Earning Their Mate's Trust [Half-Demon Mates 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) Page 3

  “Is this what you want, Jessie?” Michael purred. “I’ll let you taste it.”

  Jessie forced his head still, not letting it nod up and down.

  Michael leaned closer, moving up his body. “Maybe you want to sink deep into one of us, while the other one thrusts into your welcoming heat.”

  “That sounds amazing,” Damon whispered as he teased his ear. “Do you want to be sandwiched between us? Say what you want and it will happen.”

  “Yes, please,” he cried, no longer able to deny his needs. Both men looked down at him with love and satisfaction. They closed in, ready to feast on his body.

  Jessie sat up, breathing heavily with a cock that cried out for relief. The dreams were going to kill him. Every nerve ending burned and sizzled. He reached down and pressed a hand into his shaft. He shook his head and forced his breathing to even out, willing his cock to calm down. It disobeyed, but he wouldn’t touch it.

  He was becoming a sex deviant, lusting after two men that could kill him with either their hands or their bodies. He shivered picturing Michael’s cock, hoping that largeness was a product of an overactive imagination, but he knew. If he pulled down the other man’s pants, it would be real. Next time, he’d look at Damon’s, but the feel against his back already told him that it, too, was monstrous in size. Next time? He couldn’t believe his thoughts. He was actually thinking of letting his dreams become reality.

  Usually, his dreams turned into reality. He shivered, remembering the intensity. The dreams were changing. Now that he knew the names and faces of his dream lovers, the touches were more intimate. Before the touches lasted for hours, but now they wanted to sink into him and tempted him with sucking cock. Within minutes he begged to be sandwiched between them, piercing one as the other pounded into him.

  The lights in his room flickered, bringing him back to reality. His cock softened as a feeling of dread washed over him. He looked at the clock, but before he could see it, the room turned dark. His heart pounded. The darkness destroyed lives. People died in the darkness. His parents were murdered in the darkness.

  The door downstairs rattled. He heaved air in and out of his lungs. It was probably the landlord, coming home late, but the man said he’d be gone for his niece’s wedding. Change of plans? But that didn’t feel right.

  The house was old and big. Jessie rented the attic bedroom, but he didn’t live alone. If it wasn’t the landlord, maybe a friend stopped by for a drink. His landlord was a popular man. He nodded. That made sense. It never happened before, but it was still possible. Maybe the stranger didn’t know about the wedding. The more he thought about it the more unlikely the scenario. All senses tingled. One world pushed through everything else—danger.

  He huddled into a small ball, rocking back and forth. Teeth chattered in the silence. Then his stomach clenched as glass shattered. Someone entered the house. Someone was downstairs. Someone was coming to get him. He needed to run, but that required standing, moving.

  Memories flashed of a smaller body pressed tightly into a small room hidden underground. He closed his eyes. That was the past. He was an adult. The scared little boy that hid while his parents were murdered had grown up. Even if the monsters returned, he’d survive.

  Jessie stood. He had no choice. Fear wouldn’t cripple him. That meant death. They were looking for him and it was only a matter of time before they found him. Soon they’d be inside his room. He wanted to live. Twenty-one was too young to die.

  The adrenaline flowed. His hand reached for the window but the latch stuck. Then he heard the first squeaky step. His heart stopped for a moment. He forced oxygen in and out of his lungs. Why did he always forget to breathe? The squeaks continued. They were moving up the stairs.

  His actions sped up like someone pressed the fast forward button. The window wouldn’t open, so he needed to break it. He threw his body into it, but it wouldn’t budge. He bent down and reached for the heavy wooden stool. With all his strength he threw it at the glass. It shattered. The noise was too loud. The footsteps pounded up the stairs.

  Jessie didn’t have time to think or question his actions. He looked at his getaway bag across the room. Why didn’t he pick it up before breaking the glass? He was always prepared to run, but when it mattered, he forgot everything. There was no time now. He grabbed the wallet off the table next to the window and shoved it in his pajama pants pocket. Hopefully, the money inside would get him somewhere safe. He then climbed onto the roof. A piece of glass cut into his thigh. His hands bled as glass sliced into flesh, ripping skin. The footsteps were so close. Time was running out. Soon they’d be here.

