by Sydney Lain
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Rage ripped through him, almost sending him on a killing spree. Everyone was a suspect. Jessie was gone. When he first looked up and didn’t see the other man, he felt his heart skip a beat. He reached through the bond, but he was being blocked. Even unconscious he should’ve felt something. That’s when he knew. Jessie left them.
“Calm down,” Michael whispered, pulling him from the store. The other man was the one that lost control, not him. He was calm, cool and collected. Michael was known to kill first and ask questions later, but the hole left him shaking, near panic.
They dropped the clothing they were holding and headed toward the SUV. He clenched the steering wheel. It cracked under his hands.
“Calm down, Damon. We’ll find him.”
“How can you be so calm? You don’t care,” he accused. Everything in him wanted to destroy. The air froze around them.
“I’m angry. The rage wants to rip this car apart, but I can’t. One of us needs to be in control and if it’s not you”—Michael paused and took a deep breath—“frankly, we’re in trouble.” Michael’s fist slammed into the window, cracking and breaking the glass.
Damon swallowed. Michael was holding the rage in for him. “We let him have his shield, waiting for him to be ready.”
Michael nodded. “When we get him back, he’ll understand what it means to be mated.”
“What are you planning?” Damon asked.
“We’re going to fill him nonstop for days, reminding him that we’re one. We’ll take turns pounding into his ass and mouth. Our cum will leak from him.”
“I want his cheeks red as I plow into him. My hand itches to spank him long and hard, to treat this childish behavior like it needs to be treated.”
Michael laughed. “I want to watch that.”
They both froze. Fear and disgust filtered through the bond. Someone touched Jessie. Sick thoughts filtered into their mate. Damon studied it. Jessie was starting to read more and more of the people around him.
He pushed that from his mind and focused on Jessie and the man’s sick thoughts. This man raped and tortured. He fantasized about cutting into Jessie’s back, piercing his nipples and roughly fucking him until he bled. Rage filled him. He heard the car door open. Michael slipped out and transformed into a wolf. Neither one of them could contain the anger. He slammed on the gas and followed Michael. With Jessie’s shields down, he couldn’t hide. He felt the other man ahead. He focused on Jessie’s mind. The other man felt him and tried to block him. Not again. Never again. He slowly moved through his mate’s resistance, working his way through the blocks until he was deep inside of Jessie.
He growled at the success. Michael purred in his mind. There would be no more hiding.
Chapter Eleven
Damon turned the rocks on the road into razor sharp daggers. He sent the location of each one to Michael. The last thing he wanted was for the wolf to cut his paws on the sharp objects.
The two front tires burst, sending the car into a spin. He felt the pain lace through his head. Michael growled alongside of the car. Jessie’s head throbbed. He felt blood drip from his temple. Damon hissed. They would pay.
Four men exited the car. Damon sent ice through the air. Blood started to freeze. Even after their body temperatures fell fifteen degrees, they still tried to reach him. Damon shook his head. He released more magic into the air, and the men collapsed onto the ground into dead heaps. Michael ripped the driver out. The man held a gun, but there was no need for Damon’s interference. It would only add to his mate’s rage. He felt the bite that tore through muscle and bone. It ripped through the arm. The gun dropped to the ground. Damon wasted no more time watching the shifter move. Michael didn’t need help, so he turned his attention back to the car.
The pain started to ease. Jessie shook his head. Then panic and fear tore through him. Damon peered through the windows. Blood dripped down the side of his mate’s head. The wound was closing at inhuman speed as Damon and Michael’s magic filtered through the bond. The man in the suit watched with fascination, but that wasn’t what frightened Jessie. His images held pain and torture. He wanted to hurt Jessie, watch him heal and hurt him again. It wasn’t just thoughts of torture that filled the man’s mind. He fantasized about turning Jessie into a sex slave that enjoyed pain. He’d done it before. Jessie read all of this and trembled. Damon’s eyes narrowed.
