by Sydney Lain
“I picture you over my knee. Pale ass in the air as my hand slaps against your skin, turning your cheeks hot and red before I thrust into your ass.”
Jessie hissed. If this conversation continued, he might bend over and ask for those hands on his backside.
“What about you?” He motioned toward Damon’s groin.
“I had sex last night, but you already knew that.” Damon helped him to his feet. “If you came to us, your body wouldn’t be craving sex. Remember, no penetration until you’re ready. When you join us in bed, we move at your comfort level.”
Jessie nodded, not sure if he wanted to talk about that open invitation. He headed back to the shower. The water was still warm and felt wonderful against his skin.
Damon pressed his clothed body into his back. “Remember warm water. If you try to take another cold shower in the middle of winter, I’ll paddle your ass.”
Jessie bit his lip. That sounded fun.
“It will be torture. Not painful, but you’ll be in agony as your hard cock slaps against your body demanding release, but that won’t happen.” Damon lightly patted his ass. “Now, finish your shower, while I change my clothes.”
He couldn’t breathe until Damon left the room. The painted image still didn’t seem so bad. Oh, he’d be begging, but one of them would come to his need. His cock started to stir. No. He shook his head and scrubbed as his sensitive skin, wondering if spanking could ever be agony.
The SUV rolled down the mountain, maneuvering through the trees and rocks. With no roads, he didn’t think the off-road vehicle could handle the downward trek, but the trees seemed to move and the rocks dissolved, allowing them through.
“Damon controls the earth.”
“That’s why no one can find the cabin.” Last night something like that had been said, but he had been too tired and dirty to process the information. “We’re safe in the mountains.” Reality started to seep in.
“If someone approaches, a mist forms. The mist leads them down the mountain,” Damon explained.
Michael nodded. “Friend or lost tourist, it doesn’t matter. The last thing we need is a search party up here.”
“How does the mist lead them down the mountain?” Jessie asked.
“Parts of the mist are dense and can’t be maneuvered, blinding the traveler. The other half isn’t as dense, making the path easier to get through. Most people would rather head into an area they can see, so they travel that way. I make sure the mist leads them down.”
Jessie nodded. It made sense in an eerie sort of way. The last thing he wanted was to be lost in a blinding mist. It sounded like something out of a horror flick.
The drive to the closest supermarket took two hours. If he wanted a job, he couldn’t commute every day. They were living in the middle of nowhere. Not that he minded being locked up in a mountain cabin with two sexy men.
“Is this the closest store?” Jessie asked before his mind continued down a more intimate road.
“Yes, living away from people keeps our secrets safe,” Michael said.
He wanted a job, but Damon and Michal were obsessed with his safety. Still, he wasn’t poor, yet. “What about a bank?” He needed money out of his account for rent, food and clothes. The other two wouldn’t charge him a lot, but at least he’d be contributing. How long would that last? He mentally calculated the remaining money in his account. Without adding to it, he had maybe a year until his inheritance was used up.
“There’s one bank in the opposite direction by the shopping center. It’s still over two hours from the cabin.”
“Can we go?” Jessie asked.
Michael looked at him. “Why?”
Jessie sighed. Wasn’t it obvious? Apparently not. “To get money.”
“You don’t need money,” Damon said.
“Of course I need money. I have to pay for food, rent and clothing.”
Michael hissed and Damon laid a hand on Michael’s shoulder. “You don’t need to pay for food, and the couch is free.” Damon paused. “So is our bed. There’s no charge.”
“Still, I’d feel better if I paid something.” If he ever joined them in bed, he wanted no debt between them. Sex wouldn’t be confused with prostitution.
“It’s too dangerous.” Michael’s eyes burned with anger. “We have to suspect that they’re monitoring your transactions. Getting money puts an X on a map showing your position.”
They meant the hunters. Both Damon and Michael despised them, but he didn’t. “It must be sad to exist when humans and nonhumans hate you. You’re born in a lab and controlled by people.”
