Earning Their Mate's Trust [Half-Demon Mates 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) Read online

  Another gasp escaped his full red lips. He couldn’t wait to hear that sound in bed as they drove into him. Their intense scrutiny left the man unbalanced. He read the desire and need in his expressive eyes, but nothing else. The black void he sensed earlier had come from him. It was so much stronger than the hunters’ blocks. Maybe the two mixed and that kept him from feeling anything while standing outside, and inside he was too close to the source to find a way around it. Damon couldn’t read people. That’s why he used his powers to sense the energy surrounding and filling a person. He could probe and read minds, but every time he did that, Damon felt like he was cheating on Michael. It was just too personal and the only mind he wanted to connect to was his mate’s mind.

  “Do you want to do something later? We can meet up and talk.” Michael gave the waiter a flirtatious smile that looked lecherous and illegal.

  Damon shook his head. “Don’t mind him.” He used his silkiest voice to help calm the other man, but the sound only made him tense.

  “What’s your name?” Michael asked.

  “Jessie.” The waiter’s eyes widened, not sure if he should’ve answered the question.

  His eyes moved from Michael to Damon and then back again. He repeated the action for a few seconds.

  “That’s a nice name,” Michael purred.

  “I’m Damon.” He pointed to Michael. “And that’s Michael.”

  Jessie nodded. He nibbled on his lip.

  “Can I get you something?” He stuttered. “I won’t charge for the coffee.”

  “The coffee’s perfect. Make sure to put it on our bill,” Michael said, caressing the waiter with a tone that promised a lot more.

  “But you didn’t order it.”

  “Get us two of your favorite dishes.”

  Damon nearly rolled his eyes at his mate. In the span of five minutes, he went from demanding to see proof of health inspections to ordering meals.

  “My favorite dishes?” Jessie questioned.

  Michael nodded. “We want to eat the food you like.”

  Jessie leaned closer. “I wouldn’t eat here,” he whispered as his eyes darted around, afraid someone might hear him.

  Damon moved in. “Then the coffee will be it. No need risking food poisoning.”

  Michael glared at him.

  Jessie nodded and smiled. He turned and his eyes met the hunters. He stood frozen.

  Damon’s hand landed on his shoulder. “Is everything okay?”

  Jessie stared at them with wide, frightened eyes.

  “Are they your friends?” Michael asked, but the other man wasn’t listening.

  It took a few seconds before he refocused on them. “I have to get back to work.” He gave both of them a nervous smile before moving back down the counter.

  “He’s our mate,” Michael said.

  Damon nodded. They both turned their attention to the hunters eyeing Jessie.

  “What do you think they want?”

  “I don’t know. I can’t sense anything from Jessie. He can block my powers,” Damon said.

  “He smells human. What do you mean by block?”

  “When you startled him, the shields that blocks him cracked. He’s strong.”

  Michael glared at the hunters. “Those fanatics kill and destroy nonhumans. Why Jessie? There has to be more to it than someone that can block his energy from being read.”

  Damon agreed. Hunters were the government’s answer to keeping the nonhuman population in line. It didn’t matter that the government created people in laboratories. It was okay for science to manipulate the genetic makeup of humans to purge feelings and weaknesses to create perfect soldiers to keep the world pure, but their kind couldn’t live in that world. Strange how they were viewed as unnatural when they were born, while hunters grew in Petri dishes in high-tech labs.

  Damon looked at Michael and his mate nodded. They would’ve stopped the hunters from killing and protected the potential victim, but knowing the man they protected was their other mate made the situation more urgent. Both of them tensed their muscles and planned the end of this band of hunters.

  * * * *

  Today wasn’t Jessie’s day. First his alarm didn’t ring. With his landlord out of town and not home shuffling and banging things, he slept until noon, which made him thirty minutes late for his shift. He cringed thinking about the dreams that plagued him all night long. Jessie took in a deep breath. If he thought about those dreams now his cock would harden, a state inappropriate for work.

  Next on the bad-day list was the group of men dressed in black that screamed sinister and dangerous, walking through the door and sitting in his section. Their glares sent shivers down his spine. No matter how he looked at it, they weren’t normal.

