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

  Jessie’s eyes widened. Michael’s hand slid down Jessie’s back.

  “What Damon means is that we would never demand your ass for our help,” Michael said. “Someday you’ll trust us, but for now let’s get cleaned up and find you something to wear. It’s too cold to ride naked on a bike.”

  “Wait. I can’t just leave with you.”

  “Why not?” Michael asked.

  “I need to pack.”

  “No, if other hunters are in town, they’ll be at your place. We’ll buy whatever you need.” Damon wouldn’t budge. It was too dangerous to go back.

  Jessie looked away, but didn’t fight them.

  Damon took pity on the younger man. “The hunters have identified you. They won’t stop until you’re dead.”

  Jessie looked up at him. “Hunters?” he asked.

  “The men that chased you. They track and kill nonhumans. They are vile creatures. Unnatural and created in laboratories.”

  Eyes widened as Jessie clutched his chest. “But I’m human.” He looked at Michael. “You’re a wolf.”

  “Shifter,” Michael corrected.

  Jessie tilted his head. “What does that mean?”

  “It means I can transform into a wolf at will. I don’t need a full moon, but I’m part wolf.”

  “That’s so cool. Do you know me when you’re a wolf?”

  Michael laughed. He rubbed a hand through Jessie’s hair. “My mind is slightly different. I know you and Damon, but there is a difference. As a wolf certain urges are enhanced.”

  Jessie nodded. “I’m more brutal and when I turn human, I want to fuck.”

  Jessie’s cheeks turned a cute shade of pink. Of course Michael left out the part that he liked rough, hard sex that would leave a human sore for days. Still, Damon felt the urge to smile. His mates were filling the silence with words.

  Jessie looked up at him. “Are you a shifter, too?” he asked.

  He wished. “I’m a half-blood, half-demon and half-human.”

  “Demon?” Jessie asked.

  “Demons are always male. They’ve been known to play with women to conceive children. Those children have powers over the earth.”

  Michael opened his eyes wider, silently pushing him to continue, but the rest of the story would wait for another day. Jessie didn’t need to know that half-bloods lacked strong emotions or that they needed two mates, not one.

  “Why are they after me?” Jessie asked.

  “I don’t know,” Michael admitted. “You smell human.”

  “You’re strong mentally. You can block people out.” Damon tried again to read Jessie. He was more open, but still had skill. If he wanted, he could force his mind through, but he’d wait until Jessie opened to him.

  “They’ve come after me before,” Jessie confessed.

  Damon stiffened. “When?” he demanded. Being there for Jessie was their job and he’d already failed.

  “When I was younger my parents hid me. They always told me to run from the dark. I think they meant those people.”

  “You think?” Michael asked.

  Jessie nodded. “Everything inside is telling me that they’re the same people that killed my family. When my instincts are this strong, I’m never wrong.”

  “Do you often draw these types of conclusions from your instincts?” Damon asked, trying to fit the pieces together to form a solid image. Jessie nibbled on his lip, then sighed as if a great weight was lifted from his chest.

  “I know things. Usually, I’ll have dreams telling me to run and where to go, but lately that’s not been happening. I wasn’t sure if I should leave after seeing them in the diner.”

  “You’re not dreaming?” Damon asked.

  “Not exactly.” Jessie’s face reddened. He looked down at his naked body and placed both hands over his cock. Damon found the sudden modesty amusing. There was little left for Jessie to hide.

  “What are you dreaming of now?” Michael asked.

  “Nothing really. Just dumb things.” Jessie stood. “Let’s get dressed.”

  Michael growled.

  Calm down, Damon said through their link. He’s with us now. We’ll find out soon enough. Let him keep a secret or two.

  Michael started to relax, but his muscles were still tensed, clearly not happy with any secrets between them. “We don’t know why they’re after you, so we’ll take you home and keep you safe.”

  “Home?”

  “We have a house in the mountains,” Michael added.

  That got Jessie moving. He limped across the room. Damon helped him to the sink.

