by Lynn Hagen
Tristan shook his head. That final hold, that last vestige of power Xavier had over his mind snapped, freeing him completely. “When someone hurts you, they have power over you. When you forgive them, you take that power back.”
Tristan smiled at Xavier. “I want to be free, so, I forgive you.” He laughed with joy, spinning around and running to his mates.
“You’re mine!” Xavier roared.
Tristan skidded to halt when Quinn’s eyes began to blaze, his face contorting into something that should belong to the pits of hell. Hunter grabbed Tristan and yanked him away as Quinn’s body glowed and then caught fire.
He couldn’t move. Tristan’s eyes locked onto his mate as Quinn’s head fell back and an unearthly cry burst from his chest.
Arrogant Xavier shifted, snapping his head back and forth as he growled and snarled. His muzzle pulled all the way back as his ears tucked back.
“Oh, hell. Oh, hell.” Hunter’s eyes widened as a group of extremely large men came out of nowhere, loping toward them like hellions on a mission. Tristan was terrified.
“Do you need assistance, young one?” the largest of them all asked.
Quinn opened his mouth and roared at them, the blaze rising higher from his body. For some reason, Tristan wanted to touch it to see if it would burn him. He was more fascinated than frightened.
“I guess not.” Another of the massive man-thingy’s chuckled.
“Don’t just stand there, help him,” Tristan shouted, Hunter grabbing hold of his waist and pulling him back.
“I cannot.” The largest one spoke again. “His demon is in control. The man and his demon must find common ground, and only the young one can do that.”
“Demon?” Tristan and Hunter gasped in unison.
“I am Panahasi, leader of the Demon warriors. My goal here is to help…what’s his name?”
“Quinn,” Tristan offered.
Panahasi bowed his head. “Thank you. My goal here is to help Quinn with his demon, but I did not expect to find his demon unleashed and in control. We must play the waiting game until Quinn is back under control.”
“What kind of fucked-up plan is that?’ Hunter asked incredulously. “So we wait until he’s crispy-fried and then help him?”
Tristan’s head snapped away from Panahasi to Quinn, watching Xavier lunge at Quinn, his mate swinging out to stop the attack.
“Pretzel sticks.” He squeaked. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey…” Tristan sang loudly, the loudest he had ever sang because this was the most terrified he’d ever been.
“Catchy tune.” The same man as before snapped his finger and tapped his foot. Tristan didn’t stop singing, but he began to relax a degree. “Let’s put a little pizzazz into it.” He started singing along with Tristan, adding a zydeco twist to it.
Oh god, this wasn’t real. Tristan had to be hallucinating. Shit like this didn’t happen in real life. He knew shifters and vampires existed, but shit like this did not happen in real life.
“Quinn!” Hunter shouted, shutting Tristan up and bringing his brain back into focus. Quinn grabbed Xavier’s wolf form and lifted him into the air. Xavier locked his jaws onto Quinn’s arm. His hind legs kicked wildly in the air, trying to find purchase. A pungent smell of burning fur filled the night sky, making Tristan gag.
Quinn howled, releasing Xavier.
“Just throw yourself on him.” Tristan recovered and shouted. He was against violence, but Xavier was being ruthless. Self-defense was totally different.
Hunter walked halfway to Quinn before one of the Demon Warriors blocked his progression. “Mate or not, you really don’t want to interfere right now.”
“That’s my mate. Get the hell out of my way before I rip your throat out.” Hunter shoved the large demon. Tristan was impressed. Hunter showed no fear.
“Let him do this on his own. That’s the only way Quinn can surface and his demon can settle down.”
“This is ridiculous,” Hunter snapped.
All eyes turned on Quinn when he caught Xavier mid-leap and broke his neck. Tristan covered his face, the scene shaking him up badly.
“Quinn.” Hunter said his name once more.
They watched Quinn’s back expand and contract, either from trying to bring himself back under control or from rage. Maybe both? Tristan waited anxiously.
“He’s reining in his demon,” Panahasi stated. “Looks like we weren’t needed.”
“Yeah, right.” Tristan narrowed his eyes. “You’re needed, buddy. There’s a very large explanation that’s going to be given about this.”
“It’s freeing, isn’t it?” the man who sang with him asked. “By the way, I’m Hondo.”
Tristan was not shaking his hand. No way, no how. “What are you talking about?”
Hondo pointed at him, a shit-eating grin on his face. “The feeling of taking your life back. I can feel liberation coming off of you in waves.”
Tristan ignored him as he stepped over to Quinn. “Are you back?”
“Yes, jellybean, I’m back.” Quinn turned around and pulled Tristan into his arms, grabbing Hunter as his other mate joined them.
Tristan had never been more frightened than now. Not even with Xavier had he felt fear like this.
Hunter and Quinn were his life, the loves of his life. If anything happened to either one, he would be devastated. They taught him how to laugh, love, and live again. There was no way he’d ever give that up. He hugged both of them tighter, thanking fate for blessing him with two handsomely strong men to show him what living was truly about.
“So basically, you could be immortal, you unlocked this demon thing inside of you when we mated, and you can start a grill without lighter fluid or a match?” Hunter asked once they were back in their bedroom.
