Prism (Awakened Chronicles Book 3)

by Harley Austin

  “Yea,” she pulled him closer, “you’re not bad yourself.”

  Their lips folded into each other’s …

  * * * * *

  Brooke was already asleep by the time Brayden lifted his lips from hers. It was only a moment ago her body had been writhing uncontrollably under his as he delivered his seed deep and plentiful within her. He drew another sweet kiss from her lips as she settled into her awakening rest. Looking up, Tyler was right beside the two of them and beneath Cierra who wasn’t being gentle on the guy. But what caught Brayden’s attention the most were the two hunky-muscled guys locked in a kind of naked wrestling match, half on their pillow-like bed and half off of it. Wynn was no contest for Parker’s strength, but watching the two of them grappling over the side of the bed, you’d never know it.

  The cocks of both guys were tall, thick and looked hard as rock. His thick arm between Parker’s thighs and gripping his ass, Wynn rolled him to his back. “I’m not—coming, Parker,” Wynn strained pushing Parker’s thighs apart. “Just you are.”

  “Not.” Parker faux tried to push the guy over but Wynn kept his balance.

  With Wynn’s strong arms holding Parker’s thighs apart, he straddled Parker’s thick chest, his muscular ass in Parker’s face. Wynn just needed the guy to come, he didn’t need Parker making the ritual mutual. Wynn finally took hold of Parker’s cock in his grip, lifting his rod to his lips, the wide sheathed tip completely filled Wynn’s mouth as he pulled back his foreskin to target his helmet directly with his lips and tongue.

  “Ahhuuuh,” Wynn heard the guy whimper while his hips rocked beneath him. He needed to get this over quickly, as he intimately assaulted Parker’s tip.

  Parker’s heart was pounding in his chest, not because he was straining at all with Wynn, but from sheer anticipation. Whatever Wynn was doing to him between his legs was not amateur. He couldn’t keep his hips from rocking.

  “Ahhhh—” Parker exhaled, rocking his head back. Jesus the guy was not letting up!

  Still with Wynn straddling his chest like this, he was prone himself. Parker reached his hand between his thighs and gripped Wynn’s hard thick spire.

  Wynn felt himself in Parker’s grip, but now that he had the god prone he wasn’t going to battle him again. The guy was wicked strong. His hips were lifting and falling; that was a good sign he’d been at least somewhat subdued. If he kept the guy feeling good, maybe he’d just let him finish without trying to make himself come as well.

  Parker couldn’t help but rock his hips while Wynn’s lips and tongue assailed his tip and slid over as much of his thick spire as they could. Damn Wynn was good at this. But as long as the guy was straddling chest, his standup cock wasn’t out of reach of Parker’s own lips.

  Wynn felt his rock hardness being pulled back between his thighs. Something wet and warm surrounded his tip causing him to take in a sudden breath. Wynn felt himself whine softly with a fine new sensation that rippled from his groin all through his body and extremities. God, Parker. He didn’t want him—hmmm, Wynn suddenly whined with Parker’s cock filling his mouth. Jesus that felt nice!

  Wynn tried to ignore what Parker was doing to him and just focus on getting Parker to erupt. But now his own hips were softly rocking over the top of Parker’s chest. Dammit! It wasn’t supposed to feel this good!

  Wynn’s jewels looked smooth, tightly pulled up between his thighs. Parker teased them lightly with his fingers while holding Wynn’s cock between his lips.

  “Ooommm,” Wynn whined against Parker’s cock again. Parker was seriously challenging his ability to ignore him.

  Brayden watched the two of them abandon their wrestling match while each intimately assaulted the cock of the other. Just watching the two of them was making him hard all over again still inside Lear. He moved himself slowly within her again, feeling his emotion building …

  “Damn, you are hard,” Parker felt to Wynn in a new empathic connection. Wynn suddenly felt Parker’s feelings within him. The guy’s feelings were tingling all over, like warm fire. Wynn could suddenly feel what he was doing to Parker, how his lips and tongue made him feel.

  “You should talk. You’re like sucking a rock.” Wynn drew down hard on him.

  “You’re really good—ahhh!” Parker winced, “at this.”

