. Wanted to be a dominant while I was the submissive. I told him I didn’t want a relationship like that…and that’s when the beatings began.” Tristan had to stop, the memories making his breath quicken.
“It’s okay, jellybean. It may be hard for you to believe, now that I know. But I promise you on my very soul, I’ll never hurt you.” Quinn twirled him around, his bunny ears flapping as Tristan laughed with pure joy. What would it be like to really believe Quinn? Could he?
“I ran from him a few times, but he always found me and threatened to kill me if I didn’t return. So I did.” Tristan finished as Quinn brought him back into the folds of his arms. The words, when spoken aloud, sounded like a lame reason to return to such a life. He was embarrassed and ashamed that he had allowed another being that much power over him.
“And now you think he’s going to hunt you down to bring you back,” Quinn stated, his lips pressed against Tristan’s temple. He nodded, unable to look his mate in his eyes.
“Not while there is a breath in my lung or a beat in my heart, jellybean. I’ll kill the son of a bitch before I let him near you.”
“Can I have some Skittles?”
Quinn laughed, a full belly laugh, spinning Tristan around once again. He spun, feeling light at heart. Tristan’s arms shot out when his legs hit the coffee table, and he fell over, landing so hard on his ass, he bounced. Quinn covered the three steps in seconds, lifting Tristan to his feet. “Are you hurt?”
Tristan laughed at the look on Quinn’s face. He looked so contrite. “No.” He ran from the room, Quinn giving chase as he ran to the pantry. He squealed when he looked over his shoulder and saw Quinn eating up the distance.
He yelped when Quinn squatted down and grabbed Tristan’s legs, tossing him over his shoulder and carrying him the rest of the way to the kitchen. He kicked his legs back and forth. “Put me down, you caveman.”
Quinn swatted him on the rear and then set him on his feet. “One bag of treats coming up.” His mate reached into the pantry and grabbed a bag of Skittles, handing them to Tristan.
“These are so good,” Tristan said with relish as he snatched the bag from Quinn’s hand.
Quinn noticed that Tristan wasn’t using the word sir. So the key to him not using the word was to make him laugh. Once again the thought occurred to him. No problem, he could do that.
“Can…”
“What, jellybean?”
“Promise you won’t get mad, sir?”
Crap. It was back. That was the last thing Quinn wanted. He wanted Tristan to feel like he could ask him anything, without hesitation. “Just ask, baby.”
“Can Hunter come over and dance with us?” Tristan blushed deeply, shoving a handful of candies in his mouth. His cheeks rounded as if he were a squirrel with a mouthful of nuts.
Oh fuck, that thought had Quinn fighting to stop his cock from leaping out of his jeans and tackling the gorgeous little man.
Quinn cleared his throat. “I can call him. He gave me his cell phone number.” Quinn slipped his cell phone out of its sheath, hitting the button as he kept his eyes on Tristan. His jellybean seemed nervous, shoving candies into his mouth, his eyes darting at Quinn and then back down to the bag in his hand.
“Hello?”
“Hunter, it’s Quinn. Get the hell over here.” He hung up, tossing the phone onto the table and grabbing Tristan’s hand. He led him back into the living room, fiddled with the stereo until a song played with a nice tempo.
“I know that song, sir.” Tristan said once he swallowed the treat in his mouth. “I like it.”
Quinn grabbed his man, yes, his. There was no way Tristan was ever going to leave his side unless his jellybean made the choice. And Quinn was determined to make the man the happiest person on earth.
He slid his leg between Tristan’s, swaying his hips, snapping them back and forth as Tristan grabbed the back of Quinn’s neck. “I’m afraid to trust, sir.” Tristan confessed.
“I know, baby. I’ll try my best to never disappoint you.” Quinn buried his face in between Tristan’s neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply. He began a slow kiss from throat to ear. He could feel his jellybean shiver in his arms.
Quinn spun around as the front door slammed open, Hunter looking flushed and his two long teeth showing. It was comical and pulse pounding to see the long teeth when Quinn hadn’t seen them before now.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded as his eyes darted around the room.
“Tristan wants you to dance with us.” Quinn couldn’t quite understand why he was allowing another man into his territory. Tristan was his. There was no way he’d ever let the man go.
But there was something about Hunter that drew Quinn in. Tristan had the same effect on him. It was the same, but different. If his jellybean wanted Hunter here, Quinn would do as he asked. Anything Tristan wanted, Quinn would give him with no qualm.
He couldn’t understand where that feeling was coming from. That wasn’t like him.
Hunter’s jaw dropped to his chest. “Really? I thought…”
“There’s no trouble, yet.” He looked back at Tristan. His man was squirming on his leg, his eyes darting around, not looking at either of them. His pants were tented, and there was a large wet spot on the front. Quinn wanted to pick his jellybean up and mouth that tent.
