Iliked to think of myself as a patient man. Hell, I’d waited a thousand years to find my Eclipse and then I even managed to wait a few days after finding Ava to get her clothes off.
Patient, yep. Sort of how I’d been letting Caspian determine the speed of things between us.
But you know, the patience well had gone dry. Happened the moment I came back from flying around our new home to see him preparing paella inournew kitchen. His hair was tied up in a bun, the long line of his neck on display. He had a soft tilt to his lips as the smells of spices and seafood filled the kitchen—ourkitchen.Ourhouse that he and Brandon had bought in the goddamn mountains overhanging a cliff.
They could have made a home anywhere and they did it here, in the mountains I loved with the sky right outside.
It was hard to manage restraint when he gave me my own specially prepared full fruit meal. I swear, this bastard was looking to fuck me. I nearly grabbed his wrist and forced him on top of me before anyone got the chance to eat.
But no, no. I was civilized. Sort of. Okay, barely. I stared him down as we ate, to the point he thought I was pissed off and glared right back—his lip peeling back from his teeth in his typical haughty, pissed-off expression. It was fun knowing I had fucked that mouth.
He had to know what he was doing to me. Then again, the boy was skittish. Best way to cure that? Make him face his fears. I chuckled at my own thought and swung my boots up on the table after eating, crossing my legs at the ankle as I fished out a cigarette and matches.
I struck the box and the scent of sulfur hit fast and short. My head tilted as I lit the cigarette and flicked my wrist, extinguishing the match.
“Not in the brand new house,” Caspian snapped. I rolled my eyes and took it outside, leaning against the railing and watching as they all cleaned up after dinner. They couldn’t see me out here in the dark, not with all those warm lights on.
Makwa slunk away first. As he went he looked out at me, smiling. Ah shit, forgot he could see even in total darkness. Then again, what did I care if he knew I was out here staring at them all like a peeping tom? Hell, Iwasa peeping tom.
Brandon trailed off next, swiftly going down the stairs to the massive recording studio on the bottom floor. Ever since he started playing again, not a day went by he didn’t practice. The man was committed to what he did in a way rarely seen.
It frequently pissed Brandon off that Caspian had to be goaded into practice. That usually resulted in fights but honestly, if it wasn’t that it would be something else. The two got off on it… quite literally. I wasn’t sure what exactly the lengths of their relationship were but I knew it’d changed ever since the mate mark.
I could smell it on them sometimes. Their scents lingered on each other in a way that spoke more of wrestling than punching.
I stubbed out the cigarette and went inside.
“Bedrooms,” I signed to Caspian and Ava, looking around like I was trying to find them.
“Yeah, this way,” Caspian said, moving towards the stairs to the top floor.
“Tired?” Ava asked as Caspian climbed the stairs ahead of us.
“No,” I signed, spreading my face in a smile. She gave a short laugh. Caspian turned around and eyed us but no one spilled the beans. When he turned back around, guiding us down a hall I started signing to Ava, making it clear what my intentions were. She smirked conspiringly.
“It was hard knowing how to set up the bedrooms,” Caspian said, opening up a door to a massive room with a massive bed. “This is the master but everyone has their own room too. I’m guessing we’ll mostly all end up here but let me show you yours.” He went to leave the room and I blocked it, filling the doorway up entirely as I glared down at him. He glared back.
“You’ve been off since dinner. Care to share what your fucking issue is?”
“Oh, I’d be delighted to share,” I said telepathically. Ava trailed over to the bed and sat on the edge. Her hands spread out to feel the blanket, a small smile on her face. She loved this place. I loved this place too. It was perfect. I planned to thank Caspian for putting it together and I’d be using my body for that.
A smile spread over my face and I stepped into the room, closer to Cas. He looked up at me questionably. I smiled wider and pointed to the bed where Ava was removing her clothes and crawling up into the middle of the mattress.
Caspian didn’t need any more incentive than that. He walked over to her, leaving his clothes in a trail as he went. I watched his ass flex as he climbed on the bed after her. His long arms made him appear like a deathly cat as he stalked toward her on all fours.
I stayed my place and watched as he fell between her legs, trailing kisses in a jagged line up her body, nipping at her skin as he went. She giggled and moaned, her legs dropping further apart as he began kissing her neck. Ava waved for me, making it clear she wanted me with them immediately.
The Mothman abides so I stripped down and joined them, my long, dark cock already painfully ready. I approached from behind, standing on my knees behind Caspian, looking at some of my favorite people in the world grinding and panting against one another. I stood behind Caspian a moment, my hands itching to grab his hips before sliding down to spread his ass.
I flopped on the bed beside them instead. Ava grabbed his cock, brushing her hand up and down the suckers. Caspian turned and looked at me as his mouth popped open and a staggered breath came out. His eyes were narrowed in pleasure.
I leaned in and brushed my face against him. His hand dove into the fur at the back of my head, giving a light tug as he gasped in my ear. My hand slid down his back, following the trail of his spine to the dimples above his ass.
We’d had enough blurred-line three ways that this was nothing new to him. Tonight the lines wouldn’t be blurry anymore, they’d be erased. After lubing my fingers, I trailed them lower, following the crease of his ass until the pad of my finger circled his hole.
The grip on the back of my head grew tighter. He sucked in a breath and tensed, his ass cheeks threatening to break off my finger.
“If you aren’t opposed, relax,” I told him.
