They said when you got older, all your childhood memories faded, they got taken over with your tougher adult memories, but that wasn’t the case for me. No. The memory that transcended all memories was staring at that golden, inlaid box where my mother’s body was placed. Then again when we crossed over into the overgrown and slowly shrinking land of Faerie. Placing her in the ground among the wild, deadly plants and colorful magical animals. It was both beautiful and tragic, awe-inspiring and heartbreaking.
When you lived your life in both extremes, you tended to not do a lot of introspective work. You came up with excuses like it takes too much effort, you’re fine the way you are, this is how you chose to live your life, but it’s all a lie you tell yourself. You just didn’t want to do the work because you were deathly afraid that it was not only true, but even worse, that was all you were capable of.
So, when Rayla easily pegged my issues, splayed them all out like it was the most simplest and obvious thing in the world, my mask cracked. My world tilted, and the fear took over.
Having to not only fear for my life but also for my mind at the same time was maddening. It paralyzed me. It brought me back to that time when my world flipped, back to a time when I had no compass, no true north. I had nothing.
Then for her to say she was in the same boat, using the same sloppy bandages I was, and not only did she not judge me, but she understood it, I felt like I could breathe for the first time. She wasn’t the bright light that showed me the path out of the darkness, she was the hand that searched for mine in the darkness, grabbing it tightly so I didn’t have to be alone anymore. We could face the darkness together.
She was slowly becoming more than my chosen mate for me, she was becoming someone I not only wanted to fuck with every cell in my body, but also respected and felt a kinship with. It was different and new to care for a woman like this, to want to just talk to her, experience little things with her to learn as much as I could about her. I think I was falling in love with my mate, and wasn’t that a little bit of a twist to the game.
Ax and I followed Rayla up the massive, white marble staircase as she stretched again, my eyes following the bend of her back, the way her beautiful breasts heaved, and the perfect curve of her ass. A low murmur of appreciation sounded next to me, and Ax was giving her the same face. Sure, there was lust and want all over his face, but there was also a slight edge of devotion and admiration. He may not know it, but he was also falling for her. The worst part was, I didn’t mind.
I didn’t lie before when I said I didn’t mind if she dated us all, but that was with the mindset that in the end she would pick one she liked more, which would’ve been me, and then we would have to tell them to get over it. We might’ve had a few awkward years, but, eventually, they would get over it and remember the good times. Now I was wondering if I’d been the one living a pipe dream.
From what I know about mates, in any species, they are very territorial, downright feral regarding their mates. When I pulled out that mens coat, my mind went crazy, coming up with a million scenarios, a million reasons that a mens coat was in her car, but the only one I couldn’t stand, that felt like my organs were boiling from the inside out, was the singular thought she had been with the man that wore this coat.
Not that Ax was sitting next to her, not that he had been staring at her ass all night, not that Cosmo was holding onto her so tight when he pulled her away from that exploding mage. Nope, none of that bothered me, but this fictional man I concocted would burn in the worst of hells after I was done with him.
The only thing that made sense was that we were all her mates. It didn’t happen often, multiple mates, but it wasn’t unheard of to have multiple mates from different species. Rayla sauntered up the stairs, turned, and gave both of us a wink before zooming to her room. As Ax rushed after Rayla, I thought that if anyone deserved multiple mates, it was Rayla Desmond, the strength of the Syndicate.
When I finally caught up, entering her room, Ax already had her in his arms, kissing her neck as he pleaded, “Let me spend the night with you tonight. I can’t be away from you. My wolf is clawing on the inside of my head, blaming me that you got kidnapped and again for you almost getting blown up. I need to calm him down by being near you tonight.”
She giggled. “Now, why would your wolf worry about little old me?”
Ax was an idiot, and his words just confirmed my theory of multiple mates. There was no way his wolf would’ve connected with her so fast unless he picked her as a mate. Rayla was a smart woman, and if he was trying to hide she was the one his wolf picked out as a mate, he was failing. I leaned against the wall, and he looked away from her in panic before turning back, smiling as he said, “Well, he sees you as part of the family. He would do this if my father was in trouble, too.” Then he kissed up her neck, gripped her ass as he found her lips, and deepened the kiss until her arms wrapped around him, forgetting her question and the meanings behind his answers. I had to admire the move, since it worked, but if he didn’t want her to know just yet, I guess I could help out with the distraction, help out a fellow mate-to-be.
