Page 56 of Accidental Blood Lust
I can’t speak at this point, my throat tight from holding back my primal desires. Instead I rub against them both, our cocks notching perfectly together as the three of us grind in a tangled heap. Loch moans, and when I open my eyes to look at him. His are glowing red, his fangs on full display, and I desperately want him to bite me, to feed, to let me nurture him.
“Stunning,” I manage.
“He is,” Jareth agrees. “Even more than he was.”
“I know.” I steal a quick kiss from Jareth, and then my attention is stolen by Lochlan’s hand wrapping around my cock.
“Someday, you’re gonna fuck me with this thing,” he whispers, nipping my earlobe, drawing a bit of blood. “And you’re gonna fuck Jare. It’s gonna be so hot. We’ll be yours for good then. Forever.”
My wolf surges forward, growling possessively, and then my orgasm hits, and I howl, shaking the walls of my apartment. My cock throbs as my cum spills out like a dam overflowing.
Lochlan whimpers and then his cum splatters across my torso, hot and scented like… fuck, I don’t even know how to describe it, but I gotta taste it.
I run my fingers through it then suck them into my mouth, moaning at the flavor. My eyes sting with emotion.
“Want some,” Jareth says, dragging his tongue along Loch’s belly. “Oh gods, he tastes amazing. Even better than before.”
I nod, gripping Jareth’s chin and kissing him hard to taste Loch on his tongue.
“Wait,” Loch says, scooping up some of my cum and feeding it to Jareth. My cock twitches with interest, my knot threatening to explode as I watch the two of them share my release.
“Fuck, Rome,” Jareth moans. “You taste like…” He shakes his head. “A word I don’t know.”
“Like mate,” Loch offers. “Like home.” His eyes meet mine. “Like forever.”
JARETH
Forever?
It’s not possible for me, but it is for them. I’ll be sad when I start to get old and know my time in this realm is ending, but at least I know they’ll still have each other. Maybe there’s another way though. Some magic that could keep me around longer. I have to try, because now that I know what the three of us couldhave, I can’t just let nature take its course. I’ve never wanted to live forever before, but now I can’t think of anything I want more.
The three of us lie tangled together, sticky and spent, and it’s the happiest I’ve ever been. I thought I’d lost Loch and would never have Roman, then I thought I’d have to choose, and finally, I feared I would have to walk away and watch them be happy together.
But there’s no way that what I just experienced was simply sex. I don’t know what a fated mate connection feels like, but I know what we just did was deeper than anything I’ve ever felt, even with me and Loch before.
The urge to tell Loch about my past rears up, and despite me trying to push it down, to just enjoy the afterglow, the feeling is persistent. Maybe there can’t be a future until the past is finally laid to rest.
“I was a teenager when it happened.”
“Oh,” Lochlan murmurs in surprise, lifting his head slightly to look at me.
“I was out in familiar woods where I always went to forage herbs and leaves. It was such a peaceful place, not too far from home, but far enough to feel like a whole other world.”
Roman wraps his hand around mine as he lays his head on my belly and I stroke his hair. Loch’s eyes are fixed on my face.
“It had started to get dark, so I was heading home and got turned around even though I knew those woods like the back of my hand. I wasn’t scared, but I was confused. Out of nowhere, these men dropped from the trees, and I knew right away they weren’t regular men.”
Loch looks scared as his brow creases and his eyes widen.
“They attacked before I even had time to react. I didn’t know how to use my magic back then—I didn’t even know I was a mage. I couldn’t run,” I murmur, my body starting to trembleas the fear I felt that night floods me all over again. “Their teeth tore my flesh and it was pain like nothing I’d ever known to that point.” I touch the scar on my face. “That’s where this came from.”
“Jare,” Loch whispers, wrapping his arms around me while Roman rubs my hand.
“I don’t know why they didn’t kill me, but they were close. They left as quickly as they’d arrived, and I lay on the ground in that forest with no hope of having the strength to get home again or find help. With the last of my will, I started murmuring words I didn’t really know. It was an incantation, I know that now, but I think it was instinctual then. I wasn’t ready to die.”
I look down at Roman. “You tell this part.”
He nods, his brow creased. “I was out running that day with my pack when I caught the scent of human blood, but it was different. I’d never smelled mage blood before that moment, and it called to me. I ran and ran until I found the source, and there, crumpled and nearly dead, was Jareth. Even in that state, he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.”
