Chapter Two
Somewhere Deep
In The Lair
Same Time
Humans were proving to be a pain in his ass. Rinnon was having one hell of a time trying to lure Flynn out from wherever he was hiding. That might just be the biggest understatement of his entire existence.
It had been a long time since someone had been able to ‘hide’ from him, and that was saying a lot since he’d always been.
Only, Flynn wasn’t having it when it came to compliance. He was not relenting as he recovered from one hell of a shock.
Oh, he could hear Rinnon.
And Jacques.
And Jolie.
There was no doubt since he and Rinnon shared a mind, but he refused to answer and come out from deep within himself.
This was bad.
Very.
Bad.
While he could exist without his vessel being cognizant, he didn’t want that. There was no fun in not having his partner talk to him, cajole him, and yell at him.
Rinnon was attached.
Flynn was his family, and he was part of him.
Literally.
On top of that, Flynn was his best friend, and he valued him on a level he’d never had before. To have a real friend, who he cared about…
Well, Rinnon had few of those.
He only had the Horsemen all of those eons ago, and now, his only friend, Flynn, was hiding from him.
It made him feel…empty.
Please, my love. I know you can hear me. I’m sorry you were caught off guard. I didn’t know she’d pick up the gifts. Come out and we can discuss it.
I can’t.
Well, at least he was talking to him.
There was that.
Explain to me what has you so upset so I can understand and help you. I’m new to this, and struggling. You’re the one who helps me work through things like this.
There was a pause, and finally, he spoke.
My parents are back from the dead, Rinnon. What do you think the problem is?
I never had parents, so I don’t understand that attachment. Shouldn’t you be happy to see them again?
Rinnon noticed Flynn went silent again.
Oh, boy.
This couldn’t be good.
He tried again.
My love…
Only, Flynn shut that down.
Leave me alone. I want to be alone. Please let me work through this. You don’t need me to start working. I’m inconsequential.
Well, that was a lie.
Flynn was the backbone, and he was the one who held them all together. They all knew that. Him hiding was problematic.
Yeah, well, it was time to call in the big guns. With a snap of his fingers, Jolie appeared beside him.
Immediately, she looked around.
“Uh, warning, please? I was talking to Flynn’s parents, trying to make them understand why their son was housing a demon God when he’d been a cop. This was really bad timing.”
“Well, maybe he was just lucky?” Rinnon offered. “Because I’m quite the accoutrement, if I do say so myself.”
Jolie just stared at him.
That said it all.
“That’s the look a wife gives her husband when she’s not happy, Little One. Maybe try being nicer to your husband. I mean, I did give you a gift…”
She was now glaring at him.
“Is that so?” she asked.
Uh, Jolie had news for The Big Scary. If he thought necromancing was a gift…he was mistaken.
Someone needed to read the room because already, out the gate, this was a clusterfuck.
“I got nothing. Flynn is the one who tells me how to answer you, and he isn’t talking. I’ll take the anger on this one, and call it a day.”
“Good call,” she said.
Rinnon pointed at himself.
“I can’t get Flynn to come out. He refuses. I don’t understand the situation. I didn’t have parents. Shouldn’t he be happy? He gets them back.”
Jolie tried to explain to Rinnon.
“He’s upset because he’s still mourning them, and it’s always been a wound on his heart. Now, he has to face that, and possibly lose them again when Jacques has to put them back.”
Rinnon listened.
It was rare his vessel was hurt or upset. It took a lot to damage Flynn, but he was definitely damaged over this. He was broken.
The only other time he’d been this upset was when he made a joke about being locked away with a corpse, and that hadn’t ended well.
Living things were touchy when it came to emotions.
Clearly.
While he was trying, Rinnon was at a huge disadvantage on this one without his mate, Flynn, to talk him through it.
“Please,” he said. “I can’t be me without him. He’s half me, and I need the logical part of Flynn, so I don’t go out and create a bunch of mess we have to clean up.”
That was a good point.
Rinnon at the helm was a nightmare on a good day.
So, Jolie tried to help.
Flynn, come out and talk to me.
When there was no answer, she was worried. This might just be the one thing that caused them to break Flynn. He was not one to hide, and she could feel him breaking down.
He was deep within himself and crying. Jolie could feel his emotions and hear the soft sobs of someone who had been blindsided by his only other weak spot.
It was time to get Death to help.
Jacques, we have a problem.
It took him a few seconds to reply to her, and she knew he was likely working, but it didn’t matter.