  “Keep pressure off that leg,” he ordered.

  Jessie gave him a mock salute, but he leaned on Damon as they walked.

  “My cuts are healed.” Jessie examined the palms of his hands.

  “Michael’s saliva can heal open wounds.”

  Water squirted from the sink, then flowed out in a steady stream. It was cold, but that was expected from an underground well. He focused his energy on the water and it heated.

  “How did you do that?” Jessie asked.

  “My power allows me to control aspects of nature.” He looked at Jessie’s bright innocent eyes. Someday, he’d have to tell him about demons. They controlled people along with the earth. Once demons had been angels, but when they fell they’d given up love and compassion. Half-bloods like him lingered between human emotion and the nothingness of demons.

  Michael stepped closer, resting an arm on his shoulder. His mate knew him so well and offered comfort during darker moments.

  Damon washed Jessie’s stomach and cock, while the smaller man scrubbed at his face and neck. Michael rummaged around for clothes. He pulled out a T-shirt, but their pants weren’t going to work.

  Jessie lifted the bloody pajama bottoms and sighed. “Since I’m not ridding bare bottom down the road on a motorcycle these will have do.”

  Damon hissed as he pictured the scene described.

  Michael licked his lips.

  Jessie glared at them. “The first store we come to, I want new pants.” He reached into the pajama pants pocket and pulled out a wallet. “Seventy-five dollars. That should be enough to buy something to cover my ass.”

  Michael hissed, but Damon wrapped an arm around his waist. “Let him buy pants. We can provide for him later.”

  His mate clearly wanted to give Jessie everything, but the other man hadn’t learned to trust them yet. Michael used their bond. You were right. We should’ve fucked him last night.

  They both watched as Jessie pulled up his pajama bottoms. Damon swallowed. Michael had a point. After getting to know Jessie, it became harder to just sink into him. They wanted him to enjoy and crave their touches.

  “No underwear?” Michael asked, arching up an eyebrow. The heat never left his gaze.

  Jessie’s face turned an interesting shade of red, before a playful smirk formed. “I usually sleep naked. I like the feel of linen against my cock.”

  “Last night you threw on pajama pants?” Damon asked, calling the other man’s bluff.

  Jessie’s green eyes focused on him. “I don’t walk around naked. When I’m in bed, I pull off my pants to rub my cock. Last night, I wasn’t horny.”

  Damon almost laughed. Laugh? He never laughed. He focused on Jessie. The uncertainty told him that Jessie didn’t masturbate until he fell asleep. He wanted to play until the other man confessed everything. “Do you slide fingers into your ass?”

  “Of course not,” Jessie hissed. “Well not all the time,” he amended. “Sometimes, I use a dildo.”

  “You like your back entrance rubbed,” Michael teased. “One hand strokes your cock, while the other sooths your ass.”

  Jessie’s face flushed with anger and embarrassment. “I’m not talking to either of you.” He walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

  Damon and Michael threw on clothes. Michael chuckled and Damon felt his lips arch up.

  “He’s a terrible liar,” Michael said.

>   “But he shouldn’t be lying to us.” Damon felt his hand twitch. “Every time he does, I want to spank his ass.” He wanted to work his hand over Jessie’s backside until he confessed everything.

  Michael licked his lips. “It does feel good to have your hand slapping my ass when you plow into me.”

  It was refreshing to be on the same page. They walked out after Jessie. Damon stared at the younger man’s ass. Someday soon, he’d have him bent over his lap as he turned those cheeky cheeks red.

  Chapter Four

  It took two days to reach Michael and Damon’s cabin. When they said deep in the mountains, they meant deep in the mountains. No roads led to the property. He thought about teasing them about their antisocial tendencies, but the two men were wrapped so tight, Jessie didn’t chance it. They watched the shadows on a mission to keep him safe like at any moment a squirrel would charge from behind a rock. Okay, maybe there were scarier things than a small rodent out there, but the tension made the situation too serious.