Jessie tried to push away but wobbled to the car door. The man reached out to touch his mate. Damon growled. Jessie threw his body against the door, but it wouldn’t open. He shook as the man’s fingers moved closer. Don’t touch me! Jessie’s mind screamed. Fear and disgust of this man touching him, dirtying him, overwhelmed Jessie so that he was on the verge of passing out.
“Help,” his mate screamed. Damon walked to the car door.
The man moved closer to Jessie, holding out a syringe. His mate flinched away and tried to kick the man away. Damon pushed his power into the other man, heating up his blood. The man screamed and then Jessie started to scream as the man’s skin melted away. Soon he became a pile of goo and bones.
Damon opened the car door.
Jessie turned to face him.
“Let’s go,” he ordered.
Jessie nodded. Hands shook. He tried to work free, but couldn’t get the seatbelt off.
Damon ripped it from his body. He grabbed Jessie’s arm and pulled him from the car. His mate winced, but then relaxed when he picked Jessie up and cradled him in his arms. Michael turned toward them. He pranced around, ready to attack any threat that approached. The body of the long sleek wolf promised instant death. Blood dripped from the animal’s fangs and chin. Jessie stared at the carnage before focusing on the one survivor.
“That one’s different. You wanted him to live,” Damon said. He felt the connection that Jessie forged with this hunter, but that’s not why Damon let the man live. If he killed him, then Jessie might see it as Damon being unable to accept hunters. If he and Michael accepted this man, then Jessie would trust them.
Jessie nodded.
Damon looked at the hunter. “Don’t go anywhere near the mountain or you will die. Don’t go anywhere near Jessie or you will die. If I ever see you again, then you will die.” The warning sent a shiver down Jessie’s spine. He felt Michael’s rage. If they didn’t get out of here soon, the wolf would shred the man into pieces.
He placed Jessie in the passenger seat while the wolf hopped in the back. Michael’s anger stewed. Until he controlled it, he’d stay in animal form. The trip back home was silent. Jessie fidgeted in the seat, unable to calm down. If he couldn’t sit still now, wait until later. His body burned to touch and hold both of his mates to confirm they were safe in his arms. He pulled the car in front of the cabin.
“We need to park in the garage,” Jessie said.
“Not now.” His mate wouldn’t stall. They needed to stake their claim and show Jessie what it meant to be mated.
Jessie swallowed. He opened the door, but Damon was outside and in front of him. He pulled Jessie into his arms.
“We will discuss today.”
Jessie nodded. He tried to push from Damon’s arms. “I can walk.”
“For now,” Damon warned. Later tonight, he doubted that would be true. Jessie tensed, but excitement filled him. The incident scared him just as much as it scared them, and he wanted nothing more than to feel them deep inside, claiming and possessing his mind and body.
“What’s that mean?” Jessie asked, nibbling on his bottom lip. The front of his jeans bulged with his swelling cock.
“We’ve been too gentle. You don’t know that you belong to us. We’ll fuck you nonstop for days until you understand.”
Michael growled in agreement.
Jessie shivered in anticipation. “If that’s supposed to be a threat, then you need to work on your punishments.”
Damon laughed. “Wait and see. You’ll understand soon enough.”
Michael entered before them, headi
ng toward the bathroom. He carried Jessie in that direction. Water poured into the bathtub. Michael had changed back and stood by the sink, washing off the blood.
Damon put Jessie onto his feet. He walked over toward their other mate and gave him a deep, soul-binding kiss. Michael started to relax. Their anger subsided. He turned his head and Jessie tried to look away, but he couldn’t hide his flushed skin.
“Take off your clothes,” Michael ordered. His eyes raked over Jessie’s body. “Or would you prefer a slit down the back of your jeans, a hole exposing your ass?” Michael moved closer. “Since you like holes in your jeans.”
Jessie’s eyes widened and he started to undress. Nudity no longer bothered their mate. On some days, he enjoyed teasing them by walking around the cabin naked. It wasn’t much of a hardship for any of them. They loved to feast on every inch of Jessie’s skin. Their mate noticed the attention and bent over or wiggled his ass, which led to a hard, fast fucking.
