Chapter 17
Seventeen
Hayle
The urge to drag Avalon all over Hamor so everyone could meet my beautiful Soul Tie was almost undeniable. I was staying restrained, because I knew she found it overwhelming, but I loved her so much. I wanted everyone else to have the chance to love her too.
I slept with her curled around just my body for the first time in so long, and while it was nice, I kind of missed the rest of the guys sleeping with us. My beast seemed to rest easier, knowing they were close by to help protect our mate.
Maybe tonight, I’d suggest a sleepover. I knew Avie preferred us all together too. She was currently asleep on my chest, but her face was folded in a frown. Was she having a bad dream?
I couldn’t have that. The way you woke up set the tone for the rest of the day, and I wanted her to wake up with a smile on her face. I mean, eating out her delicious pussy would also be the perfect way to start my day too, so win-win.
Crawling beneath the blankets, I slunk down until I was nose to clit with her delicious core.
Wrapping her thighs around my ears, I flicked my tongue tentatively against her clit.
Just a small hello before I stroked it down her slit in one long swipe.
She tasted like home. I flicked my tongue back to her clit, and she arched toward me.
I didn’t know if she was still asleep, chasing that pleasure in her dreams, but it didn’t matter.
I’d pleasure her on every plane of existence until I was buried in the dirt.
I ate her gently at first, my flicking strokes getting firmer and faster, until I couldn’t help myself and sucked that sweet little bud between my lips.
“Hayle!” she gasped, her hands burrowing under the blankets to find my hair and cling to it.
She was awake now, so that was basically permission to go no holds barred.
My tongue twisted and turned, making her writhe against me, and a totally animalistic satisfaction rolled over me.
I slid my fingers up her now-dripping thighs and pushed them inside her, immediately rewarded by her pulsing pussy trying to snap them in half as she came on an absolutely beautiful scream.
Giving her wet slit one more stroke with my tongue, I sighed happily against her. She flicked back the blankets, and I stared up at her from between her thighs. She looked wild and pleasured, and I knew this was exactly how I wanted to wake up every day for the rest of my life.
“Good morning,” I purred, and she looked at me like I was some wild, untamed thing. A wild, untamed thing that she loved.
“Come here,” she said roughly, and when I climbed back up her body and kissed her sweet lips, it truly was a great morning.
I was grinning as I met the rest of our group in the hallway after cleaning up.
Vox raised an eyebrow. “Someone knocked on my door announcing breakfast an hour ago.”
I couldn’t keep the smirk from my face. “Sorry, I was already eating.”
Avie slapped my chest. “Stop it. Come on, before your mother thinks I’m the rudest person to ever step foot into Hamor.”
She stood on her toes and kissed Vox, and he whispered something against her lips that I couldn’t hear. She giggled softly, then leaned over to Lierick and kissed him too.
I walked up to Zier and patted him on the back. “I’m surprised you waited.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t sound very surprised.”
I grinned, because he wasn’t wrong. I knew what I knew, even if Zier was deep in denial. I tapped my nose. “Can’t fool the Third Line senses, Baron.”
He shook his head at me. “Call me Zier.”
I led the group toward the formal dining room, though there was no sign of Iker. Lierick and Vox were bracketing Avie, having a low conversation.
“And why should I do that? Is it because we’re friends?” I asked lightly. “Or is it because you want to fuck my Soul Tie?”
For the first time in all the years I’d known him, Zier nearly tripped over his own feet. “Taeme…”
I grinned at him. “Don’t panic, old man. Wouldn’t want you to have a heart attack. It’s okay, though. My Soul Tie wants you too, and I think I should get a gold star for my ability to share.”
Zier looked at me like I’d lost my mind, and I guess on the outside, perhaps it would look like that.
The Third Line were territorial beasts; it was the generally accepted viewpoint that the Third Line were animalistic.
And in some ways, they were right. But we weren’t animals, and I wanted Avalon’s happiness far more than I wanted to soothe my pride.
“You can’t possibly be okay with it,” Zier said, sounding even more perplexed. I felt like I’d had this conversation every single time Avie added another guy to our little group.
I shrugged. “Most of this feels like fate, you know? I can go with it, have the girl I love and some seriously spectacular orgies, or I can fight against it, break her heart, and hoard her in misery. Seems like a pretty easy decision to me.” I turned to look at him seriously.
“Will you have a problem with this? Because I’ll accept anything but Avalon getting hurt.
” I let the beast rise up in my eyes. “Hurt her for any reason, and I’ll fucking eat your insides like spaghetti noodles.
Got it?” My voice was more beast than man.
Zier blinked. “Got it.”
I grinned at him again. “Good. Besides, we probably need someone with a slightly cooler head and a little more experience. Quite frankly, we’re making this shit up as we go along and trying not to burn Ebrus down around us.”
We stopped outside the formal living room. “Well, you’re definitely shaking things up,” Zier muttered.
Stepping inside, I smiled at my family. My father and mother were already at the table, along with all my brothers. “Sorry we’re late.”
My father raised a brow at me, but smiled pleasantly at the rest of my group. “Not to worry. Please, sit, eat. The cooks enjoy it when we have people over from different Lines. It spices up their lives.”
“The whole keep heard how sorry you were,” Razyr, my younger brother, teased.
Mom reached over and smacked the back of his head. “Manners!”
I subtly flipped him the finger, before pulling out the chair for Avie. “This is my younger brother, Razyr. He didn’t get the looks, the brains, or the brawn.”
Remy tried not to laugh, and Lyle snorted back his coffee. Razyr threw a muffin at my head, which I caught with my mouth.
I raised an eyebrow at Avie. “See?”
Mom put her fingers to her temples, a gesture so familiar. She must’ve been doing it every day since she gave birth to Remy. “Can you four please behave while we have guests?”
I sat down beside Avie, and the rest of the guys sat in a random assortment around the table.
Oftentimes, we’d have Lucio and his family here, or one of my aunts and their family.
We were big on family mealtimes, and it was something I’d missed about both home and Boellium.
I loaded up Avie’s plate with all the stuff I knew she liked: a large chocolate muffin, eggs, sausage, and a fresh bread roll.
Fruit of all kinds, because she loved fruit.
Razyr huffed. “Seriously? No one’s going to ask?”
“Raz…” Remy warned, but my little brother wasn’t easily dissuaded.
“What? You want to know too.” He looked back at me. “So, do you all, like… fuck? And is Hayle a top or a bottom? Because I bet Rolo ten coins that he’s a bottom.”
Avie choked on her muffin, and Vox reached over to thump her on the back as I leapt across the table, tackling my little brother to the ground. Even as I pummelled him, I could hear my mother’s sigh over the crack of the chair back.
“Just one breakfast—that’s all I asked.”
Yeah, it was damn good to be home.