Clashing Tempest (Men of Myth Book 3)

by Brandon Witt

  “No. From the Midwest.”

  “Oh.” I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my voice.

  He cocked his head at me. “Why? You were hoping I was local?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, I’ve been here nearly seven months, but I’ve been hopping around Costa Rica for about four years. Thinking I’ll head to Europe or something next.” His gaze had drifted, but he refocused on me. “Why do you want a local?”

  I considered him for a while. He didn’t look away as I did. Maybe I had nothing to lose by telling the truth, at least part of it. The worst thing he could do would be to try to kill me, and I’d set him on fire. Problem solved.

  The thought brought back Wrell’s body being consumed by the flames. I wouldn’t be able to do that to this man. No matter what he tried. Still, demons were stronger than werewolves, or at least I thought.

  Actually, the worst thing he could do would be to alert the vampires I was looking for them. Not that I could take on a horde of vampires even if they were unaware, but I definitely didn’t need it to be more difficult.

  It was all really beside the point. I was going to tell him. He was Wrell as he sat beside me in the darkness. Though darker, his eyes were as kind. Even the sound of the ocean conjured Wrell from the dead.

  “I need to find the vampires.”

  His eyes widened at that, and he flinched back a bit. “Vampires? Why?”

  I opened my mouth, then paused. It was one thing to give my trust to this man, but it was another to possibly endanger the rest of the mers because I was having a my-dream-man-came-back-to-life moment. If Wendell was right, few if any other supernatural species were aware mers existed. It probably was best if it stayed that way. “I can’t tell you. I need to find them to help someone.”

  He leaned forward once more, no longer shocked but still skeptical. “You need to find vampires to help someone? Vamps help even less than werewolves do.”

  “I need to help save someone.” That was mostly true.

  “Oh.” He let out a sigh. “Now that makes more sense. Are you looking for a specific vampire or just a Royal?”

  My breath caught in my throat, nearly causing me to choke. “A Royal?” An old fear shot through me. Caitlin had been determined to turn me over to the Royals when Finn had first brought me home, and even after. It seemed they were the supernatural embodiment of nightmares.

  “Well, yeah. That’s why you’re in Costa Rica, right?”

  I slumped over in defeat. And here I thought I was on a lucky streak. If all the unlikely pieces fall easily into place for you to get hit by an oncoming train, it’s not really luck. At least not good luck. Of course the Vampire Cathedral was in Costa Rica. I was certain I’d heard Finn’s family say that. How had that not clicked as soon as the fat guy at the restaurant told me where I was?

  No wonder Zef had wanted to keep the Chromis away from here.

  “Are you okay?”

  I brought my attention back to the man, forcing myself to calm enough to refrain from panic. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be fine. I hadn’t realized until now that it was the Royals I was looking for.”

  “Well, maybe it’s not. I assumed, with you being here and all.”

  “No. You’re right. I’m certain it’s the Royals that I need.” Seems like “luck” had led the right person to me after all. I let out another breath and looked the man in the eyes. “Do you know how to find them?”

  “I know the cathedral is close to Montezuma. That’s only an hour’s drive from here. Give or take.”

  And there we go. Search over. How easy was that? Just had to learn to walk, talk, eat, and drink again, and it all fell into place.

  The stars were certainly aligned for me to find the vampires. The nymphs or Moheetla, or whoever was setting this up, had better keep following through with how easy this all was. Of course, maybe the vampires had a god of their own and he was the one laying the stepping-stones in front of me.

  The man’s voice took on a different note, becoming both shy and suggestive at the same time. “I can take you to Montezuma if you’d like. Tomorrow.”

  Tomorrow. Well that meaning was clear, wasn’t it?

  The Royals. Tomorrow.

  “Are you asking if I want to stay with you tonight?”

  He nodded. Even the lust could not erase the innate kindness that seemed to waft from him. “I’d like that.” Then his eyes widened as if realizing something. “Oh, God. I didn’t mean it like that. I can drive you to Montezuma tomorrow if you don’t wanna stay the night.”