  “You think so, huh?”

  “Yea, I do.”

  Wynn felt Parker’s hips rock taller as his lips pushed new emotion into Parker’s body from between his thighs. Wynn was a little surprised feeling how much Parker was enjoying his first-time at doing this. The way his body was rocking beneath him, obviously Parker wasn’t feeling like Wynn was amateur at all. Wynn was also discovering that Parker wasn’t amateur at this. He knew exactly how Wynn like to be teased.

  “Ohhhh,” Wynn breathed a badly needed exhale. “God Parker,” he felt back to him over their connected feelings. “That’s really nice.”

  “I like wresting with you.”

  “Yea. You’re, ah, Oooooh,” Wynn whimpered, his mouth filled with as much as Parker’s cock as could fit.

  “You okay?” Parker asked smiling as Wynn moved back to see if he could put more of himself between Parker’s lips.

  “No. Dammit, you’re going to make me come.”

  “Yea, well I’m almost there myself.”

  “I can feel,” Wynn assured.

  But instead of feeling Wynn ramp up his intimate assault, and go in for the kill, he felt Wynn slow his teasing lips around his cock. Each moved more comfortably together.

  “God, Parker.” Wynn gripped Parker’s ass with both hands.

  “You’re tasting a little salty, Dade.”

  “I can’t help it. Parker—uuummm,” Wynn whined, feeling his building desire move right up to the edge. He was sucking down hard on Parker’s cock now just as his own was on the edge of exploding.

  Parker dug his fingers into Wynn’s muscular ass just as he felt the guy launch and begin pulsing into his mouth.

  “AAAAHHHH—” Wynn whined. He didn’t want Parker making him come, but now that he was, Wynn let his emotions mix eagerly with Parker’s empathic connection to him.

  “God! Parker!”

  “You need to be fucked, Dade.”

  “I need you fucking me, Parker. Aaaahhhh!” Wynn breathed over and around Parker’s thick cock still filling his mouth. “God you’re hot.”

  Wynn’s explosive emotion was quickly bringing Parker’s to a peak as well.

  Wynn found the subtle saline sensation lifting through his senses. God it was nice! Wynn took hold of a Parker’s ass and drew his emotion up into a powerful crescendo. He felt Parker’s thick cock pulse into the back of his mouth. Wynn wasn’t sure if the sensation was sweet or savory or both, or something totally new, but the sensations ignited his senses.

  He swallowed. Something warm like a fine honey-brandy burned all the way down. He swallowed again and again as Parker pulsed over and over. Whatever Parker was delivering, he needed it—all of it.

  Jesus, Lear was hot. Brayden unloaded once again into her. But watching the two guys whining and expending themselves still half on and off their pillow bed, he might need to fuck her again. He watched Parker roll Wynn to his back and then lift the large-muscled guy all the way onto their bed.

  Romero lifted herself from Tyler’s sleeping lips, as Parker moved over to where they were.

  “She’s already asleep, Bray,” Parker smirked watching him still moving sweetly within her.

  “Yea, tell my hormones that.”

  “How does he feel, Cierra?” Parker looked down at the sleeping teen. She was still rocking herself over Tyler’s still solid rod. “I’m with Brayden, I think I need to make sure.” She smiled.

  “Jeeze you two,” Parker got up from the bed looking at the now sleeping-awakening people. He moved back over to where Wynn was sleeping, laid down beside him. Parker moved his hands over Wynn’s thick pecs and abs. Dade had been a handful, but Jesus the guy made love like he meant it. Parker
moved himself close to Wynn, and wrapped himself around him, feeling his body changing.

  59

  O ‘Brien rocketed up through the hundreds of miles anchor tower. She’d awoken alone, again. That was Scott. He always did that to her. Fucked her senseless, cuddled with her like they were newlyweds, and always she’d awaken—alone. It was part of the guy’s mystique. His allure. Scott always treated her well, but she knew who he was; he wasn’t one of the good guys. Not even close. She didn’t know how many people he’d killed but she was sure she didn’t want to know. The one thing both had in common was they hated the Seven. Yes, Scott worked for them, but only as a double-agent. He had his own priorities and they didn’t include seeing the Seven succeed. They used him and he used them. He didn’t have any use for the demigods either. If there was a racist prejudice against being a halfblood, Scott North embodied it all. He was Yin. All of the newbloods were whether they knew it or not. And now that the Yin were all but extinct, Scott’s one and only goal was to prevent their extinction from happening. At any and all cost, including the destruction of Aden if that’s what it might take to ensure their survival.