  Sarah took pity on him and switched sections, so that left him the counter and less tips. That didn’t stop the glares. Maybe they were hungry and that was their way of demanding food. He liked to give people the benefit of the doubt, but if anything, their focus turned colder and held an eerie intensity like he was on trial for murdering their close friend.

  Hate, that was what he felt. He avoided strong emotions because they overpowered his senses. If someone started to cry, then so did he. If someone got angry, he’d be cursing alongside him. Being different was bad, so he kept those things a secret. Besides, being empathetic to someone didn’t make him that strange. It’s not like he could fly or do something cool. Nope. He cried when others cried.

  Were these men dangerous? That he couldn’t answer. Usually, his dreams told him when he needed to pick up and leave. He often moved, using his inheritance to survive. He worked when he could. The money his parents left him wouldn’t last forever, so he tried not to spend it. Lately, he didn’t dream of danger. He groaned. These days he woke up with a stiff cock. On unlucky days, he woke up to sticky underwear.

  While embarrassing, it kept him from dreaming of danger. These days two men, dangerous in a different sort of way, stripped him and played with his naked body. They touched and caressed every inch of skin, leaving him hard and needy. For the last month, the sinfully sexy images invaded his sleep.

  The dreams were a tease. Maybe it was revenge for never putting out. After hours of touching and no penetration, he woke with a stiff cock. Maybe he couldn’t dream of sex when he didn’t know the feeling of being filled and embraced. The closest he came to penetration was a dildo, and that didn’t count as hard, sweaty sex. Hell, he didn’t know what it felt like to be really kissed, but dreams supplied him with that information.

  “Those guys are weird,” Sarah said. “Only one talks at a time. They seem more robotic than human. Do you know them?” she asked.

  He stared at her with wide eyes. “Why would you ask that?” Jessie didn’t hang around with the dangerous crowd. He didn’t hang out with anyone.

  “They asked about you.”

  “Me?” That didn’t make sense. Yes, they had a staring problem, but to ask about him? He shivered, still hoping for the best.

  Sarah nodded.

  “Did you tell them anything?” His heart thumped. Blood filled his ears, making it hard to hear.

  She rolled her eyes. “As if.” She huffed at him for suggesting something that ludicrous.

  The bell rang. Two large men walked in and moved to the counter. Sarah licked her lips and Jessie turned to get a better look, but only managed to see two tight asses encased in form-fitting jeans. The material clung to delicious, powerful thighs. One man was slightly taller, while the other man’s muscles bulged. They were both powerful and commanding. He fidgeted, trying to will his stiffening shaft from becoming rock hard, cursing the never-ending horniness. The erotic dreams that plagued his nights and fed his desire didn’t leave when the sun rose. He fantasized and relived the dreams during the day. A part of him worried that he was becoming slutty. After all, who lusted after two men? He could deny it all he wanted, but if those two men walked into his life, he’d drop his pants in a heartbeat and welcome their touch.<
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  “Go get them coffee. Two gorgeous guys will take your mind off the creepy group hiding in the corner. Go on.” She shooed him along.

  The words “two gorgeous guys” left him blushing. She’d come so close to the truth. He took a deep breath. While he never hid his sexual preference, he didn’t broadcasted it either. The palms of his hands were sweaty. He dried one on his pant leg then moved the coffee pot to his other hand and dried the other sweaty palm. He tried to look cool as he walked toward the two sexy customers.

  With a free hand he grabbed two cups and placed them in front of the men and poured the coffee.

  “We don’t want that,” a harsh voice reprimanded.

  He lifted his head and gasped, unable to look away. The man’s warm brown eyes studied him. Jessie licked his dry lips. Suddenly his pants became tighter. He recognized this man from his dreams. He swallowed, staring at the facial hair, remembering the feel of it against his skin. Somehow he knew the man was real, but meeting him still sucked the air from his lungs. He turned his head. His dream lover never appeared alone. He hoped the stranger sitting next to him was only a stranger. No such luck. He couldn’t forget the dark, wild hair and the dangerous smirk. Jessie backed up. He should’ve known. His dreams were never dreams. They always came true. He looked all around. Someday soon, he’d be in bed with these two men.