“Pretty much, none of it was clear to me. A lot of maybes were tossed out. I basically have to see what my demon can do.” Quinn lay back on the bed. Tristan lay next to him, conformed to his body and fast asleep. It had been a long and draining night.
“You scared the hell out of me when you went up in flames. I thought I was hit on the head or something.” Hunter crawled up on the bed next to Quinn, nuzzling Quinn on his neck. “Want you.”
Quinn gently shifted until Tristan rolled over and began to lightly snore. He shoved his pajama bottoms down and off as Hunter grabbed the lube. “I love you, Hunter.” Quinn rolled over onto his hands and knees, spreading his legs for his lover.
“I love you, too.” Hunter spread the slick lube around Quinn’s hole, his fingers delving in and out, making Quinn’s head spin.
Hunter lined his cock up and pushed in, grabbing Quinn’s hips and rocking gently in and out of his ass. Quinn closed his eyes and bowed his back. The warmth of Hunter’s skin was intoxicating. An electrical current was scorching through his body as Hunter began to thrust harder.
Quinn’s body shook when Tristan slid under him and took Quinn’s cock into his mouth. Quinn pulled Tristan’s body under him, taking Tristan’s shaft into his mouth as well.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight.” Hunter panted as he drove in hard and deep. Quinn’s body was on fire. Hunter was fucking his ass as Tristan sucked his cock. The combination was more than he could take.
Quinn sucked Tristan’s cock harder as he exploded into Tristan’s mouth. He groaned and whimpered, wanting to bring both his mates to climax.
Tristan thrust a few times into Quinn’s mouth before his seed shot down Quinn’s throat.
“Ah, hell.” Hunter snapped his hips quickly before stiffening and shouting, his spunk filling Quinn’s ass.
Quinn waited on shaking arms as Tristan scooted from under him and then he collapsed. He pulled Tristan into his arms as Hunter spooned behind him.
Quinn thought of the night’s events and the news that he was part demon. It wasn’t really registering right now, even after what had happened. He guessed it would take some time to adjust to his new life with a being
inside of him, but with Hunter and Tristan by his side, he knew he could do anything.
Hunter chuckled as Tristan, Sidney, Jasper, and Missy, the barmaid, walked into the bingo hall. He was warned about Sidney getting hyper when he began to play.
It was bingo for crying out loud. What was so competitive about that? Some chips, highlighters, and numbers called, it wasn’t that complicated.
“Well, if it isn’t the bouncing bingo player.” A round woman chuckled as the group entered.
“I promise to behave, Martha.” Sidney held up his hands as he smiled at her. “Now give me a dozen cards, please.”
Martha eyed Sidney but handed them over. The others selected their quantity before they all took a seat.
Hunter decided to be a spectator only. He’d promised Dino to keep an eye on Sidney to ensure there wasn’t a repeat of a few weeks ago.
Sidney twirled the highlighters in his hand as he waited for the first call.
“Is he always this way?” Hunter asked Tristan as his mate began to mark off his cards.
Tristan giggled and nodded. “I’ve only been here once with him, but man, he wigged out and ran around the room like a loon.”
Hunter leaned back in his chair, hoping the evening didn’t get too dramatic. He watched his mate enjoying himself while he laughed with Jasper, Sidney, and Missy. His rainbow had come along way. The word sir was rarely spoken now, and his singing was becoming less and less frequent.
Quinn had told him about dropping to the floor in a submissive position in the grocery store, and Hunter prayed he never witnessed that. None of them were perfect, but sometimes it was the little flaws that made Hunter love his mates all the more.
Zeus, Taz, Rave, and Bald Eagle scouted the woods, barely making a noise as they hunted the man with the rifle. There was no way he was allowing an armed man to run around on his pack land and with mates present in the house.
Zeus sniffed the ground in his wolf form as he caught the scent of the stranger. He knew for sure it was the same person because he had scented the abandoned truck.
His mind went into Alpha-mode as Zeus’s large paws trampled the grass, closing the distance between him and the threat to his pack.
Eagle growled as he broke formation and ran to his right, leaping onto a man standing there with a rifle aimed at them.
“I was paid to kill that little fucking fruitcake. No one is going to stop me.”
Yes, Zeus had every intention of stopping this human.
Eagle backed off as Zeus attacked.
“Who paid you?” Taz asked in barely checked rage. “Talk or he kills you.”
“Xavier. He wanted me to kill his sub. That’s what he called the fruitcake. His sub.”
Zeus couldn’t understand why the man wanted Tristan killed, yet he had come after him, demanding Tristan return to him. It just proved to Zeus that Xavier hadn’t been stable. He backed off. Zeus would let Jesse arrest this bastard.
“Alpha!” Taz shouted as his hand shot up, pointing behind Zeus.
Before the name could leave Taz’s lips, Zeus spun around and leapt, tearing out the rifleman’s throat. The stupid fucker had lifted the gun, aiming it at Eagle. He had been giving the human a chance to live and the dumbass chose to die.
Zeus could only shake his head. None of his soldiers, especially Eagle, were going to suffer at anyone’s hands.
Not anymore.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lynn Hagen loves writing about the somewhat flawed, but lovable. She also loves a hero who can see past all the rough edges to find the shining diamond of a beautiful heart.
You can find her on any given day curled up with her laptop and a cup of hot java, letting the next set of characters tell their story.
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