Hyacinth, Scarlet - Craving Owen [Tides of Love 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove) (31 page)

As if sensing his doubt, Owen cracked his eyes open. “Claim me,” he croaked out. “Fuck me. I want you to.”

Even if the human’s voice sounded low and husky from his cries, the certainty in it could not be denied. In that moment, Hash realized he’d been wrong to hesitate. Owen was their mate, made for them. It would all work out, because Owen simply fit in his life, in his arms, in his soul.

Hastily, Hash took his clothes off as Sassaki did the same. Yane tossed him a bottle of oil, and, with trembling hands, Hash lubed up. Owen had been well stretched and prepared by Yane and Kyllian, insofar as someone could be prepared for what they had in mind. Still, Hash kept the oil close, just in case it was needed. He helped Owen straddle him and positioned his dick at his mate’s opening. At the same time, Sassaki echoed his motions behind Owen. They sat mirroring each other, sandwiching their mate between their bodies.

Meeting Sassaki’s eyes, Hash slowly pushed inside Owen. Owen’s body greedily took him in, as if it had been waiting for that very same thing. The human moaned and buried his face in Hash’s shoulder. In turn, Hash held Owen tighter and higher to facilitate Sassaki’s access to their mate’s nether regions.

As Hash pulled out, Sassaki pushed in. This time, Owen let out a choked sound that seemed a cross between a grunt and a whimper. With striking ease, they established a rhythm, and they moved with such fluidity that they never left Owen empty for one single instant.

The pleasure of Owen’s tight body engulfing his dick magnified as the synchronicity of their motions rubbed his prick against Sassaki’s. He’d never actually fucked the wyrm, but now, Hash found that he wanted to. But beyond the pure lust, they were united by something deeper, the bond that tied them to Owen and had somehow reached through and beyond the human, bringing the six of them together against all odds.

Knowing this, acknowledging their connection and how close they’d come to losing it, Hash let go. He released his dragon and pounded into Owen, in, out, in, out, moving with Sassaki in a symphony that seemed to know no end.

But all too soon, the urgency to mate prevailed. His fangs dropped, and Hash ached to sink them into Owen’s flesh. He met Sassaki’s gaze over Owen’s shoulder.
Together,
he thought.
We’re together in this, and we will claim our mate together.

Sassaki saw the same need and arousal in Hash’s eyes he felt within himself. He sensed rather than heard what Hash wanted. His own fangs lowered, and he kissed a spot on Owen’s right shoulder. There he would mark his mate, claiming Owen as his own. Hash echoed his motion, licking his own chosen place on Owen’s left. Their human trembled, his cries a true song of beauty echoing in Sassaki’s ears. “Yes,” Owen said. “Yes, please, claim me.”

At the same time, Sassaki and Hash bit down. A rush of ecstasy coursed through Sassaki, incomparable with anything else he’d felt before. He felt his bond with Owen click into place, as real and true as the very air he breathed, as his shape-shifter nature and the sea that for so long had been both his refuge and his prison. He realized then that everything he’d ever done led up to this moment, the moment when he had his mate in his arms and in his mind. And then, he sensed something different, his and Owen’s life threads entwining with a third one. Hash’s hot, bright energies swept over his skin, and Sassaki embraced it. At a visceral level, he’d somehow known this would happen. It was impossible not to. Fate would not be so cruel as to mate two people with the same man without giving them a similar bond. He only wished he could achieve this connection with Kyllian, Yane, and Alcharr, too. It was the last thought he had before an explosive climax took over him, comparable only to the one other time he’d been with Owen, but so much better because of their bond. His mate tensed in his arms and, with a beautiful cry, came as well, just as Hash followed Sassaki in finding his pleasure.

Both of them licked the wounds on Owen’s neck, reluctant to leave their mate bleeding for even one single instant. Owen collapsed on top of Hash, looking completely spent. But as if to Sassaki’s previous thoughts, their three lovers joined them on the bed. When Hash and Sassaki slipped out of Owen, Alcharr and Yane pulled the human close and Kyllian caressed his face. At one point, they’d gotten rid of their clothing as well and seemed to be asking for permission.