“Don’t sympathize with those things. They’ll rip your head off in a heartbeat.” Michael’s anger surprised him. They really hated hunters.
They pulled into the supermarket parking lot. “I still need money.”
“This conversation will wait until later,” Michael said, dismissing him.
“Come on, let’s go shopping. We can discuss this later.” Damon opened his car door.
Jessie fumed. He rolled his eyes, but the other two men left the SUV. He jumped out and slammed the door. The action drew attention to him. He swallowed and hurried toward Damon and Michael. The conversation wasn’t over, but Michael’s stiff stance and Damon’s silencing glare told him the conversation about money had ended, at least for now. Cold filtered through his body. Their anger took away the warmth of their bodies. He followed behind, trying not to bother them.
“What do you like to eat?” Michael asked.
Jessie shrugged. If he wasn’t paying, then he didn’t have the right to ask for things. He’d eat what they served. Besides, they seemed to eat the things he liked. The only item missing was apples. He loved biting into the sweet juicy fruit. They passed by different delicious types. He swallowed and Michael walked over and started to fill bags with every kind of apple.
“It will be easier if you told us the kind you like,” Damon teased.
Jessie looked away. “I like the last two. I’m not fond of the green ones.”
Both men smiled as Damon patted his head. Warmth filled him, chasing away the cold. The rest of the shopping trip quickly passed. He made sure they purchased seasoned sauce, and when they reached the isle with the spices, both men stopped.
“Pick what we need,” Michael ordered.
Jessie blinked.
“My cooking lacks taste. I know nothing about these things. Help me pick the right blend.”
He smiled and nodded. Michael needed his help. It took him a little over five minutes to find a different variety. Next time they went to the store, he’d see about a spice rack, but first he needed to get to the bank. If he wanted a spice rack, then he’d buy it.
After the bags were loaded into the SUV, he had to ask. “It’s a long drive back. Will the milk, meat and other stuff make it?” Did they know about food poison? It was possible they were immune to it, but he wasn’t. The last thing he needed was to spend the night throwing up.
“It’s fine. Stick your hand behind the seat,” Damon said with amusement in his voice.
He did as he was told. “It’s colder. A lot colder. The air is like a refrigerator.”
“I control elements. Making the temperature around the groceries colder is easy. Changing the temperature of larger areas is a lot harder, but the space behind the seat is easy.” Damon’s eyes stared at him through the rearview mirror. “We don’t mind if you’re bent over, but we’d rather it not be over the toilet.”
Jessie swallowed and thought about it. “I’m not interested in becoming a sex toy,” he said. He needed to put limits on what they were offering. Living with them felt right, and he didn’t want to ruin it.
“Sex toy,” Damon repeated, arching up a dark eyebrow.
Michael turned from the passenger seat to watch him. “Did you enjoy last night’s show?” he asked, licking his bottom lip.
Damon continued to watch Jessie though the rearview mirror. “You looked ready to join us. You were still
hard this morning.”
“I wasn’t going to interrupt that.” He felt warmth fill his cheeks. Then he met their gazes. They both wanted to devour him.
“Coming to our bed is not an interruption. We’re waiting for you.” The sincerity in Michael’s voice stirred a deep longing.
“I want to live with you as an equal. I have money to pay for rent. I can buy food. Maybe find a job or do something.”
“What are you saying?” Damon’s voice sounded lethal.
“He wants to leave,” Michael hissed.
Jessie shook his head. “No, I want the opposite.” That calmed the other two men. He swallowed and decided to be honest. “If I end up taking you up on your offer…” He swallowed. Why was talking about sex so hard with these two? “I want to be an equal. I never want my actions to be confused.”
“Confused? How?” Damon asked.
“I’ll never exchange sex for things.”
“You’re holding yourself back because you don’t want to be our whore.”