I made sure not to grab either of their attention as I crept up behind Ax, sliding up next to him and whispering some magic into his ear, “Let go and back up three steps.”
His grip tightened before he released her. A dazed Rayla was left confused for a second, and I took advantage of her disorientation, scooping her up in my arms and flying her over to her bed before settling her against her pillows as my wings snapped back through the slits in my clothes.
“Now that you have had some of the fast and rough, how about something skilled.” I flicked open the button on her pants and kissed down her belly as she watched me with hooded eyes. “Something that will make your eyes roll into the back of your head as you cry for more.”
A familiar growl came from behind me, but I would not be outdone. “Make sure you keep your wolf on a leash, Fierce Girl. I don’t want him ruining anything for you.”
1She licked her lips, not taking her seductive rose gold eyes off mine as she lifted her hips, letting me grab the back of her pants and peel them off her body as I applied pressure to the back of her thighs, feeling every inch of her soft, creamy skin.
A naked Ax crawled to her side, and I smirked. Dude was so thirsty for attention. I’d let him have her eyes if I got her moans. I kissed up her legs, peeling them apart as Ax’s fingers worked on removing her top.
The scent of her desire called to me, telling me to take a juicy bite, but I wanted to play more. I let my fingers trace letters along her fleshy lips as I nibbled on her inner thigh. My eyes flicked up as her belly quivered, and her eyes feasted on me, with excitement and lust trying to take over.
For fairies, eye contact was a large part of the mating process. Learning how your mate feels and what they think by a single look is key to understanding them on that deeper level. So as our eyes connected, it was natural for me to try and read them, to anticipate what it was she was wanting, what she needed.
Ax lifted her shirt off, then cupped her breasts as he dragged his teeth along her neck. I parted her with one finger, testing how she’d respond. Her eyes were telling me she needed more, needed something to balance out what I was doing to her. “Ax, bite her nipples.”
His head lifted, looking down at me as fury flashed in his eyes, but I lifted an eyebrow, throwing my chin at her, and he sneered at me right before he latched on and bit her hard. I anticipated his angry fit and sunk two fingers into her as my tongue lazily flicked her clit.
The low, throaty moan she let out was like music to my ears. Her quivering thighs next to my head told me she was very much enjoying what we were doing. While Ax moved over to the other one, giving it the same treatment, I pulled her apart and gave her a long, fat lick from hole to clit, lapping at her weeping center as her desire grew sweeter and sweeter, our ministrations turning her on more and more.
Fuck, this smell was thrilling, causing my excitement to ramp so high that my cock weeped precum. The room became thick with her scent, her moans. At one point, it was all I could think about. When would I get another one? How would I squeeze out more and more of that sugary goodness from her? I needed it. I needed more of her, all of her.
I pinched her clit with one hand while the other fucked her pussy at a steady pace, flicking my tongue wildly against the flesh peeking between my fingers, working her up higher and higher to where she fisted Ax’s hair before smashing his face onto hers as she licked and sucked at his mouth violently.
He moaned out at her treatment, enjoying it far too much as he kneaded her breasts roughly, plucking her nipples like a professional musician, playing her body to where her moans made its own melody for us.
I couldn’t take it much longer. I would need to be inside her soon, and I didn’t care how. My cock throbbed with need to sink into her wet and hot body, needing to show her how far this could go between the three of us.
When Ax took a ragged breath, I tore my face and fingers from her center, grabbed onto her ankles, and yanked her to the edge of the bed. She squealed, and it surprised me. I liked it. I rushed forward, wrenching her chin up as I captured her lips between mine, teasing my tongue along the seam of her lips to get her to open up. As soon as she did, I flicked my tongue against her fang, circling it and then flicking it again.