Impossibly, Owen opened his eyes once more and nodded, offering them a wide, happy smile. For a few moments, Yane and Alcharr hesitated, uncertain, but then, Owen supported himself on Kyllian and lifted himself on all fours shakily. “I want this. We all do. Don’t be scared.”

The words seemed to be what Yane and Alcharr needed. They took position in front and behind Owen and pushed inside him, Yane inside Owen’s mouth and Alcharr in his ass. If Sassaki had doubted Owen’s willingness to do this, if the expression on Owen’s face hadn’t been enough to convince him, he’d have been more than reassured by the feelings he experienced through their new bond.

And so, Sassaki watched Alcharr and Yane fuck Owen, completely amazed. Hash crawled to his side, and Sassaki found himself reaching for the dragon’s prick, jacking the other man off slowly. Hash grinned at him, and they kissed lazily, their souls and bodies following everything that went on in the room.

Kyllian watched as Alcharr and Yane fucked the human. Owen had been so amazingly responsive to his touch, more than he’d even expected. Now more than ever, he yearned to be inside Owen as well.

But he was a patient man, and he knew things needed to follow their course. And since Sassaki and Hash had claimed Owen, it was now Alcharr and Yane’s turn to cement their bond, to reassure each other and themselves that they were truly alive and had Owen in their arms.

Alcharr and Yane moved together in smooth perfection, like the longtime lovers they were. Their grunts and groans filled the room, combining with the quiet yet seductive whisper of Sassaki and Hash’s kiss. Kyllian would have very much liked to test out Yane’s ass, to hear the nymph cry out for him, too. Perhaps next time, when they weren’t so exhausted mentally and physically.

Oddly, Kyllian found the simple observing of the scene more than satisfying. Well, it wasn’t all that odd, really. The three men were beautiful together, and the sight of Yane and Hash’s pricks moving in and out of Owen should have been declared illegal. It was just too sexy to resist. Hash and Sassaki joined him, taking in the sight of the three fucking men. Under his very eyes, he saw twin tattoos appear on Owen’s neck where Sassaki and Hash had bitten the human.

Kyllian sensed the magic, and with every motion of Alcharr and Yane’s hips, it seemed to gather more and more, echoing inside him. It didn’t surprise him when Alcharr and Yane came with guttural groans, then grabbed Owen and bit down on his skin. Hash and Sassaki did, however, look shocked. Kyllian supposed that made sense, since shape-shifters were, as a rule, the only ones who ever mated. It seemed that in their case, they would make their own rules.

Without waiting for a second longer, Kyllian snatched Owen and buried his cock inside the human. Owen trembled and moaned in his unique way, and Kyllian could tell the human was mere seconds away from coming. “Wait until I tell you to, little human,” he told his lover. “Do you understand?”

Owen just nodded, but Kyllian let it slide. He could not possibly expect Owen to be coherent after the fucking he’d received. At last, Kyllian allowed himself to release his desire and let his barriers fall. With abandon, he pushed in and out of Owen while the human met him thrust for thrust.

Energy sizzled over his skin, intense, wild, and untamed. His element responded to Owen’s proximity, caressing the human with a gentleness that surprised Kyllian himself. It fit, he realized. It fit, because Owen was the one who’d made this affection possible. Without Owen, Kyllian might have never realized what he was missing. He might have been celebrating the destruction of the crystal alone, buried in a solitude of his own making.

His former life was over now, and as Kyllian took his lover, he could see another fate for them, writing itself at that very moment. Owen’s fate, his own, Yane’s, Hash’s, Sassaki’s, and Alcharr’s, forever bound together.

The carnal pleasure of Owen’s tight passage squeezing his cock and the emotional fulfillment in his heart finally broke the last of his defenses. “Come, my human,” he whispered. “Come with me.”