  Jessie ran along the roof looking for a way down. The moon peaked through heavy clouds, guiding him through the darkness. The slippery surface forced him to kneel down and crawl along the rough shingles. Drops of cold rain hit his skin. A figure stuck his head out the window.

  Jessie’s foot slipped. He slid down and rolled off the side of the house. Fingers grabbed onto the metal gutter, but the blood from the cuts on his palms made his hold slippery. The metal snapped at one end. He fell toward the ground. The scream caught in his throat. Just before he slammed onto the grass, he let go and rolled out of the way of the falling metal.

  “He went out the window,” one of the intruders yelled.

  Jessie didn’t have time to be dazed or afraid. He pushed his legs underneath his body and ran. He reached the street. On the corner was a dark black van. A voice told him to run the other way. Trust your instincts, a voice from the past whispered to him. The woods, his mind screamed. If he could get to the woods, then he could hide within the trees and bushes. The door opened and four figures dressed in black ran after him. The street was dark and silent. The monsters that attacked at night didn’t want attention.

  “Help!” he screamed. “Someone call the police.”

  No one responded, no lights switched on, but his pursuers closed the distance between them, spurred on by his yelling. He turned his head to check their speed when his foot slipped off the sidewalk. His ankle snapped, but he didn’t fall. They were gaining. He tried to move, but a sharp pain pushed up his leg. Even that wouldn’t stop him. He dragged his leg along the ground. The woods were in front of him, but he wasn’t going to make it.

  “Help,” he cried out again.

  The night howled. The pursuers froze. It wasn’t the night, but an animal. Out of the darkness glowing yellow eyes approached. A large black wolf walked from the woods. Jessie froze, no longer knowing which direction he should run.

  The wolf’s sharp teeth glistened in the moonlight, but the men behind him promised a painful death. Before he could decide, a hand grabbed his arm. It pulled him back. He kicked with a leg. A knife was pulled. The metal glinted. It came down toward his chest, but the wolf jumped between them and grabbed the man’s arm. The animal bit down, but the attacker didn’t scream. It was like he couldn’t feel pain.

  Jessie looked at the group of four men. He recognized them from earlier that day. They sat in the corner at the diner, watching him. The other three pulled out guns. Jessie whimpered. It was over. The wolf ripped off the first attacker’s arm. He dropped it to the ground, then positioned his body between him and the group of men. That’s when Jessie knew. If he died, so did the wolf.

  The group of men froze as another shadow exited the woods. He was tall, dark and menacing. It took a moment for Jessie to recognize Damon. He looked so different from the man that played with his body within lust filled dreams. This man commanded death. Jessie swallowed.

  The attackers stood like unmoving statues. The wolf continued to snarl. A cold mist formed close to the ground. It moved past him and engulfed the attackers. They fell to their knees. Their hands clawed at their throats as they gasped for air. Jessie slammed his fist into his mouth to keep from screaming, as their struggles became his struggles. Tears slid down his eyes.

  “Stop it. They’re dying.”

  Damon paused. He looked down at him with blue eyes that
glowed in the darkness. This man was lethal and dangerous, but Jessie’s heart didn’t pound with fear. He basked in the protective presence.

  “They won’t stop until you’re dead. Only their deaths will keep you safe.”

  “Damon, please. Don’t kill anyone.”

  His words weren’t working. The other man ignored him. He whimpered.

  The wolf nuzzled into his leg, offering comfort. Soon the last of his attackers slumped to the ground. Death surrounded him. He shook his head in denial. No, not again. His mind couldn’t process the situation. Everything hurt from his body to his heart. He tried to stand, but the wolf prevented him from moving. He recognized the warm gaze. He reached out and touched the side of the animal’s head.

  “Michael,” he whispered, not sure if he was being ridiculous calling the animal by that name, but he knew this wolf was Michael.