“Michael,” Damon said harshly.
“Those aren’t my thoughts. I’m just voicing the words Jessie won’t say. That’s why you didn’t join us last night and spent the morning in the bathroom with Damon sucking your cock. You want us, but you want the promise of more.”
Jessie’s eyes widened. Michael knew about this morning.
“You will feel comfortable sleeping in our bed,” Michael said. “Every morning you’ll wake up satisfied and full.”
Jessie couldn’t put his feelings into words, but Michael just did. “I think you’re right. I…” He paused. “I’m not strong. Actually, I can be difficult, but more than anything I want to belong. I want a home and someone to love. Not to be a warm body sandwiched between the two of you until you get bored. I want a partner. If I join you for…” This was harder than he thought. What did he call it? Sex, fucking? Instead he settled on, “Fun. What happens when you two want to be alone? The couch is fine, but if I know the safety and warmth of your arms, I won’t be able to go back.” He lowered his head. “I won’t be able to live with you and a part of me doesn’t want to leave.” Jessie rubbed at the moisture under his eyes.
Damon looked at Michael. “There’s something we have to tell you. Let’s get back to the cabin and put the groceries away. Then we need to have a long talk.”
“Then what?” Jessie asked. Did he say too much? Would they ask him to leave?
Michael’s hand landed on his. “We want to share the truth. Not here, but face to face with no distractions.”
Jessie nodded, but his body shook. Was this it?
“Jessie,” Michael said in a stern, no-nonsense tone. “You belong to us. We’re not talking about you leaving, but staying. Got it?”
The fear subsided a little, but it was still there. During the two-hour drive, a lot of thoughts went through his head, but whatever Damon and Michael had to say, he wouldn’t break, at least not in front of them. Maybe he’d said too much or demanded more than they wanted to give. Did knowing he wasn’t going to put out change their minds about offering their home? He closed his eyes. The closer the cabin got the sicker he felt. The cold seeped into his bones. Would he ever be warm again?
Chapter Seven
Jessie reached for a bag, but Michael grabbed his hand. Startled by the action, he looked at the other man. Michael smiled. He leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. The hairs on his chin tickled his skin.
“Go into the bedroom and wait for us,” Michael ordered.
Jessie shivered at the intensity of the tone. He blinked, not understanding the situation. He needed to help them. Why couldn’t he take in a few bags?
“You’re cold,” Michael said.
It was true. The jacket did little to protect him from the chilly wind. He looked at Damon, wondering if the other man had something to do with the sudden temperature change. Instead of fighting, he gently pulled from Michael’s hold and entered the cabin. His feet carried him down the hall. When he reached the door, he froze as memories from the last time he stood here surfaced. The sound and smell of sex was too vivid to forget. His body tingled. Why did he open the door? Watching the two men move together made everything worse.
What was happening to him? Every morning, he woke up hard from erotic dreams. After an hour, he was in control, but lately, he couldn’t function. He was turning into a horny teenager. No. He shook his head. In three days he’d be twenty-two, old enough to give his heart to Michael and Damon, but belonging to them didn’t mean that they belonged to him.
He pushed open the door, refusing to be afraid of a room. He walked to the bed and for the first time sat on the mattress like he belonged there. It was everything he liked, not so soft that he sank into a hole, but not so hard that it pressed into his ribs. Jessie smiled. The world conspired to make this a difficult decision.
The sun shone through the glass. Everything about this room was perfect. He lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling. When Michael and Damon had sex, did they ever look up or were they so engrossed in each other that their eyes never left the other? Their gazes burned with a promise of intense love. Just thinking of it left him uncertain. Could he take their heat?
Every part of this place felt like home, the bed beneath him, the silk against his skin and the ceiling that protected him from nature. Nothing felt wrong and everything left him fantasizing about one of the men moving between his legs while he looked up, unable to meet the fire burning within their eyes. Would he watch the ceiling move, knowing that it was his body rocking back and forth?
