Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT
JARETH
I might not have the sense of smell that Roman and Loch both have, but that doesn’t make me immune to the heavy energy in the air this afternoon.
It’s like how you can sometimes feel the approach of a storm in the way the hair stands up on the back of your neck, except it’s not fear or unease that’s been making my skin pebble with goose bumps all day and my magic hum close to the surface, it’s anticipation.
A pair of arms wraps around me from behind, and I’m so keyed up that I startle before laughing at myself and relaxing into the sturdy, familiar body behind me.
Loch slips one hand underneath my shirt to tease his fingertips along the edge of my waistband, raising even more goose bumps on my oversensitive skin and making my cock stiffen in anticipation.
“Is he always like this before the full moon?” Loch asks, his voice thick with lust. He drags his nose along the curve of my neck, inhaling deeply and pulling my body against his so I can feel the hard shape of his arousal pressed against the curve of my ass.
“I don’t know; he never let me anywhere near him on a full moon before.” I shift my weight to teasingly grind against his erection, savoring the electric anticipation that builds with every inch the sun moves across the sky.
“Because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking you if he was around you on the full moon?
” he guesses, slipping his fingers just past the waistband of my pants to the even more sensitive skin below it.
But only an inch—just enough to make me squirm and grip the edge of the sink to keep myself from reaching for my cock.
The sink is full of soapy water and dishes, but I’m sure I was standing here for at least an hour before Loch came over to wrap his arms around me and nuzzle my neck, too distracted by the sight of Roman outside to wash a single dish.
He spent the morning in his wolf form, running around the property and darting in and out of the woods like an overgrown puppy, with his tongue lolling out to one side and a big canine grin on his face.
When he got tired of that, he changed back and started chopping wood.
Naked. Obviously there was no way that a bunch of dirty dishes was ever going to compete with a show like that.
He’s still at it, with a pile of wood stacked taller than him and more logs lined up to be chopped.
At least we’ll stay warm all winter. Probably for several winters, at this rate.
His skin is glistening with sweat that I can see even from all the way across the garden, and his muscles flex and bulge with every swing of the axe.
I nod in response to Loch’s question. Yes, I’m positive that if Roman had ever gotten within five miles of me during the full moon, he would have broken his vow not to fuck me.
“It’s terrible for me to say because I know it’s not what he wanted, but I used to fantasize about it, about something forcing us to be in the same place during the full moon.
A snowstorm or some kind of disaster.” My cock throbs at the memory of the elaborate fantasies I used to weave about spending a full moon with Roman.
“I can’t imagine how hard it must have been for him to stay away when he loves you as much as he does,” Loch murmurs.
I used to resent Roman for it, for resisting me when we both wanted it, but I can see Loch’s point now. It must have cost him so much to keep himself away from me.
“Something tells me that tonight will more than make up for all those full moons we spent aching for each other.” I smile and tilt my head to give Loch a little more space to nibble gently on my neck.
Roman stops swinging the axe and turns to look at us from across the yard.
His hearing is more than good enough for him to have to followed everything we’ve been saying, and I can see the agreement and the intense promise written all over his face.
His cock isn’t fully hard yet, but it’s longer and thicker than usual, swinging between his muscular, hairy thighs as he hitches the axe over his shoulder and rakes the other hand through his sweat-drenched hair.
“I wish you could smell him.” Loch groans and grinds his cock against me again.
“He always smells amazing, like earth and cinnamon and sex, but it’s been getting stronger for the last few days, and today it’s just…
” He makes a horny noise. “He smells so fucking good I wish I could drown in a bathtub full of his sweat.”
Roman smirks and lets out a quiet growl that I’m sure Loch can hear better than I can.
“Fuck,” I sigh, giving in and squeezing the base of my cock through my pants briefly. “How long until the sun sets?”
“One hundred and fifteen minutes.” Roman answers loud enough for me to hear before he turns around and starts swinging the axe again.
Less than two hours, but I’m sure it’s going to be the longest two hours of our lives.
ROMAN
I’m dripping with sweat and my muscles ache from the hours I spent chopping wood and keeping myself distracted all day, but my restlessness only increases as the sun sinks lower and lower.