  He had questioned them about his place on the journey, but the look they gave him quickly silenced him. He shrugged. If they wanted him to follow along, that was fine for now, but eventually, they’d need to part ways. After all, he wasn’t a part of their relationship. Michael and Damon’s touches still lingered on his skin. His body burned with need and an unquenched desire. If he was going to leave, they couldn’t go any further. Sex would complicate things.

  Complicate things? That was an understatement. It would make leaving impossible. He would want them over and over again.

  He had to admit. The two were amazing. Michael sniffed the air and Damon used the earth to track people. He wasn’t sure how the earth tracked people, but he didn’t ask.

  Sometimes Jessie could feel that people were different. His mother told him that the world was filled with nonhumans, but seeing Michael and Damon made the situation real. Where was the fear? He should be terrified, but instead felt safe, cherished even. Deep down he knew these two men weren’t human before they told him. When did he realize it? In his dreams, the answer came quickly.

  No more. He took a couple of deep breaths and cleared his thoughts. He was tired and needed a hot shower, which made him a little cranky and sulky, but who wouldn’t be? During the two-day trek, they slept outside, peed in the woods, and cooked canned food over an open fire. It was fine the first day, but it rained the second day. He shivered thinking about his fall into a muddy puddle after his sore ankle twisted the wrong way. Thankfully he purchased a change of clothes after they stopped at a store for clothes and food. Not two stores, one store that sold both. Needless to say, the food was dry meat, canned food, and nuts, and the clothes let the cold seep through the thin material and the shoes hurt his feet. The higher they climbed the colder he felt. At least that took his mind off the blisters.

  He shivered, but managed to hide it from the other men. They were both big and meaty, so they didn’t notice temperature change. That was the only way to explain Michael waking bare-chested up the mountain. Jessie trudged after the two men, determined to get to the cabin even if it killed him.

  Soon it would be over, but if Damon and Michael lived like this, he wasn’t sure the mountain cabin would work. If it contained warm running water, he’d give it a try. Lasting a day or two unable to get comfortable was one thing, but he couldn’t get used to it.

  The two men walked the bikes through trees and he followed behind them. His legs were sore from too much walking and his body wasn’t used to prolonged exercise. He tried to hide it, but with two pairs of watchful eyes, it was hard. Walking kept him warm, so he refused to sit on a bike while Michael or Damon pushed it up the hill. They might have been mindful of his aches, pains and weak ankle, but they never bothered with hunger, cold and tiredness. While focused on one thing, they completely missed the other.

  The worst part of the whole situation was they refused to let Jessie help. When he asked to do something, both men told him no. So when it came time to setting up the portable tent, or helping clean up the site, he was instantly told no, not even stopping to think about it. Well, he’d let it slide for now, but if he was going to stay, then he was pulling his own weight outside of the bedroom.

  He bit his lip. His thoughts were all over the place. After an amazing cock-sucking session, he was already imagining more. No, he shook his head. He’d contribute to the home without bending over. Sex wasn’t on the table. Fucking would complicate the relationship too much and if things didn’t work out, Jessie had nowhere to go. What was he thinking? Of course he had to go, but he didn’t want to leave them. No matter how frustrated, he was drawn to Damon and Michael like a moth to flame or a teenage girl to a boy band. Anything more would ruin the relationship. Michael and Damon had each other. What did they need him for? To add a little fun to their bedroom activities. Jessie wasn’t into that. He wanted love.

  Damon placed a hand on Jessie’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

  He shook his head. “Nothing.”

  “Why did you stop moving?”

  The question surprised him. They arrived in a clearing and he stopped.

  “I’m tired,” he confessed. No need to mention the doubt and insecurities. Let Damon focus on that.

  “Well, we’re here.” Damon moved and he saw the mountain cabin.

  Jessie’s eyes nearly popped out of his head in a good way. The worn, rundown cabin he’d expected was a product of an overactive imagination. Now, reality hit him along with a rush of relief as he stared at a nicely built log cabin with a large wraparound porch that held rocking chains and a bench. He took a step forward.