  In that moment, with his insecurity, which was so out of place on such a stunning man, he stopped being Wrell and morphed into Finn.

  If I hadn’t been certain what I wanted before, I was now. It had been so long since I’d had sex, my body had nearly shut off the drive. And now here was a beautiful man wanting to take me home the night before I had to face the infamous Vampire Cathedral. A man who was an enticing combination of the only two men I’d ever loved.

  “Yeah, I wanna spend the night with you. Even if you don’t take me to the vampires tomorrow and I have to find another way. I know where I’m going now. Either way, take me home.”

  He beamed, every hint of sadness and insecurity vanishing. “I’m Shane, by the way.”

  I nearly told him I was Chris Stewart, but I couldn’t make myself lie to him. “Brett.”

  “Wow! You’re hung like a werewolf.” Shane reached out, filled his massive hand with my balls, and gave a tentative tug.

  That small touch was nearly enough to make me shoot all over his forearm. It had been so long. I couldn’t even remember the last…

  Oh, yes I could. Finn. Graveyard. Me promising I wouldn’t leave.

  Shoving the memory aside, I stepped closer and ran my left hand through the thick black hair covering his colossal chest, curling my fingers through it and giving him a matching tug. My right hand snapped at the button of his shorts. He wore them loose enough that without needing to unzip them, they slipped effortlessly over his hips and pooled at his feet.

  My left hand quit moving at his chest and fell stupidly to my side. My gaze flicked up to his and then back down. The slab of meat that hung from his seventies’ porn bush was thick, dark, and uncut. Finn had been large, but not like this.

  It had been so long since I’d seen a penis, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to fall to my knees and devour it or simply stare in awe.

  Shane’s low chuckle pulled my attention away from his groin and to his eyes, which were sparkling in pleasure at my reaction. “Apparently werewolves and demons have something in common.”

  I glanced down at my own sex, fully aroused and leaking—so pale next to him, the dark-blond curls looking almost white in comparison. We were pretty evenly matched, but it was an unusual event to be with someone with a similar endowment. “Have you ever been with a demon?”

  He kicked off his flip-flops and stepped out of the shorts, then kicked them aside. “No. You been with a wolf?”

  I shook my head.

  He leaned into me, simultaneously wrapping his hand around my dick while running up the length of my neck with his tongue. “Ever been with another supernatural?”

  I felt my body stiffen at the question, Finn’s face intruding between the two of us again.

  “I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong?” Shane released me and stepped back.

  “No. No. Sorry.” I swiped my hand over my face. “It’s just been a really long time.”

  He glanced down at the floor. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want. Like I said, you obviously don’t have to fuck around with me to get a ride to Montezuma tomorrow.”

  The wounded puppy-dog look reminded me so much of Finn. “It’s not that. I want to, more than you can imagine. The last person I was with was a supernatural, and you remind me of him, kinda. Actually, you remind me of two people.”

  He looked up at me from under his heavy brow. “Guys you loved?”

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sp; “Yeah.”

  “Sorry.”

  I let out a sardonic laugh. “Not your fault. It’s actually part of why I wanted to come home with you. That and it’s been forever since I’ve had sex.” Must have been, if I was telling a guy that I decided to sleep with him because he reminded me of someone else. Dumbass. “Sorry. You mind?”

  “Nah. It got you here. Why would I mind?”

  “I don’t mean that—”

  He cut me off as he lowered to his knees and took my cock in his mouth, only pausing for a second to adjust his angle when it hit the back of his throat, then swallowing it to its base.

  Conversation over. Thank God!

  He seized an ass cheek in each hand and pulled me closer into himself, forcing my dick deeper.

  I let out a cry as his coarse stubble scratched against my balls. Already, my cock began to pulse inside him, threatening to end it all too soon. Instinctively, my hands went to his head to grasp his hair, but it was too short. My right hand swiped down behind his neck and held him in place.