  No, his mind screamed. He didn’t sleep with men. Hell, he’d never slept with a man. There’s no way he’d hop into bed with two. While his mind objected, his body responded.

  “I’m sorry. Just very nervous today.” And getting worse by the minute, his mind taunted.

  “Are you all right?” A large hand that could snap him in half caressed his wrist in a loving gesture that didn’t help his other problem. He shifted uncomfortably.

  “You shouldn’t do that.” Finally, he found his voice as warm brown eyes bore into his soul with an intensity that forced him to look away. He turned toward the other man. An image of Jessie lying naked on blue silk sheets invaded his thoughts. The dark-haired stranger undressed him with sexy ice-blue eyes, slowly peeling off one layer of clothes at a time.

  “Do you want to do something later? We can meet up and talk,” the other man said.

  Jessie froze at the invitation. The moment he was alone with the two men, he’d end up flat on his back, naked with legs spread apart.

  “Don’t mind him.” A silky voice said. Jessie quivered at the sound.

  “What’s your name?” The man with brown, wavy hair asked. His warm, chocolate eyes tried to comfort him, but he felt like the ball in a racquetball game, bouncing between two powerful players.

  “Jessie.” His eyes widened. The name slipped out before he could stop it, or at least that’s what he told himself. He stared at the godly strangers, unable to pull his gaze away, images of the three of them naked in bed kept flashing into his mind. Feather touches moved across his skin. A fire burned inside. He tried to step back, but he couldn’t move.

  “That’s a nice name,” the wavy-haired man said in a seductive tone that left his knees weak.

  “I’m Damon,” the other man said.

  Jessie looked at Damon. The commanding presence almost had Jessie begging for him to take charge of his body.

  “And this is Michael,” Damon added.

  Jessie nodded. He nibbled on his lip and looked at Michael.

  “Can I get you something?” Jessie stuttered. “I won’t charge for the coffee.”

  “The coffee’s perfect. Make sure to put it on our bill,” Michael purred with a voice that should’ve been illegal.

  “But you didn’t order it,” he countered, unable to just stand there and fall under their spell.

  “Get us two of your favorite dishes,” Michael added.

  “My favorite dishes?” Jessie questioned.

  Michael nodded. “We want to eat the food you like.”

  His eyes opened in horror. He leaned closer. “I wouldn’t eat here,” he whispered. He looked over his shoulder in case his boss snuck up behind him. If he was overheard, that meant instant firing, but he couldn’t let these men get sick. The health inspection sticker on the wall was a forgery, roaches lived in the cabinets, and the food was moldy.

  Damon leaned closer. “Then the coffee will be it. No need risking food poisoning.”

  Michael glared at his companion. Jessie felt a pang of hurt that these two men shared things that didn’t include him. He forced a smile and nodded. When he turned, the group in the corner continued to stare at him. He froze at their menacing gaze.

  A warm comforting hand landed on his hand. He looked into Damon’s eyes.

  “Is everything okay?”

  Jessie forced the oxygen in and out of his lungs. Damon was talking to him, but he was focused on the evil in the corner and couldn’t hear the words.

  “I have to get back to work.” They looked at him with concern, so he forced a smile before hurrying away.

  Sarah placed a hand on his shoulder. “Is everything okay?” she asked. Her tone a little too motherly and something she used on her four-year-old son, but coming from a woman five years older than him, made him feel pathetic.

  He smiled. “Fine, everything’s fine. Nope, no problem. I’m great.” He was babbling. Hopefully, she didn’t notice.

  She stared at Damon and Michael. “So which one do you like?”

  “Excuse me?” he asked, hoping he heard her wrong.

  “Which man do you want to fuck?”

  This was the first time he’d heard her use crude language. Maybe that’s why he didn’t stop the words before he said them. “Both. I want them both” he admitted out loud for the first time. He gasped at his honesty.

  She laughed and slapped his shoulder. “That’s ambitious. I’d start with one then move to the other. Otherwise, you won’t be able to walk the next day.”

