My cock, rock hard and ready to bring him off, also demands I give him what he needs, so I pull my hand out, wiping it on the towel before spreading fresh lube on my rod and pushing into him with almost no resistance. He rumbles with pleasure as I sink in, shooting off like he hasn’t come in weeks instead of days. I jack his cock through his orgasm, smiling because I’m pleased with myself for getting him so close to the edge he couldn’t stop.
I glance over to Gael and watch as Phin’s release visibly helps him look less ragged. He’s beautiful no matter how much energy he’s consumed from us, but when he’s at his peak health, he’s blindingly?—
Phin gasps and squirms, shuddering and whimpering as I continue to jack his overstimulated cock. I pull myself out of the reverie that staring at Gael sometimes puts me into and slowly release my mate’s dick with an apologetic half smile. I grab his legs, pushing his knees into his furry chest as I withdraw my cock and slam it back into him.
Phin yelps, grabbing the headboard and locking his hands around the bars.
I pause, stilling as I consider whether today is a cuff sort of day or if I should let Phin hold himself. He prefers it when we tie him up, and even though I’m tired and the idea of aftercaremakes my brain want to melt, I still reach up and cuff my lover the way he wants to be. I lick his nipples, and tweak them, slowly pumping in and out of his channel, enjoying the slide into what feels like hot flower petals surrounding my cock.
Phin groans happily, relaxing almost completely. The man deserves everything good I can give him, so I give him what he needs.
Reaching up, I grab him around the neck in a firm grip that reminds him to whom he belongs without choking him. “You are so fucking beautiful, Phineas. You know that I love you, right?”
Phin nods, and I squeeze him just a little harder, reminding him to use his words. “Yes. You love me.”
“Good boy,” I whisper. “Remember that, mate, because I’m about to fuck you like I hate you.” Like I did when I thought I hated him.
The bond between us pings with surprise and a tsunami of lust as I lift myself up, pushing his legs back and wide, and pounding into him like I’m trying to hurt him.
Phineas roars, taut and struggling as I peg his prostate like he didn't just come so hard he probably saw stars. He loses the capacity for words as I hit it over and over, working him hard and giving in to my nature. The tears that spring to his eyes and fall to his cheek cinch the end for me. I grab his cock and work it over until, with a nearly silent scream, he comes again, shooting his orgasm over my hand. The look of him as he goes off sends me over the edge, and with a few jagged thrusts, I release, pushing deep into his ass to plant my seed.
My mind blanks out and the white calm of static takes over for a few seconds before the reboot that brings me back online. I blink down at my mate, heedless of the mess between us as I release his leg and cock, catching myself on his chest and kissing him like he’s the most precious person in the world. He is, ofcourse, along with Gael, and I pour that into our kiss and into the bond as I slowly soften inside him and eventually fall out.
I release Phin’s wrists, rubbing against the lines from where he pulled against the cuffs, fighting post-coital fatigue the whole time. I linger in the kiss for a few minutes before sitting up on my heels and using the towel I grabbed to clean up the mess we made. I take the towel with me to the bathroom, tossing it into the hamper there and grabbing a washcloth. I wash myself up and wet the cloth, returning with it to the bedroom to finish wiping Phin down. Once we’re refreshed, I put Phin between me and Gael and fall asleep with him in my arms.
Tomorrow we’ll feed Gael properly, and then…
I don’t know. Then we have to figure out what our lives look like as species leaders, lovers, and mates.
Three Months Later
Gael
Moving twice in as many months isn’t something I ever want to do again. Fortunately, my favorite house from when I was a kid came up on the market, and it turned out the inside was as awesome as the outside. It’s a Queen Anne style house with two towers, turrets, a wrap-around porch, and gingerbread trim that has always just called to me. The previous owners painted the outside an eclectic mix of cyan and yellow with magenta trim, but the inside is a treasure trove of flamboyance that brings me joy. Every room is painted a different theme, but my favorite is the orange room with wallpaper of naughty looking roots, ginger carpet, and a lemon yellow ceiling. The chandelier in this room is the fanciest one in the house besides the one in the foyer.
As soon as I took the virtual tour of the house, I knew it was the right one for us, and with my trust fund and the sale of Sin’s house and his trust fund, plus some extra from both of our parents, we bought the house outright.
As I relax in the massive papasan I moved into the orange room, I can feel my mates return from their outing to explore one of the hiking trails just outside of town. Sin and I grew up here, and we’re having fun watching Phin explore the area. I would have been out there with them, except the responsibilities that come with being the leader of an entire species of people kept me busy all day. I would still be busy right now if I hadn’t instituted a rule and posted it for everyone in the species—“The species leader works from 8 AM Eastern until 6 PM Eastern. Any inquiries after 6 PM will wait until the following business day.” Of course, I manage emergencies, and as the leader of Clan Laurel, that includes their day-to-day disasters, but mostly, I spent my evenings and weekends with my mates.
They find me as soon as they’ve taken off their shoes, and Phin joins me on the papasan, curling into my body even though he’s so much larger than me. Sin watches him with affection in his eyes, and it alleviates some of the burden of guilt I carry to see him so in love with our mate. For years I thought I’d ruined him, and the echo of that guilt still lingers with me. I’m grateful for him, for his loyalty and his love, and the thought of that brings a smile to my face as I run my fingers through Phin’s short locks.
“Did you enjoy your hike?” I ask them, pleased to have them back with me.
The bond vibrates a little with Phin’s discontent and Sin’s worry about the discontent, but Sin says, “It was a beautiful day for a hike, and we enjoyed ourselves.”
Phin sighs without opening his eyes, and mumbles, “We ended up sitting with the summer camp kids at the picnic tables at the end of the trail and doing an impromptu Q&A.”
Sin folds himself onto the window bench, studying Phin. “It was an enjoyable afternoon even with that. You had a lot of fun playing with the kids in your shifted form.”
Phin nods and the source of Sin’s worry makes itself known as the bond echoes with deep longing from our mate.
“Phineas?” I ask, flexing my fingers in his hair. He needs us to take care of him, but we can’t do that if he’s hiding his desires from us.
“What?” he asks as if he doesn’t understand.
I laugh at his ridiculousness and let my thrall wash over heavily over him. “My love, tell me what you want now.”
Sin nods approvingly, watching our mate with the same intensity he always focused on me before we met our Phin.