The burst of energy that comes with the full-moon rut is always intense, but this is on a whole other level.
It’s almost like my wolf or my hormones or, hell, maybe the moon goddess knows that I have a pack now, two mates to spend the night satisfying, and I’m going to need all the stamina I can get.
I finally drop the axe and reach down to absently stroke my rapidly stiffening cock.
It’s almost time.
Instinctively, I tilt my face up to the dusky orange and pink sky and unleash a howl from deep in my chest. When the air in my lungs runs out and the sound fades away, I hear the creak of Jareth’s door opening.
I look over to see them both standing in the open doorway, naked and already as hard as I am.
Even in my human form, I’m more beast than man today, and the sight of my mates completely bare and desperately horny for me fills me with a dizzying amount of satisfaction.
The only thing that could be better would be seeing my mating mark on their skin, but I’ll remedy that soon.
I sniff to catch all the mingling scents of home and pack, and my mates. They smell happy and warm and just as impatient as I feel.
“Is it time?” Jareth asks breathlessly, gripping the doorframe with one hand and Loch’s hand with the other, like he has to physically restrain himself from sprinting across the garden into my arms.
A pleased rumble starts in my throat and I take a step forward. All of my senses are on high alert, every sensation more intense than usual, from the pleasant give of the soft dirt under my bare feet to the warm breeze dancing over my skin.
“Almost,” I say with gravel in my voice.
“I’ve been thinking,” Loch says, glancing at Jareth, then back to me. “I think Jareth should go first.”
My cock spasms and a needy whine builds in my throat at the thought of finally, after so many fucking years, having my beautiful mage beneath me, writhing on my knot, gasping with pleasure as my teeth sink into his skin to mark him.
“You’re his fated mate though,” Jare says.
No part of me is opposed to that either, my wolf pants eagerly and my cock jerks again, drooling a long, glistening string of precum in the fading light that stretches from my heavy, swollen cockhead towards the ground.
Loch cups Jare’s face and kisses him softly, almost jarringly gentle in contrast to the overpowering scent of lust rolling off of all of us and filling the air.
“I know how long you’ve both been waiting for this.” There isn’t an ounce of jealousy or accusation in Loch’s words. “I don’t want you to wait any longer to claim each other the way you’ve always wanted to.”
Jareth moans quietly and grinds himself against Loch, and my whole body vibrates with pleasure watching their cocks pressed between them, dragging against each other with the needy little jerks of their hips.
It doesn’t matter to me who I claim first—they’re both going to be mine forever—but I can see Loch’s logic, and I can feel the intention in our bond.
He never wants Jare to feel like he’s in second place or an afterthought just because of fate.
The sun sinks that last inch behind the horizon and the glow of the full moon, already risen, dances along my bare skin, making the hairs on my arms stand up and filling me with the urge to howl again, so I do.
I let out a long, heartfelt note of thanks to the moon and the goddess and the fates, and anyone else who cares to claim credit for the incredible bounty I’ve been blessed with.
“Come here,” I rasp when I’ve finished, and my mates don’t hesitate. They don’t even bother to worry about the cottage door swinging open behind them as they race into the garden towards me.
I catch them both in my arms and groan with relief at finally having them right here, touching me, their scents filling my nose, their skin soft and warm against mine.
We fall into a messy three-way kiss, our tongues questing and tangling, our hands roaming over any body part they can find, not caring what belongs to who.
It doesn’t matter anyway. Every bit of pleasure and desire and need is shared, echoing between us in an endless loop of muffled moans and frantic touches.
We end up on the ground, in the freshly tilled dirt of the garden. It turns to mud on my damp skin, but it doesn’t matter to me. Sex is better when it’s filthy and primal anyway.
Jareth kneels between us with his back to me and his front pressed up against Lochlan.
I can’t see their cocks rub together from this angle, but I can smell their mingling precum and sweat.
They trade hungry, tongue-heavy kisses, Jareth’s hips jerking and twitching to grind himself between my stiff cock and Loch’s while I bury my face in the crook of his neck from behind and fill my lungs with his scent.