  Awakened by Amethyst herself, Scott not only enjoyed her heritage, but her training as well. They guy was only as old as Tyler but under Amy’s tutelage he’d become an accomplished psionic. Scott North was as dangerous as he was beautiful. But the Seven didn’t know that. To them he was an awkward, self-centered troubled teen with a penchant for being difficult.

  He apparently also knew about the ancient anchors, like the one they were in. Probably Amethyst’s doing as well. This particular anchor might have been disconnected, but even partially dead it provided them with something none of them would have been able to have as newly awakeneds—sanctuary from the surrounding armies of the Seven.

  Their arrival here within the cavern wasn’t something that just happened by accident. Seeing Scott told her that Amethyst was probably involved. The Fates were often just as aloof and unpredictable as Scott—and just as dangerous.

  “And where have you been all night?” Romero sat on the large bed pillow lotus. She’d dressed in some Brazilian micro jean shorts and a half t-shirt top that showed off the lower part of her breasts and didn’t try hiding her nipples at all beneath it.

  “What are you wearing?” O’Brien raised her brow as Romero lifted herself off the bed. The Irish goddess had changed into some casual denim jeans and a comfy button down top, but Romero looked ready to perform in a strip club.

  “Clothes, for once.”

  “Where are the guys?”

  “Out looking for you. You didn’t answer my question.”

  “I finally made it to the bottom of the tower. It’s a few hundred miles. I just slept down there last night.”

  “Bryn, we were worried about you last night. The guys have been gone for hours looking for you.”

  “I was alright. Besides,” she looked at the sleeping-awakening people on their bed. “It looks to me like all of you were a little busy last night anyway.”

  “Not all night.”

  “I’m sure the guys will be back soon.”

  Romero moved up to her. “That’s an interesting scent.”

  “What scent?”

  “Like a guy kind of scent.”

  O’Brien winced. I think your sense of smell is off. It smells like guys all over in here.

  “I know what the guys smell like, this one’s different.”

  “It’s your imagination.”

  “Bryn, I know a guy when I smell one. Don’t lie to me. You were with someone last night. I can smell his seed all over you. Who was it?”

  O’Brien was suddenly wishing she’d showered before getting dressed now, but she’d woke late and just hadn’t thought about Scott’s scent still being all over her, especially the scent of his spill between her legs. But it was that particular scent that Romero was easily picking up on now. She kept quiet.

  “There’s another guy in the tower—isn’t there?”

  O’Brien folded her arms and just stared at her saying nothing.

  “Listen, either you let me in on your little secret or I’m going to tell the guys—I may do that anyway.”

  O’Brien suddenly lost her attitude. “Cierra, don’t. Please.”

  “Then tell me.”

  She sighed. “He’s like me. A scout—for the Seven. A newblood, like the rest of us.”

  “You both work for the Seven?”

  “He’s more like a double-agent. He doesn’t like them anymore than we do. I had no idea he was even here. He can be—quite clandestine when he wants to be.”

  “Apparently he’s also attractive if you got laid last night.”

  “Unbelievably. You can’t tell the others.”

  “You can’t tell me not to tell the others, Bryn! The Seven have an agent roaming this place, spying on us?!”

  “He’s not going to tell them a thing. He doesn’t want them here anymore than we do.”

  Parker stood on an outside terrace overlooking the shore of the forest where thousands of paramilitary and field agents had gathered. “Jesus, look at all those boats.”

  “Yea, and they’re still coming,” Brayden watched as a new flotilla was sailing around the tower’s moat-like abyss and heading for the forest shore. “What are we going to do?”

  Parker shook his head. “Seven against thousands.”

  “They’re not just going to give up and go away, Winter.”

  “You think this is going to turn into a battle?” Parker shot him a worried gaze.