Flynn.
Came.
First.
He could let the world burn.
I’m in the middle of…
Jolie wasn’t having it.
PERIOD.
Flynn won’t come out. I don’t care what you’re in the middle of, Jacques. Put the Death suit away and be a spouse. He’s hurting! You’re part of this marriage, and now, he needs you. Get your ass here now or it is my wrath all the men in this relationship will have to handle! Trust me when I say DEATH has NOTHING on me when I’m pissed!
Clearly, Jolie’s tone said it all.
Death hauled ass.
When Jacques appeared, he looked just as worried as they did.
Oh, and he was.
For a few reasons.
As he’d been trying to figure this out, he’d noticed one very bad thing. There were names disappearing from his Book of the Damned.
He’d been in the middle of researching why it was happening and came up with one conclusion.
FATE.
Someone was playing a game, and a dangerous one at that. This was going to destroy the fabric of time and space. They were about to destroy the world.
“Mon Amour…”
She pointed at Rinnon.
“He can’t go back inside, and Flynn can’t be pulled out. We need to solve this. We have relics to find, and Rinnon can’t be driving that bus. You know how he is.”
“HEY! That didn’t sound complimentary, Little One. Maybe don’t make me sound like I’m a hinderance. I am adequate.”
She stared at him.
That one look shut Rinnon up.
FAST.
Because they needed a solution, Jacques reached for his mate.
Flynn, Mon Amour, please talk to me. You’re scaring our mate. She’s worried about you.
Nothing.
The lights were on, but no one was home.
Well, he was home, but he was hiding in a small closet alone in a ‘house’ they couldn’t access.
I’m working on this. I know this damages you, and I’m sorry, Mon Amour. Please.
There was only one reply.
You have no idea.
Oh, he did. If his parents popped into his lair, he’d be off balance too. Jacques knew his mate was struggling and that said a lot.
Flynn was damn strong when it came to things, and that’s why he’d been picked to be Rinnon’s vessel.
I love you, Flynn. Come out so we can help you.
Again, silence.
Jacques focused on Jolie, and there was one last thing he could do to coax the man out.
It was a dirty trick, but it would most definitely work. If anything, they knew the man.
“Want to have sex?” he asked Jolie.
She blinked.
“Uh, what? Now? We’re in the middle of something,” she said, horrified that he couldn’t read the room and see that this was the worst possible moment.
Death being Death, he blocked everyone else’s mind but hers, and whispered into it.
Do you think Flynn won’t want to come out and have sex? He will want to participate, and then, we can get him to talk to us.
Jolie knew he was onto something with that plan.
Oh, Death was tricky.
And likely horny.
She was calling a spade a spade on this one.
Yeah, he’ll come out.
Rinnon was supposed to be blocked, but he wasn’t. Never let it be said he couldn’t tell when his mates were talking without him.
When he crept into Death’s mind, he did help Jacques by keeping their conversation from filtering to their mate.
So if we bring out his dick…
Jolie stared at Rinnon as if he’d lost his damn mind. Immediately, he covered his ass. He’d learned that from Flynn, and it always worked.
Thankfully, he retained the things his mate taught him.
What? I use his dick to have sex with you. I can’t do it any other way. Technically, I have to bring it out. Death doesn’t have a spare.
Jolie just shook her head and tried not to laugh. Rinnon had a lot of Flynn’s quirks, and she was always amused by them.
Let’s do it and see what happens.
Neither of the men needed to be asked twice. Jacques moved toward Jolie to get this party started.
As she went into his body, his mouth found hers. They began kissing, and there was NO response from Flynn.
NONE.
Kiss him, Jolie whispered into Jacques’ mind. You’re bait for him. Flynn loves that intimacy between you after years of it not happening.
She had a point.
Setting her free, he moved into Rinnon, and went back to being Jacques. He let the demon God be the more dominant creature in the room.
As he approached, Rinnon was ready for him. When he roughly yanked him against him, and his fangs burst into his mouth, Rinnon brutalized Jacques’ neck.
There was a scream of pain across their mental pathway. Rinnon was purposely rough to pull the man from him. He knew Flynn would put his mates above his own heart.
Stop! Flynn ordered. You’re hurting him.
Jacques whispered into his mind, knowing that he’d come to save him. Flynn would always protect his mates. They’d learned that about his loyalty.
Jacques coaxed him even more.
Please help me, Flynn!
That was all it took.
Rinnon knew the exact moment when Flynn was coming back, and he was shoved deep down into himself to save Jacques.