  The wolf transformed back into a man. His eyes turned from golden yellow to warm chocolate. He stood naked and magnificent, but he was too stunned to appreciate the glorious sight. Jessie swallowed. The dream from before flashed in his mind. His curiosity drew his eyes down. They widened and he quickly looked away. The dreams hadn’t exaggerated Michael’s large cock. He swallowed. “Are you going to eat me?” Jessie asked.

  Michael purred. “Yes, we’re going to savor every inch of your delicious body.”

  Jessie shook harder. Michael wasn’t talking about food and he couldn’t deny the attraction. It surged between them, but he wasn’t the type of man that had casual sex. Hell, he didn’t have sex. He looked up at both men, ready to face the truth.

  “I’m not crawling into bed with you just because you helped me.” The conversation didn’t make sense. Dead bodies surrounded them and his thoughts focused on erotic dreams. He really was becoming a sex deviant.

  Damon looked amused. “We’ll never expect you to use your body for our protection. That is freely given.”

  He nodded, trying to focus on the reality. The sadness of death but the relief of being safe pulled at him. Confusion clouded his thoughts.

  “I won’t sleep with you,” Jessie said firmly. “I’m not that type of person.”

  “That type of person?” Michael questioned.

  “A man that sleeps with two men.”

  “Strange. We never offered a threesome. You have a wild imagination,” Michael teased. He licked his lips and added, “I like the way your mind works.”

  “Interesting,” Damon mused. “You’ve been attacked and the only thing you’re focused on is sex.”

  Before he could deny it, they both come toward him. Both of them would sink into him and welcome his advances.

  Damon leaned down and whispered into his ear. “Your body craves our touch. Right now you’re not a man that can handle two cocks at once, but you want to give it a try.” He lightly blew into his ear. “You want both of us.”

  He hissed. He started to push at Damon, when his bloody hand caught his attention. He took a deep breath and pushed strands of hair from his eyes, matting it back with blood. He took a survey of his injuries, using the blood as an excuse to ignore the other two men. The palm of his hand burned. Blood covered the leg of his pajama pants and his ankle ached. His sock-covered feet hurt, but they weren’t bleeding. He wiped his hands on the ruined cotton pants and tried to walk, but stumbled.

  “We need to treat your wounds,” Michael said, grabbing his wrist and steadying his wobbly body. He turned over his hand and examined the wound.

  Before he could protest, Michael lifted him up like a doll. Strong arms held him close as naked skin rubbed against heated flesh.

  “Put me down,” he demanded.

  Michael laughed as he entered the woods. “Your ankle’s twisted.”

  The heat from Michael’s body reminded him of his earlier dreams. “You’re naked. It’s not right that you carry me.”

  “Will you feel better if we’re both naked?” Michael asked.

  “Of course not.” He studied Michael and decided to turn the focus onto the other man. “How do you change like that? From human to wolf?”

  Damon rubbed a hand through Jessie’s hair. “We’ll talk about it later. It’s a long story. We must leave this area.”

  “Where are we going?” he asked.

  “Home, but for now we’re borrowing a house on the edge of town.”

  He rested his head against Michael as Damon led them through the woods. A yawn escaped and the last of his strength drained from his body. They had a lot to talk about, but his mind wasn’t working. Being here with these two felt heavenly. It didn’t matter that they weren’t normal. The same was true of him. His eyes closed and he fell to sleep.

  * * * *

  Michael held Jessie against his chest, relishing the warmth of his body. An evil grin that promised revenge formed on Damon’s face as he glared at Jessie’s blood.

  “Damon,” Michael said, trying to get Damon out of the dark place his mind had slipped into. He couldn’t blame the other man for wanting revenge. Jessie had been hurt.

  They stared at each other before both of their eyes landed on Jessie’s sleeping face. His mate’s soft, light, ash-colored hair stuck to his forehead. Blood matted the strands down. He was smaller and weaker than them, and Michael wondered if Jessie could handle the hot and heavy way he and Damon liked to fuck.

  Damon’s power surged forth, filling the area with a dark cloud. Michael reached through their mating bond and felt the anger lingering below the surface, so unusual within Damon. His mate felt, but never strong emotions like rage. Those feelings belonged to him. Michael never calmed Damon. Damon calmed him. He didn’t know what to do.