He clenched his eyes closed. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. He turned to the side and smelled the blankets. The seductive mixture of the two men’s scents was all male and addictive. He reached up and wrapped his fingers around the silk sheets.
“Starting without us?” Damon asked.
He looked up. The question didn’t make sense. Then he realized that he was lying on their bed and sat up. “Sorry, I’m tired.”
“Had trouble sleeping?” Michael purred.
He nodded. “You two were very loud.”
“We wanted you to join us,” Damon said. “But it had to be your choice. When you started to watch, we put on a show.”
“So it’s not always like that?” A part of him was disappointed. Their bodies were hot and belonged together.
Michael shook his head. “No, we didn’t fake that. We just made sure you had a good view.”
“Why?” Jessie asked. “The two of you looked happy in each other’s arms. Is playing with me such a turn on?” What place did he have in their lives? Right now he had more questions than answers.
“How do you see yourself with us?” Damon asked.
“As a toy. Maybe I’m a thrill. I don’t have experience, so after you train me, what then? I’ll no longer be new, but old.”
Damon walked over. “You belong to us. Inside you feel it, but your mind prevents you from accepting it.” He pressed their foreheads together. “Train you. We don’t want you a certain way. We want you.” He looked at Michael.
“Jessie, we’re not human,” Michael added.
Jessie rolled his eyes. “We’ve established that.”
“Nonhumans like us don’t marry to establish bonds.”
Jessie frowned. Was he hoping for marriage? No, not marriage, but a commitment. “So it’s just sex.” His chest hurt. If he let them in, then he’d be a sex partner and nothing more, no cuddling, no loving touches, just sex. It hurt. There wouldn’t be any curling up next to the fire, moving alongside Michael in the kitchen or holding Damon’s hand as they walked through the woods. He’d be a guest in their bed and nothing more.
Damon’s fingers wiped under one eye. “You’re so stubborn. We don’t rely on marriage because it’s a piece of paper. We join our souls. Michael and I are mates. I feel him through our bond. We share power and thoughts. At times we are one.”
Jessie’s body felt heavier. He really didn’t have a chance. H
is throat tightened as Michael squeezed his shoulder.
“Breathe, damn it,” Michael ordered.
“I…” He wanted to tell them he had to go, but the words didn’t come. They were talking, but he couldn’t hear them. Then powerful lips pressed onto his lips. He opened his mouth and Michael’s tongue slid inside, rubbing and claiming every inch of him. He started to feel fingers on his nipple and a hand down his pants. Fingers squeezed at his cock. He hissed and tried to pull away. It took a few second before Michael released him. He panted, trying to catch his breath. “What do you want from me?”
“We’re your mates.” Michael pinned him with one look.
“But…” It didn’t make sense.
“Damon and I are mated, but we have another mate. You. You’re our mate. What we have will be shared with you. No one else will do. You belong to us. Do you understand?”
He shook his head. “You’re turned on wanting a threesome.”
“Probably,” Damon said. “But I won’t share you or Michael with anyone else. The threesome works only with you. No one else belongs in this house or in our bed.” Damon gently rubbed the side of his head. “If you don’t like the idea of sharing with two partners, then blame me. All half-bloods have two mates. It’s part of what we are.”
The pain etched on Damon’s face had him moving. He placed both hands on Damon’s cheeks. The words finally started to register. They wanted him. Did he dare dream? Deep down he felt the truth. The last layer of resistance faded. He wanted to belong to them and for them to belong to him.
“Please,” he begged. “I want both of you.”
“Do you want us to touch you? Or do you want more?” Damon encouraged.
“I want both of you deep inside of me.”
The two of them looked at him with unadulterated lust and desire. He backed up on the bed, surprised, frightened, and excited.
“Not so fast.” Damon pulled him down the bed. Michael slid behind him. They started pulling at clothes, ripping fabric.