Hunter stood at the door, looking lost. Quinn danced backwards, grabbing Hunter and pulling him into Quinn’s back. “I’ve never danced with two people, but it shouldn’t be too hard.” Quinn rubbed the back of his head
into Hunter’s chest.
Hunter’s hands landed on Quinn’s hips, still not moving.
“Just go with it.” Quinn danced forward, rocking his hips, grinding his ass into Hunter’s erection. He didn’t care how much of a slut he looked like. Hunter had made his intentions very clear earlier, and Quinn was getting some of that hard cock he had felt when Hunter had bent him over the drawing table.
A fast-paced song came on, and Tristan hopped out of Quinn’s arms, his lips souring as he danced around, his body jerking around as his legs kicked out.
Hunter laughed, twisting his hips back and forth, letting Quinn go as he danced around Tristan. Wow, what were the odds Quinn and Tristan would find someone who loved to dance and have a good time like him and Tristan did? This was fucking awesome and perfect.
“Watch, watch.” Tristan started swinging his arms up and down, his legs lifting side to side.
“Watch,” Hunter said as he did some kind of Egyptian thing with his hands. Quinn laughed, standing in place and clapping his hands to the beat.
“Watch.” Quinn got in on the fun. He pressed his fingers to his chest, making like paddles as he shocked his chest, his body bouncing as if being defibrillated. He repeated over and over as Tristan jogged in place with his arms swinging around wildly. Hunter snapping his hips back and forth, running his hands up and down his body. The three must look the sight. Quinn didn’t care. He was having a blast.
Hunter swung up behind Tristan, grabbing his hips and dancing with him. Quinn jumped in front of Tristan, his hands in the air as he left a mere inch between his body and Tristan’s.
Hunter’s hands left Tristan’s hips, his fingers splayed as they wandered up Tristan’s sides. Quinn’s eyes ate the scene up greedily. Tristan looked like a living and breathing god standing there between them. His jellybean’s head was tilted to the side, his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted.
Quinn placed his hands on Tristan’s chest, tweaking his nipples as Hunter’s hands came back down and then came around to the front of Tristan’s waist, his hands dipping into Tristan’s waistband.
“Wait.” Tristan panted, pulling from between the two. “Wait,” he repeated in a panic-filled voice. He looked from Quinn to Hunter. “I need time. I’m sorry if I led you on, that wasn’t my intention…I don’t think—” Tristan spun and ran down the hall.
“What just happened?” Hunter asked with puzzlement on his face.
“Just what he said. He needs time.”
Hunter stared down the hallway. He never meant to put his rainbow into a state of panic. He must have moved too fast. Hunter cursed mentally.
“Do you mind if I stay? I’ll sleep on the couch.” That wasn’t where he wanted to sleep, but he would take what he could get right now. Hunter also wanted to keep an eye on Tristan. Make sure he was all right.
Quinn dropped onto the couch, letting out a deep exhale. “I don’t mind. I just need to figure out how to get Tristan to trust me, us. He told me what happened.”
Hunter listened as Quinn retold Tristan’s story. If he ever ran into this Xavier, he prayed he was behind the wheel. Never in his life had he ever thought of treating another the way Xavier had treated Tristan.
“Did he say where we could find Xavier?”
“I wish.” Quinn threw his arms over the back of the couch, looking defeated. “I would be there right now insuring that Tristan never laid eyes on the guy again.”
Hunter sat down next to Quinn, feeling the same way. Tristan seemed like a very sweet guy. His need to protect his mate made his wolf want to shred this Xavier guy to pieces.
He normally wasn’t a violent man, but his wolf wasn’t going to have either of his mates mistreated in any shape, form, or fashion. And neither was Hunter. He slid a little closer to Quinn, enjoying his mate’s scent. As Hunter inhaled, he saw Quinn’s cock hardening in his jeans.
Hunter rolled his body until he was on his knees in front of Quinn.
“Hunter,” Quinn said in the most whiskey-laced voice Hunter had ever heard. It was low and husky, deep, and sensuous. He leaned forward and mouthed Quinn’s Levi’s. The bulge jerked and Quinn’s breath hitched audibly. Hunter reached up and relieved Quinn’s cock from its confines. His thumb traced the pre-cum, swiping it, and then Hunter placed his thumb in his mouth.
“Oh shit.” Quinn groaned. His arms remained on the back of the couch, his eyes hooded and fixated on Hunter’s mouth. Quinn lifted his feet one at a time as Hunter removed his mate’s shoes. He slid his hands into Quinn’s waistband, tugging at his jeans. Quinn lifted his hips, allowing Hunter to remove them. Hunter tossed them onto the floor, palming Quinn’s cock and leaning forward.
The scent hit his system like a drug.
Hunter ran his tongue over the engorged head. The taste of his mate’s body tore a moan from his chest. Quinn’s hands came off the back of the couch and landed on Hunter’s head, his hips powered up, his cock driving further into Hunter’s mouth.