  Unable to bob his head, Shane let go of my ass and wrapped his arms around my hips. Tightening his barrel hold, he managed to pull me in even deeper, to the point that the topmost skin of my sack was enveloped in the wet warmth.

  “Dude, you gotta wait. I can’t last.” I tried to push his shoulders so I could be out of him, make it last a little longer.

  He held firm, his only response to cause his tongue to undulate over the base of my dick and the beginning of my sack. A strangled groan escaped him, and his throat muscles constricted around my cock.

  Without any further warning, I exploded into him. The force of my ejaculation made me arch backward, causing me to smash his face even harder into my crotch.

  Shane’s groaning increased, the low, gravelly vibrations only serving to increase my orgasm. The past endless months of celibacy emptied into him, and he devoured the deluge.

  With a deafening cry, I let out the last pulsating shudder. Looking down, I watched my still hard, glistening cock exit his lips as he pulled back.

  His dark eyes met mine, watering from the force of the blowjob. He gave a crooked grin, part cockiness, part pleasure. His gaze flickered behind me. “When did we end up against the wall?”

  I glanced over my shoulder. I was smashed against the concrete wall. I hadn’t even noticed we’d moved.

  Already he’d moved on and pulled my attention back to him by licking up the last drop of cum threatening to drip to the floor. He wrapped his fingers around my shaft. “Looks like you’re still ready for more.”

  I tried to catch my breath. “Yeah. With how long it’s been, it might take hours.”

  He tugged on my cock. “Good. Join me.”

  He didn’t need to ask twice. I knelt beside him and took his cock in my hand, giving a slow stroke. My cock twitched as, at my movement, I watched his foreskin reveal the thick head.

  I made a move to lean over and take him in my mouth, but he stopped me with his hand on my chest. “No. Wait a moment.”

  Shane leaned forward and took my mouth with his. His lips were swollen and sticky. His tongue came into my mouth, filling it with a pungent saltiness.

  We wrapped our arms around each other, and our bodies smashed together. Even if it hadn’t been so long since I’d had sex, this would still have been an out-of-this-world experience. The feel of his chest hair pulling against mine. His mammoth cock crushing into my erection and my lower stomach. The voracity of feral strength that seemed to match my own. The desperate passion of his kiss.

  The entire world had dissipated, leaving only our bodies.

  When Shane pulled away, I grabbed at his cock once more.

  “No. Not like that.” He pulled at my shoulder as he shifted to get behind me.

  At his nudge, I lowered my hands to the ground and knelt on all fours in front of him.

  “Fuck, man.” His hands smoothed over the skin of my ass. “You are the hottest guy I’ve ever been with. Guess what they say about demons is true.”

  Before I could respond, his tongue made a solitary swipe over my hole, causing me to cry out and lurch forward in pleasure.

  Instead of repeating the motion like I’d expected, I felt him push himself up, and his inner thighs brushed against my hips as he stood straddling me.

  He groaned as the tip of his cock pushed against my opening. I shifted away from him in surprise at the pressure, though my cock instantly began to throb.

  “It’s been a while. We’ll have to go real slow.”

  His hands continued their ministrations over my ass, swiping over the muscles of my back and then returning to tease my opening. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”

  “I know.” I had no doubt he’d be the kind I’d feel for days. “Do you have a condom?”

  He chuckled. “Cute, but do we really need to role-play as humans?” His thumb pushed into me.

  I ignored the desire to shove back, to skewer myself on his thumb, and turned to look at him over my shoulder. Just the sight of his Wrell-like face, mountains of muscles, and throbbing cock was nearly enough to have me go with it, but I wanted to enjoy this. Fear over some fucked-up sickness was the last thing I needed. “How is a condom human?”

  He looked at me quizzically, as if trying to determine if I was being serious. “I’m a wolf. You’re a demon.”

  As if that explained it.

  At my continued expression, he elaborated. “We can’t get human diseases. Impossible. Same is true for the vamps and such. Only species that are too diluted with humans can get that shit. Like witches and stuff.”