  “Is there electricity?” he asked, not believing his eyes. The roof was covered with large solar panels, but he never hoped for lights, just warm water.

  “The south side is exposed to the sun. The panels collect the rays and batteries store the electricity. In case of an emergency, there’s a backup generator that runs on oil. We have a six-mouth supply, but we try to conserve, not waste. The generator rarely kicks in,” Damon said with pride.

  Jessie nodded. Had he read them all wrong? They liked things like electricity and maybe running water. Before he could ask about warm water Michael pointed to the satellite dish. They had television and the Internet. Jessie shrugged, not really caring about the world, just running water.

  “What about hot water?” He looked for Damon and Michael, but they had gone ahead, pushing the bikes up to the house. He groaned, but then smiled. They were happy to be home.

  “It must snow a lot.” The cold air bit through his thin layer of clothes.

  Damon stared at him and frowned. “You’re cold.”

  Michael reached over and touched his neck. “Freezing.” He grabbed Jessie’s arm and pushed up the shirtsleeve. “With goose bumps.”

  Both men looked angry. “Why didn’t you say something?” Damon said, pulling him up the stairs. “After it warms up, we’ll bring you shopping.”

  Jessie shook his head. “After I get a job, I’ll buy warmer clothes. I need to provide for myself.” They already gave him a home, but he needed to provide for his needs. With the money in the bank, he’d manage and after things settled, he’d think about work.

  The two men exchanged looks. “Jessie, let us take care of you,” Michael said.

  Take care of him? He was thankful for a safe place to stay but he could take care of himself. “I don’t exchange sex for things. I’m not a whore.”

  Rage formed on Michael’s face but before he said something, Damon’s hand rested on the other man’s shoulder.

  “We’re not offing you a home in exchange for sex. We’ve discussed this. We want you here with us. Nothing happens until you’re ready. We promised no penetration.”

  He opened his mouth to ask what would happen if he never let them fuck him, when Damon held his hand and pulled him inside the cabin. “If you’re never ready for our love, we’ll accept that, but you feel it.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. “You be
long with us.”

  There was some truth to that statement, but it had to be lust. They’d just met. He lifted his head and gasped. Okay, maybe this place felt a little like a home, but he couldn’t let that thought stick. It would hurt too much if he had to leave.

  “Welcome home,” Michael said.

  Jessie’s eyes widened. The inside was wall-to-wall wood. Lights filled the space, recessed and track lighting on the ceiling, floor lamps, and desk lamps scattered around the room. On the opposite side of the door a full-sized picture window overlooked a lake. He turned and took in the rest of the room. An impressive stone fireplace filled the center of the living space. An oversized couch with soft pillows, a matching loveseat, and a rustic coffee table surrounded it. He pictured the three of them snuggling on the sofa, playing cards around the coffee table and having sex in front of the flames. No, he reprimanded his imagination. Sex was dangerous. He turned his attention to the rest of the room. A large kitchen rested against the far corner, every part made of wood with the exception of black appliances and black granite countertop. Separating the kitchen from the living space was an island that curved into an L shape. Tucked underneath were three barstools.

  “Does someone else live here?” Jessie asked.

  “No, just the three of us.” Michael walked over to the island. “We’ve been looking for you. This is your home.”

  Before he could question the other man, Damon guided him down the hall.

  “This is the bathroom.” Damon waited until Jessie opened the door.

  A shower, his mind sang. His hand shook as it pushed open the door. The room was huge, with a large tub that could fit the three of them. Then he saw the shower. Was it even a shower? He’d never seen anything like it. It was more like a large room with multiple sprays on three of the shower walls. Did they throw parties in there? He kept the question to himself and continued to study the room. He stopped in front of three sinks. On the wall were three towel racks. He hissed, still unable to believe that these two men were expecting him, waiting for him. He turned to look at them.