And, as always, Owen obeyed, splashing Kyllian’s chest with pearly-white essence. Following his impulse and his instinct, Kyllian bit down on Owen’s neck, just a little lower from the snakelike tattoo marking Owen as Sassaki’s mate. In that instant, he sensed an amazing connection snap into place, flowing through him and Owen, binding him together not only with his human but also with his four other lovers.

Thrusting one more time inside Owen’s tight body, Kyllian came stronger than he had his entire life. The pleasure felt so intense Kyllian actually lost control of his powers. A gust of wind swept through the room, sending the furniture flying around. It was only his lifetime of discipline that gave him the ability to recover in time and put the items back in place.

Exhausted, he slipped out of Owen and collapsed on the bed, holding Owen tight. His four lovers joined them, none of them saying a word. It wasn’t necessary. Personally, Kyllian couldn’t have spoken if he wanted to. He was too drained and very much enjoying it. Thankfully, they didn’t have to move to get cleaned up since Yane summoned his element and used the water to wipe them down. And as his lovers fell into slumber together, Kyllian smiled to himself. As unusual as their relationship might be, they could make it work if they stuck together.

Epilogue

Alcharr waited on the terrace of the dryad palace, scanning the gardens beneath. It was difficult to believe how much had happened in the past month. He’d managed to complete his relationship with the man he’d loved in secret for the past years and meet four others and fall head over heels for them. As if that weren’t enough, in the process, he’d managed to become involved in a very troublesome diplomatic situation between three races.

Of course, if he wanted to be honest, he’d have been forced into these discussions indifferently of his relationship with Yane and Sassaki simply because he was an eagle. But as it was, he had a vested interest for all sides through his loyalty to his own nation and his mates.

Thankfully, it seemed that the wyrms, the dryads, and the eagles agreed to a reluctant peace, at least for the moment. It had taken a lot of compromising and a fair intervention from Kani’s part to convince Dassan of the necessity of this ceasefire, but Alcharr could honestly say they’d succeeded. They still couldn’t figure out how news of the crystal reached the wyrms in the first place, but Kyllian was investigating it. On a more personal level, Alcharr felt quite satisfied his father recovered nicely from the necromantic crystal’s spell.

However, there was one thing that still concerned him, or rather one person. Alcharr sighed as he caught sight of his sibling in the gardens. Unsurprisingly, Dorien accompanied Valderr, but they were a fair distance from each other. The dryad had ceased trying to hide his interest from Valderr, and in the circumstances, Queen Tarah had been happy to accept it, especially since Ciera didn’t seem to mind. But out of all of them, Valderr himself was the one who refused to consider a relationship, even if, as Alcharr knew all too well, he wanted to. Valderr still remained so fragile, so close to breaking. For crying out loud, Alcharr still kept the secret of their father’s involvement in the kidnapping, too afraid what it would do to his sibling.

Behind the two men, Sandros and Lyole walked together. The two had become close since the battle and had taken to watching Valderr and Dorien. It only complicated the situation, and Alcharr didn’t know if he should interfere or not. After the trauma he’d suffered, Valderr might not be ready for a relationship, and if Sandros and Lyole were interested, too…well, anything was possible.

Slender arms wrapped around his torso, and Alcharr felt better at his lover’s touch. “I know it hurts,” Owen whispered, “but Valderr is a strong man. He will beat this, and we will help him through it.”

Kyllian, Yane, Sassaki, and Hash made their appearance as well. Alcharr almost laughed, knowing they’d all sensed his anxiety. Instead, he felt touched by their concern. “Thank you,” he said. “You’re all family now, and Valderr is going to need all the help he can get.”

Before anyone could answer, a thick heat filled the air, and a strange energy seemed to surround them. It was familiar, but it didn’t come from Kyllian. Alcharr frowned and spread his wings, intending to go after his brother.

He didn’t get the chance. The already-cloudy sky that had only just started to clear from the lingering traces of the crystal’s destruction went dark, and wild lightning bolts pooled together in a huge hurricane, forming a sweeping force of light that rushed over the gardens.