  At the word witches, I thought I detected a sneer of contempt, but I wasn’t sure. Nor did I care at the moment. I remembered Finn telling me something similar when I’d been worried about what fallout might happen after the vampire. “But I’m part human.”

  Shane laughed, already returning to teasing my ass. “Well, obviously. I’m not torn into little pieces.”

  “But maybe enough that I need a condom.”

  He pushed into me, a knuckle or two deep. His voice low and distracted. “You’re not even close to human or witch enough to worry about that. You’re all demon, enough at least. Even if you were, I’m a hundred percent werewolf. No human at all. Couldn’t be safer.” As his thumb began to build a rhythm, his other hand slipped between my legs, and his fingers began to tease my sack and cock. “You new to this supernatural thing or something?”

  I couldn’t even get my words out, and my body began to move with his motions, forcing his digit in deeper. I nodded.

  “Hmm. I’d like to hear that story.” He pulled out his thumb and spread my cheeks wide. “But not now. And before you ask, you won’t need lube either. I got enough precum going on that you’re more than taken care of.”

  Unbidden, my back arched, pushing my ass toward him.

  He blew a slow breath over my skin. “You okay?”

  I was. True, I was in the throes of things, but I was okay. He was Wrell and Finn rolled into one. And he had an innate kindness about him that I trusted. It also made sense. I was fairly certain I was immortal, and probably indestructible. This was one more thing about being a demon I hadn’t learned yet. Of all the things, this was one of the best. I’d been afraid of the virus for as long as I could remember. What a wonder to not have to worry about that anymore. Finally, something to be thankful about from my parentage.

  My gaze traveled over him once again, pausing to watch his right shoulder muscles flex as he worked my hole. The muscles of his left bicep and chest also put on a display as he stroked his cock. Sure enough, each time the foreskin was pulled away a trail of precum streamed over his fingers.

  “Yes, I’m okay. Fuck yes.” I arched farther back toward him.

  He needed no more affirmation, and I watched as he positioned himself above me. His thighs taut and bulging, his cock seemed to go on forever as he pointed it down toward my ass.

  With one quick plunge, he sank into me.


  Pain ripped through me and, with it, a current of fire that made me think I was going to explode into flames.

  At the surge of heat, Shane expelled a scream more growl than human. “Fuck yeah!” Both of his hands smacked down on either side of my hips and held on as he withdrew and plunged back in again, not giving my body a moment to adjust to his vicious size.

  A pain-filled scream of pleasure issued from somewhere within me again at his onslaught, and I felt something splatter over my hand. I glanced down and found the top of my hand and the majority of the floor around me was covered in my cum. I hadn’t even felt the climax.

  Within seconds, with less than four more plunges, Shane bucked hard against me, his cock going so deep I quit breathing and my eyes rolled back in my head. With another loud cry, he pulsated into me. Each ejaculation caused his cock to thicken, stretching me further.

  As soon as his orgasm ceased, Shane’s heavy body crashed over mine, his left hand resting on the floor to help support his weight. Instantly, his rhythm shifted and became faster, no longer fully withdrawing but shoving deeper with every thrust. His sweat-soaked chest hair scratched against my back. His rasping breath hot against my ear. “Can you take another load?”

  At his words, I grasped my cock, suddenly grateful he was helping to support his weight. “Fuck yes. Give it to me.”

  I came again within seconds, but he continued thrusting, each motion stretching me further, his cock seeming to go ever deeper.

  My hand slipped against the concrete floor, sweat and cum making finding a secure spot impossible.

  Shane never stopped his pounding, only readjusting his body to take hold of my hips again. I supported myself on one elbow as I continued to stroke my cock.

  This new position allowed him to go deeper than I’d ever experienced. He used his fierce grip to control my body, making us find an alternating rhythm. Slamming me onto his cock as he surged forward.

  The sound of our cries and the wet slap of our bodies against each other filled my ears. Just when I was about to let go of my dick so I wouldn’t shoot again, Shane held his position deep inside of me for a brief second. “Take it, Brett. Take my load.”