  “Of course,” he forced the laugh that would turn his comment into a joke. His dreams already told him the truth. He’d take them both on at the same time, relishing each touch and begging and pleading for more. He scratched his head and looked back at the men dressed in black. For the first time that afternoon, he wondered if he’d live long enough to enjoy sex with the two strangers.

  Chapter Two

  Gentle hands rubbed down his back. Jessie opened his eyes to darkness, but he wasn’t afraid. The dark frightened him, hiding monsters and evil, but this time there was no fear because strength filled the room with power that promised to protect him.

  Large hands soothed and caressed his body, leaving no part untouched. His skin tingled with anticipation. Silk moved beneath him, rubbing against his back and ass. Each touch brought him closer to ecstasy, and when he thought he’d reach the end, hands calmed his body and started stroking him again.

  Jessie bit his bottom lip to keep the moans from escaping. He grabbed the sheets and grasped them tightly between his fingers. Then a sharp pinch squeezed sensitive nipples. He sat up and hissed. A husky laugh filled the room. He looked around and met Michael’s glowing yellow eyes. He blinked. They were primal, promising hard rutting like animals in the woods. He shivered and felt the approval between his legs, but he remembered warm, chocolate-brown eyes. Before he could ask, more hands pulled him toward the head of the bed.

  He grabbed onto Michael’s strong muscular shoulders and then wrapped his arms around the other man’s neck, but Michael glided him back. He looked behind him. Fire burned in Damon’s ice-blue eyes, promising an unforgettable night that he couldn’t imagine with his lack of experience. He whimpered and craved their bodies. They were the masters and he was an eager student ready to be taught. How long could he last when every touch sent shivers down his spine?

  They positioned him between Damon’s thighs. The large, wet evidence of Damon’s desire pressed into the crease of his ass. Both men leaned forward, placing kisses to his neck. Damon attacked his right while Michael savored his left. He tried to reach for his aching shaft, but Damon grabbed one hand and Mi
chael grabbed the other. He needed friction, so his thighs squeezed together, but Damon slipped underneath him with his legs and spread him with powerful thighs. Michael nodded in approval as yellow eyes examined every naked inch.

  Jessie moaned. If this continued, he wouldn’t last much longer. Did men die from such need? Michael pulled back and then licked his lips. Jessie wanted to cover his aching need with his hands, but he couldn’t move. His face reddened with embarrassment. No one had ever scrutinized and studied his body. The desire was easily read, and his smaller and less muscular body didn’t disappoint Michael. Instead, the other man looked ready to devour him. His lips moved downward, and the rough hair of his beard rubbed against sensitive skin. Jessie bit down on his lip, ready to feel Michael’s mouth wrap around his cock. He craved the warm, moist cavern, but Michael placed sweet tender kisses down his inner thigh, avoiding the area that needed the most attention.

  “No,” Jessie cried.

  Damon whispered in his ear. “Do you want your cock sucked?” The question sent a shiver down his spine. Damon moved his hips, pushing Jessie’s hips up. Damon’s hardness rubbed against his backside. “Or maybe you want my cock buried deep inside. Is that what you crave? My cock spreading and filling you?”

  Jessie shook his head in denial. The kisses continued down his leg, leaving a hot trail to his ankle. Then Michael’s fingers wrapped around both ankles and pulled his legs open, exposing him even more. Jessie threw his head back into Damon’s chest. Fingers pinched at his nipples. He turned back to his attackers, meeting Michael and Damon’s hungry eyes.

  Jessie bit down on his lower lip, trying to stop the begging and pleading, but his senses were on overload.

  “Damon, you have it all wrong,” Michael purred. Jessie looked down as the other man rested between his legs, licking and sucking his toes before pulling away. “He wants to suck my cock.” To illustrate the point, Michael sat on his knees and rubbed a hand up and down his long, thick shaft. The organ curved upward as the tip oozed pre-cum. Jessie licked his lips and focused on the hand moving up and down, wondering how much he could take into his mouth. The whole thing wouldn’t fit, but he still wanted it all.