  “Those aren’t pea shooters they’re setting up on the shore pointing at us.”

  Both watched as huge pieces of canon-looking guns were being floated in, offloaded, and assembled.

  * * * * *

  “Astonishing!” Rigel’s projection image stood in front of North and the lead agent who’d been in-charge of the capture operation since the beginning. “Your intel on this structure is top-notch, as usual, Scott. Very commendable.”

  “Yea, whatever.”

  “And our Miss O’Brien?”

  “She thinks I’m helping her after I fucked her senseless last night. She’s not going to work with us, I’ll tell you that.”

  “Disappointing.” Rigel appeared to be in thought. “And the others? Still mundane, any of them?”

  “Looks like Lear, Wynn and Tyler are in the sleep. Everyone else has been awakened.”

  “Oh. Not good. Not at all. Obviously, our Miss O’Brien broke protocol as well as contract.”

  “Big surprise. So now what?” North asked.

  “I’m afraid we’re going to need to keep you around, Scott. You appear to be the only way into the structure for the time being. I’d rather not damage it if it’s in anyway avoidable. Can you find a way inside for the Commander and his men?”

  “It’s solid. No doors or windows. The place is pretty empty. I’ll have to keep looking around.”

  “Excellent. Keep me informed.”

  Rigel’s projection winked out.

  “Seven awakened.” Brad looked at the live feed of the images of the massive subterranean tower. “And a citadel that admits only the newbloods.”

  The smartly dress woman approached him. “A little above our pay grade, darling?”

  He eyed the glistening tower. “Way.”

  60

  W ynn stretched with a smooth yawn suddenly realizing someone was snuggled next to him. It didn’t take him but a moment to ‘feel’ that Parker had warmed up right next to him. He wasn’t sure what time it was but everyone seemed to be sleeping quietly on the bed. Still unclothed, Wynn sat up, marveling at what he could see, feel, hear, and smell at the moment. He woke Parker while moving off of the bed.

  “Hey. You’re awake,” Parker’s empathy moved through him. “How do you feel?”

  “Awesome. Let’s not wake the others.”

  Both guys left the bed and wandered to another alcove some distance away and well out of earshot.


  “Dude, you’ve gotten bigger,” Parker complimented, slapping Wynn on the bare ass as the two of them moved into the other space.

  “I have, I can tell. God this feels great!”

  “You look great.”

  Wynn gripped his arm warmly. “Thanks, Winter.”

  “You’re welcome, but, I didn’t really do anything.” Parker gripped Wynn’s same arm warmly with a smile.

  “No. You did. I’m thinking a lot more clearly now.”

  Parker nodded. “I hoped you might.”

  “Are Brooke and Chase okay?”

  He nodded. “They’ve both been up for a couple of days now.”

  “I slept longer? So what color are my eyes?”

  “They’re a—metallic actually,” Parker grinned. “A nice blue metallic. They look nice on you.”

  “Jesus. Metallic. And I still woke up—”

  “Yea.”

  “Then Brooke was right. Romero would have killed me. I would have never woken up.”

  “We don’t know that.”

  “Yes we do. You know she was right.”

  Parker nodded.

  “You saved my life, Winter.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t—”

  “Just shut up and kiss me.”

  “I thought you weren’t into guys.” Parker grinned, pulling their warm unclothed bodies together.

  “I’m into this guy.” Wynn folded his lips into Parker’s.

  * * * * *

  “What is that sound?” Romero asked. All of them had sat down for breakfast at a table once again overfilled with fresh fruits, hot coffee, and sweet morning pastries.

  “I don’t know?” O’Brien raised her brow.

  Now all of them felt it as their danger senses began to tingle.

  “That’s not a good feeling,” Parker began. “It’s coming from above us.”

  All seven left their table and entered the inner terrace looking up. One by one, they lifted off and ascended to where the three bridges connected to the central portal. But instead of all of the bridges being empty, one of the wide bridges held something, or maybe it was a someone. Thirty feet tall, it looked like a crystalline armored warrior, complete with a spear-like bladed weapon, the shaft of the pike appeared to be of the same dark metallic gold crystal as the short wand O’Brien kept with her.