Well, that worked.
All he had to do was go rogue.
Lesson learned.
When Rinnon opened his eyes, he was gone, and it was Flynn’s blue ones.
Immediately, he set Jacques free.
His mate had blood running down his neck, and the wound was raw. Rinnon’s bites didn’t heal if he didn’t want them to.
When Jacques staggered, Flynn caught him.
“My love,” he said, softly, placing his hand over his wound on his neck and healing it. He sent nothing but love and tenderness into that wound.
Jacques stared into his eyes and then found his mouth with his, giving him a reason to stay out.
Oh, and he did.
Flynn’s heart hurt, but he knew he couldn’t hide forever. Oh, he was well aware that they were trying to lure him out to talk, and he would need them to get through this.
What he needed was them. They were the key to his heart healing.
In that moment, Flynn put his faith in them so that he could find his way back to peace. So that he could find his way back to them.
Flynn fell into the mating of mouths, and his brain went on autopilot.
From within, he could hear Rinnon.
Let me out so I can bite him again! I want blood! I need blood!
Flynn had news for him.
If you think I bought that piss poor display, you’re out of your mind.
It worked, didn’t it? I deserve an acting award. I’ll add that to my resume.
Flynn ignored him.
I need my mates.
Rinnon understood that. Everything was better when he was with the people he loved. His only regret was that he couldn’t be with Flynn in a different body. He’d love to be with him and not part of him for one moment.
Beside them, Jolie watched them make out, and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t get her all hot and bothered. It was a sight to see.
How could it not be?
The men in her life always got her worked up, and these two kissing was hot.
Or was that three?
Oh, well, she didn’t care about that.
They.
Were.
Delicious.
As they continued to make out, she snapped her fingers, and everyone in the room was naked.
That got the party started.
There was nothing hotter then Flynn and Jacques naked and pressed together.
What about me, Little One?
And you, Rinnon.
That appeased the demon God.
Jacques was tangled up with Flynn, and he wasn’t going to be getting free anytime soon. The bigger man was destroying him with that sexy kiss.
Oh, and that was perfect.
Jolie wouldn’t change a thing about this show. It had worked to get Flynn out, and they were all about to reap the benefits.
Really.
Hot.
Sex.
As the men moaned in pleasure, there was a heat that washed over them.
LUST.
This was going to be fun.
Flynn slowly broke the kiss, and Jacques’ grass-green eyes blinked as he tried to focus through the pleasure.
It was clear that the kiss had been nuclear.
That was for damn sure.
Flynn had a few characteristics of Rinnon, too, and one of them was he could ooze lust and draw in his mates without any compulsion.
Love did the heavy lifting each and every time.
Because of that, Jacques couldn’t say no—not that he would.
They all knew that he loved mating with Flynn. It had always been a secret wish of his, and the man made it come true.
“Come to me,” he said, and Jacques didn’t even try to fight that compulsion.
God, yes, he whispered.
I need you, Jacques. Be mine.
You have my permission to use me anyway you need, Flynn. I’m yours.
Yes, yes, he was.
As a bed appeared behind them, they all knew what was coming.
All.
Of.
Them.
Flynn moved to the middle of the bed, and beckoned Jacques to follow, and he did.
Oh, and it was quite the sight.
He crawled across the bed and met him in the middle. When his mouth took his all over again, Jolie got in on the action. There was no way she was just going to watch.
Oh, that was hot, but she wanted to play too.
These men called to her.
“My mates,” she whispered as she found herself admiring the difference between the two men.
Her tan Flynn.
Her pale Jacques.
Yeah, she liked it when they came together.
Not as much as I like having sex with you, Jacques admitted.
As the two men kissed, it was clear they were only focused on sex.
Oh, and she was fine with that.
Jolie would normally want to be the center of attention, but Flynn needed this now.
For that, she’d be patient.
As the men kissed, they fell to the bed, and rolled around together. The kiss was so steamy, it drove the temperature up in the room.
Yeah, and Jolie got a ringside seat.
It was clear that she’d get her turn later, and she was good with that.
When Jacques let Flynn win, and he found himself on the bottom of the pile, it was his gasp of pleasure as Flynn’s fingers wrapped around his erection.
“Mon Amour,” he whispered, that French back in his voice that told the tale.
Yeah, Death was no longer there.
This was definitely Jacques.
Because he craved him, Flynn stroked him, driving the heat up in the room.
For now, it was just them. Rinnon was staying deep, and Death wasn’t at this party.