Jessie rubbed his hands over his nipples, tugging at them. While his seduction techniques had improved, they weren’t going to work now.
“One of those men wanted to fuck you,” Michael said with a hiss.
Jessie reluctantly nodded.
Damon guided him toward the water. “Is that what you wanted? To become a plaything?”
“Of course not.” Jessie turned toward him. “I wanted to help you.”
Michael brought Jessie into the tub with him. He was cradled in the other man’s lap. Damon stripped while Michael lathered up a washcloth.
“If we hadn’t been mated, we might not have found you in time. As soon as that car stopped, that man would’ve had your pants around your ankles as he thrust into you. And it wouldn’t have been gentle.” Michael’s fingers thrust into Jessie. Their mate hissed, but spread his legs open, inviting Michael deeper inside of him.
“He wanted to hurt you,” Michael warned. “You saw his thoughts. He wanted to rip your skin and tie you to the bed. He wanted to watch other men fuck your ass. His last perverted thought was to see how long you’d last while men raped you one after the other. Would you have lasted hours, days, weeks, months?”
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Jessie whimpered. He read those same thoughts. For weeks, he’d have nightmares. Dr. Stevens had already been in his mind. He breathed. The threat was dead. “I didn’t want you to know,” Jessie confessed. “I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath. “That man could invade my dreams.”
Damon’s fingers pinched a nipple. Then teeth moved in, biting along his neck and collarbone. Michael’s fingers pushed deeper into him. The other hand rubbed down his inner thigh.
“Once you opened to us, we saw everything.” Michael continued to stretch him. They were both desperate to claim him.
“Sorry? You could’ve ended up in another man’s perverted hands.” Damon hadn’t cooled down. If anything, his apology made him angrier, but the possessive tone sent a shiver down his spin. Now that he thought about the doctor’s intention, everything he’d done seemed stupid.
Michael bit down on his neck. Jessie hissed. His mate pulled away and whispered into his ear. “Tsk-tsk. Thinking of another man.”
It was true and it wasn’t. “I…” Jessie started to deny.
“No one will touch you. We’ll spend the entire night making sure you forget that sick bastard.”
He closed his eyes as he grabbed onto the side of the tub. He was a hunter, the thing that these two men hated. “You don’t understand.”
A second finger joined the first as they spread and stretched him. “You don’t understand, mate,” Michael said.
Damon grabbed his ankles and spread his legs. He was no longer shy and often spread his legs before being asked, but he found his knees trying to press together. He looked up at Damon and leaned back into Michael’s chest. It was time to confess everything.
“I’m one of them. A hunter.”
Damon’s hand grabbed his balls and massaged them between his fingers. He tried to push up, but Michael wrapped his free hand around his waist, keeping his body still. The tugging and pulling was the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. His cock hardened and stiffened. He whimpered, about to beg for more.
“Mate,” Michael whispered into his ear. “You can’t hide any part of what happened.”
Jessie gasped. Michael was right. The bond was stronger. He no longer tried to block thoughts from his mate, and everything flowed back and forth. “You know.”
Damon nodded. “The moment the shield came down the truth flowed in. I can see parts of your dreams. He invaded your mind and you didn’t tell us. He threatened us and you kept it a secret.”
Jessie bit down on his lip. He’d disappointed them. “But I’m like those things.”
“You’re our mate,” Damon reminded. “You knew that before we met. How often did you dream of us?”
Jessie swallowed.
Michael leaned close to his ear. “Since you didn’t trust us you need to be punished. You’ve kept too many secrets.”
Damon hovered over him. “If Michael tried to leave us, we’d do the same thing to him.”
Jessie thought about it. He nodded. If anyone tried to leave, he’d want the same. The need to claim and own the other two was too strong. Yes, he’d demand it from them. There was no more running. They needed to be reassured that Jessie wouldn’t leave and he needed to feel them. Instead of trying to talk, he looked into Damon’s eyes, licked his lips, and sealed his fate with the next few words. “Do your worst.” He rubbed his ass into Michael’s cock. “So far I’m sitting just fine.” With that, the two men attacked his body.