  The rage lingered beneath the surface, but he was in control. Holding their third mate calmed him. Jessie buried his nose into Michael’s chest. That’s when he knew what to do. He walked closer to Damon and placed Jessie’s smaller body into his mate’s arms.

  Damon didn’t resist.

  Michael stepped back. The two of them looked perfect. Damon’s cold demeanor softened as Jessie relaxed in Damon’s strong hold.

  “He’s real and needs us. Revenge has to wait.”

  The anger left Damon. “He’s gentle and innocent,” Damon said. “They wanted to kill him.”

  Michael nodded. “We protected him and we’ll make sure no one touches him.”

  Even as they said it, the smell of the other man’s blood lingered in the air, reminding them that they had already failed Jessie.

  “We need to clean him and examine his injuries.”

  They approached the abandoned farm. The place screamed neglect, from the falling down fence to the overgrown weeds and the decrepit house. Now that he thought about it, Jessie’s town held little life. Even the people didn’t smile.

  The lights didn’t work and a layer of dirt covered every surface, but for now it was where they would sleep. Damon laid Jessie on the makeshift bed made from worn fabric and old cushions. Until they got him back home and placed Jessie in their bed, it would have to do. Damon pulled off his shirt, rolled it up and then put it under the smaller man’s neck.

  Damon reached for Jessie’s waistband. The soft cotton pants slid down his mate’s legs, exposing his soft cock nestled in a thatch of brown curls. Blood dripped from a three-inch cut on Jessie’s inner thigh. Damon held up the leg and Michael leaned over and licked the wound, using his healing saliva to stop the bleeding. Next, Michael moved to their mate’s hands. Shifter blood helped him heal faster and allowed his saliva to close flesh wounds. When Jessie bonded to them, Damon’s power would give Jessie immortality. The three of them would walk the earth together.

  Michael moved down Jessie’s leg. The ankle was swollen, but he couldn’t heal it. He looked over at Damon’s hungry eyes. Fire burned within the ice. They both felt the need to claim their mate. It overwhelmed rational thoughts. He, too, wanted to sink deep into the delicious meal laid out in front of them.

  Michael studied the hunger. After shifting, his body needed food
, either protein or Damon’s pure energy consumed during sex. He looked down at the sleeping man. Watching Jessie pushed at his control. His body burned with need. He wanted to own and possess.

  “If we mate with him, his ankle will heal,” Michael said, licking his lips.

  Damon rubbed Michael’s chest. “Not like this. He needs to accept us into his body.”

  Michael needed to touch, but Damon made sense. This wasn’t the way to claim a new mate. He leaned in and sucked on Damon’s neck. The hunger demanded to be fed.

  Damon hissed. Michael squeezed the bulge in his mate’s pants. Damon turned and pulled away to cover Jessie’s body. With a covering hiding the tempting sight, he focused on his mate.

  Damon’s eyes pulled him closer. He straddled his mate’s lap, rubbing his cock against hard abs.

  Their lips met and they fought for dominance. Neither one wanted to give in, but then Michael opened himself to Damon’s kiss. His mate’s tongue slid in, and he tasted grass, trees, and a warm breeze, all the power that made Damon strong. The kiss ended and Damon’s fingers pulled on his hair, exposing his throat. Warm lips moved in and sucked on his skin, leaving a trail of fire. Michael’s hand reached down and undid the button on Damon’s pants. The zipper slid easily down.

  Damon pulled Michael’s head away as his hands continued to free Damon’s cock. It twitched in his hand and a mischievous grin formed on Michael’s lips.

  Damon released his hold. Michael kissed his way down Damon’s body until he reached the hard shaft. He licked his lips, his eyes never leaving Damon’s eyes. He leaned down and kissed the tip of Damon’s cock. His mate hissed. Michael opened his mouth and gently sucked on the tip. Then his tongue darted out, further pushing his mate to his limit as it lapped at the slit opening. Damon rubbed a hand through his hair. Fingers wrapped around the strands and pushed his head down. He took more cock into his mouth. The warm shaft slid between his lips, now trapped between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He reached underneath and squeezed Damon’s heavy balls.