This was mates and love.
When Flynn looked up, somehow realizing that they weren’t being joined by their wife, Jolie reassured him.
“No, my love, enjoy. I’m having a good time watching the sexiness. I’m a lucky demon.”
Flynn was grateful that his wife was willing to give him this moment to regroup and find himself again.
Thank you.
Trust me, it’s my pleasure.
Because he knew Jacques well, Flynn found that erogenous zone on his neck, and teased it with his mouth. His fangs weren’t out yet, but they knew they would be, and soon.
“Please,” Jacques whispered as he could feel those bonds tightening. He wasn’t going to be able to move soon, and that meant he’d be at Flynn’s mercy.
Well, his and Rinnon’s.
Jacques would take one for the team. It was the least he could do. If Flynn needed to be rough, or Rinnon, he’d prefer it was with him.
Hey, they all had their kinks.
And Flynn was his.
Besides, who didn’t want Flynn’s big hands all over their body?
He certainly did.
As Flynn continued stroking him, Jacques was in his head making sure he wasn’t worried.
I’ll keep you safe, Mon Amour. Let me help you. Let me dull that pain so you’re not wounded.
At first, he wasn’t so sure he would let him, but then, he did.
Please, Jacques. I can’t.
Staring up into Flynn’s icy-blue eyes, he did what he could, not to erase that memory, but to dull the pain associated with it.
They had to get Flynn past that mental block to get him back.
You will not hurt from this, but you will be aware of what is going on. You won’t be sad over their return. You’ll work this out quickly.
As soon as the compulsion was shoved deep into the man’s psyche, it was clear when it actually worked.
Flynn.
Was.
Back.
Oh, and he was back with everything he had.
Flynn’s fangs burst into his mouth, and they were buried in Jacques’ neck before he could even finish that compulsion.
He struck.
Beneath him, the man’s body bucked, as the pleasure overtook him.
Jolie watched, and it was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Flynn was controlling the lust, and she couldn’t wait until he was done with Jacques.
She would be next.
Flynn sucked on Jacques’ neck, and with each pull of his mouth, he jerked him off, making the man whimper and beg.
He was trapped.
And he loved it.
I need more, Jacques. Let me have all of you.
Because he was lost in the most delicious of pleasure, he didn’t even hesitate.
Take everything. Take me!
Well, if he had his permission.
Slipping his fangs from his neck, Jacques’ erection was throbbing in his hand.
“Flynn,” he hissed, as the man stopped touching his erection. That was the last thing Jacques wanted.
He craved more.
From where he was above him, Flynn licked his lips, and when he waved his hand, Jacques was against the headboard, his wrists cuffed to the wood.
The sight was something so erotic that even Jolie moaned, and the men weren’t touching her.
Yeah…
This was hot.
Now, someone was their plaything. Rinnon and Flynn were about to enjoy themselves.
Clearly.
I like you bound.
Jacques couldn’t reply to Flynn. His tongue was tied, and his body was only responding to that visual. He could see himself through Flynn’s eyes, and it was incredibly erotic.
Honestly, he had so many fantasies in his head, and quite a few of them involved Flynn doing just this to him. Someone knew it too.
Yessssssss! he hissed in pleasure.
Moving closer, Flynn spread Jacques’ legs, and tilted his hips so he’d have access to his ass. When he moved closer, like a predator, his erection was pressed against him.
Ready.
From deep within him, Rinnon was chanting away. Oh, not a spell, but what he craved.
It was time to feed the lusty demon God.
Take his ass!
Take his ass!
Fuck him good!
Well, that was exactly what was going to happen. Flynn needed him, and he was going to have him.
Slipping into Jacques, it was incredibly sexy to see his mate bound to the headboard, his body taking him deep.
“Oh, God!” Jacques whispered, as Flynn used some of Rinnon’s gifts to make his erection impossibly large.
And painfully thick.
He knew what Jacques liked, and the man enjoyed when his ass was taken by Rinnon and his dick.
Please fuck me! he begged into their joined minds, as he never looked away from the man’s blue eyes. In them, there was still Flynn, and a whole lot of love.
Oh, that’s the plan, Flynn admitted.
Now that his pain had lessened, he could focus, and maybe, just maybe, he would be okay.
I won’t let you fall. I have you, Flynn. You’re my mate, and I’ll protect you no matter what.
He believed him.
Above all things, he knew that their bond was eternal, and deep. This was true love.