“Hunter, fuck. Please.”
His hand cupped Quinn’s sac, holding them gently as he massaged them. Hunter could feel Quinn’s legs shaking, his thigh muscles contracting as Hunter snaked his hands under Quinn’s knees, lifting his legs high into the air, taking him down his throat.
Hunter tilted his head, lapping and sucking on his mate’s cock. Quinn spread his legs apart, planting his feet on Hunter’s back. Hunter’s hands skimmed up and down Quinn’s thighs, calves, and hips. His skin was soft, pimpled with goose bumps.
“Hunter, please.” Quinn writhed under him. Hunter used his saliva and wet his fingers, pressing them into Quinn’s quivering starburst. It was tight, the muscles squeezing around his fingers as they slid in to the knuckle.
“God, yes.” Quinn panted, riding Hunter’s fingers. Hunter’s own cock begged for release, pled with Hunter to enter Quinn’s tight flower.
Hunter released Quinn’s cock from his mouth, standing and kicking his shoes off. He pushed his jeans down, and stepped out of them, his eyes locked onto Quinn’s throbbing cock. Hunter pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside as he climbed onto the couch and over Quinn.
Quinn’s body melted into the couch as Hunter’s body covered his. The strong hardness of Quinn’s body was a contrast to his soft and succulent lips. Hunter cupped the back of Quinn’s head, holding his mate in place as he dipped his head. His kiss was slow, thoughtful, and tender as he took Quinn’s lips.
Hunter repositioned himself, lined his cock up to Quinn’s hole, and pressed in. Quinn bit Hunter’s bottom lip as Hunter inched his way in until he was fully seated.
“My god, you feel so fucking good,” Hunter crooned in Quinn’s ear. He pulled back and then slowly pushed back in. Quinn lifted his legs and wrapped them around Hunter’s waist, groaning as Hunter took him.
Hunter smelled Tristan’s scent and knew his rainbow had entered the living room. He could hear the shuffling of those bunny slippers across the floor as Tristan made his way over. Tristan took a seat in the chair and just stared at them. Hunter ducked his head down and looked over at Tristan.
His rainbow was watching them intently.
Hunter wanted his baby to join them, but from his reaction earlier, maybe just showing the slim man that sex wasn’t abusive or harsh would be the better route. Hunter whispered into Quinn’s ear. “We have an audience. Show him what sex is really about.”
Quinn nodded, raising his arms above his head, and then moaned loudly. Hunter sure hoped it wasn’t an act. He leaned back, pulling Quinn’s legs from around his waist and then lifting them into the air. He thrust in and out, taking it slow but adding the right amount of snap to his thrust.
Tristan slid off the chair, scooting a little closer. His eyes locked onto the pair on the couch.
Hunter pushed Quinn’s legs toward his chest, damn near bending him in half. He sawed in and out, Quinn mewling and keening as Hunter fucked his ass.
Tristan scooted an inch closer, his hands splayed on the hardwood floo
r as he crawled closer, his lips parted.
Quinn grabbed his bobbing cock, squeezing and pumping it in his hand as Tristan slowly made his way to the coffee table. Hunter could see the tent in the front of his pajama pants.
Being watched was a new experience to Hunter, and considering it was his rainbow, Hunter was in heaven. His canines lowered, and his eyes shifted as he rocked back and forth, using restraint to take this slow. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten Tristan.
Hunter’s cock grazed over Quinn’s hot spot, making his mate thrash under him. Quinn pulled at Hunter’s shoulders, seeming oblivious to anything and everything surrounding him. Quinn buried his face in the crook of Hunter’s neck, his blunt teeth biting into Hunter’s flesh.
Hunter hissed. The feeling of Quinn trying to bite him drove him wild. He pulled Quinn’s head back, hovering over his lips with his own, and then took his mate’s mouth with desired passion.
Tristan slid onto the coffee table, his own cock in his hand as he lazily stroked it, his eyes locked on the area where Hunter’s body connected to Quinn’s. “I think Tristan is enjoying this.” Hunter smiled at his rainbow.
Tristan’s eyes lowered, a spiderweb of color spanning across his face. Hunter turned his head and sniffed then licked Quinn’s neck. The need to bite him was fierce, but he managed to restrain the desire.
Quinn’s hand moved faster as his strokes became more uncoordinated. He was close. Hunter chanced it and sunk his teeth into Quinn’s neck. The scent of the dual arousal in the room drove him to his baser instincts.
Quinn bucked under him as he shouted. Hunter’s senses went nuts when he could smell his rainbow’s cum as well. He drove deeper, chasing that magical spell that the other two were under.
Hunter stiffened and threw his head back, crying out as his seed escaped his body and splashed Quinn’s inner, tight walls. His body jerked with tiny aftershocks as he rested his forehead on Quinn’s chest, hearing his mate’s erratically beating heart.