Kisses rained down on every inch of skin. Damon sucked and kissed his chest. Michael played with his nipples. Every inch of flesh felt sweet caresses. The water cooled, but then heated again. He leaned forward and pressed a grateful kiss to Damon’s neck. Michael’s fingers slid from his ass and moved to his hips. Jessie wiggled around, ready for deep penetration.
“Oh, not so soon. It’ll be a while before we fill you.”
He wanted to object, but his thoughts went blank when Michael and Damon kissed. He licked his lips, wanting to share. Both men pulled away and stared at him with hunger. Damon leaned closer, but didn’t meet his lips.
“Let’s move to the bedroom,” Damon purred.
Jessie nodded. He couldn’t think of a better place to continue this.
He tried to stand on wobbly legs. Before he sank to the floor, Michael lifted him up. The hard body pressed into him, making him even harder. He sighed as he was carried to the bedroom.
He moaned when Michael took him over to the desk. He sat him onto the wooden chair. Damon positioned his legs on each of the arms. He looked at them with questioning eyes as his legs dangled off the sides.
“Watch us,” Damon ordered. “And no touching.” There was an unspoken “or else” attached to his demand.
Jessie nodded.
The two men kissed. He bit his lip. Heat filled his groin as his cock swelled. The pain would only be relieved through his mate’s touches. He arched his back. His toes pointed toward the floor. He rubbed his ass on the wood, but it wasn’t enough.
Through the bond he felt everything, Damon’s lips kissing flesh along with the lips on Michael’s heated flesh. He was both of them, feeling every touch. He moaned as the two pinched and teased back and forth. They looked at him writhing in the chair and smirked, fully aware that they were driving him to madness.
Michael grabbed Damon’s hair and roughly pulled it back, then went in and kissed and sucked on his neck. Jessie bit his lip and tried to suppress the moan, but he couldn’t. He squirmed on the seat as his hands reached for his cock.
“Don’t,” Michael warned.
Jessie hissed. He stretched his foot and felt leg muscles pull tightly, ready to snap. If they didn’t touch him soon he’d be a sobbing mess.
“Do you understand?” Michael asked.
He nodded, not really knowing the question.
Mic
hael leaned closer and rubbed a hand inside his thigh. “Are you sure?”
He nodded again.
“Liar.” Michael pulled away and moved over to Damon. On hands and knees, he took Damon’s cock into his mouth. The sight, erotic and forbidden, would’ve been enough, but he felt Damon’s cock in his mouth and Michael’s lips around Damon’s cock. His mind couldn’t take much more. His screams filled the room.
Damon and Michael were at his side, touching him. He was going mad, but the touches brought him back to reality.
“What do you feel?” Damon asked.
He shook his head, unable to speak.
“Did you feel us?” Michael asked.
They were looking for something, searching for an answer, but he couldn’t think.
“Yes you can. Focus,” Damon gently coaxed.
They heard him. They felt him. “We’re one.” That’s when he knew. They were a unit. He couldn’t leave these men and they would never leave him. Even if danger surrounded them, he couldn’t leave. Even if he was a monster with two heads, Jessie needed them. They felt the same way. He whimpered as his actions slammed into him. His betrayal. The denying of this bond and what it meant. The blocks he put up to keep Damon and Michael from the truth no longer existed. “I’m yours and you’re mine.”
That’s all they needed. They helped him from the chair, half carrying and half dragging him to the bed. Damon kissed him. When he pulled away, Michael’s cock pressed against his lips. Jessie licked at the tip before bringing the cock into his mouth.
Damon’s mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses down his stomach. He bypassed his cock and sucked on his balls, nibbling and nipping as they tightened under the assault. Then a warm tongue moved up licking from the base of his cock up to the tip. Two fingers slid into his ass, spreading him wide. He continued to suck the cock and Damon mirrored his actions, sucking and teasing. A tongue pressed onto the tip of his cock. He felt the building in his shaft. Almost, he was almost there, but before he could release both Michael and Damon pulled away. He tried to sit up and object, but he couldn’t move. Michael laughed and helped him.