I love you. I love you so much, Jacques. You and Jolie are all I have to keep me alive. I fight to stay with you. I endure because I can’t imagine not loving you both.
He was aware.
Flynn was unique and like no ‘human’ they’d ever met, and he was their treasure.
Jacques moaned even more when Flynn jerked his hips forward, burying himself one last little bit in him. He was now buried ball’s deep in his ass.
It was the most incredible feeling.
As he was trapped, Flynn began taking him. It was the rhythmic pounding that filled their ears.
Oh, and the moans.
Jacques let Flynn dominate his body, and he simply drank in all of the pleasure.
I love you, Jacques whispered into his mind. I’ll love you for eternity.
Flynn didn’t reply, simply because he was focused on mating.
And Jolie.
She was watching them, and that always got Flynn wild.
The look of pleasure on her face…
It made him crave even more. In fact, he wasn’t sure he could wait. He needed both of his mates.
Turning his head, he stared into her eyes.
“Come to me.”
She didn’t fight the compulsion. If her mate needed this, she would supply it.
That was her duty.
As he slid all the way into Jacques, burying his erection in him, he pulled Jolie into his body, and his mouth destroyed hers.
It was her whimper of pleasure that told the tale.
She was beyond aroused.
When he set her free, she blinked away the compulsion.
In her mind, she saw what he wanted.
Moving toward Jacques, she stroked his dick, and Flynn began moving again.
Jacques whimpered.
Flynn was buried in his body, and Jolie was now blowing him.
And he couldn’t move.
“MORE!” he begged as his whole being vibrated with lust and desire. “I need more!”
They gave him everything he needed and more.
When Jacques was on the cusp, Flynn sent him visuals of all the times that they’d come together.
There was blood.
Violence.
Oh, and love.
Flynn took him roughly, and as he was on the cusp, Rinnon roared from deep within him.
But he stayed there.
I love you both, Flynn whispered, and with one last drive into Jacques, they both exploded. With a wave of his hand, he made Jolie cum with them.
No one would be left out.
NO.
ONE.
As that orgasm rolled over them, Rinnon whispered to his vessel.
More. I need more. Make our woman cum.
Flynn could do that.
He was focused on them, so he didn’t have to focus on what had happened.
With another wave of his arm, she slid into position beside Jacques, and they were both locked to the headboard.
Mon Amour, yesssss! Jacques whispered, craving this too. There would never be enough. Take our woman for us.
Flynn pulled from Jacques’s body and forced Jolie’s legs apart. There, he lapped at her clit, driving her wild.
She moaned.
Because he didn’t want Jacques to be left out, he reached for his erection, and began stroking him.
The man whimpered as that desire rose back up and filled him with that craving all over again.
There was nothing better than his mate touching him.
Flynn was well aware of what they were doing. They were letting him drive this bus so he would stay distracted.
Oh, and he appreciated that.
A lot.
Teasing her clit, he drove her wild, and enjoyed every single second of it.
Trapped to the headboard, Jolie moaned.
“Please,” she whispered. “Make me cum. I need you, Flynn.”
Well, that was the plan.
He teased.
Tormented.
And drove her wild.
The whole time, he was non-stop stroking Jacques’ erection, and the man was fighting the pleasure.
Flynn, please…
Only, he didn’t reply.
Instead, he kept feasting on Jolie’s clit. Dining on her was something he could do every single day, and never get bored.
Ever.
“Flynn!” she shouted, as Jolie tumbled from the edge in a magnificent orgasm.
And her mate kept going.
He was distracting himself, and there was no better way than with his mates.
Take them!
Fuck them!
Hurry!
Clearly, Rinnon was out of control.
I will. Calm down.
The demon God went silent, so Flynn could enjoy what he was doing.
Mating.
As Jolie came again, Flynn sat up, lifted her hips, and slipped into her ass.
She moaned.
Jacques moaned.
Hell!
Flynn moaned too.
As he took her, she stared into his eyes, her whole body awash with pleasure.
When she was on the cusp, he shoved her off into the orgasm, and then, pulled from her to move toward Jacques. There, he buried himself back in his ass.
Oh, God! Jacques shouted in his mind.
I need to fuck, Flynn warned. I can’t be gentle.
Jacques understood. Sometimes, you just had to get the mad out with sex. He gave him permission.
Then take me.
While Jolie was just as indestructible as Jacques, Flynn liked being rough with the man.
They both got off on it.
Again, he made his dick harder, bigger, and thicker, making Jacques shout in pleasure and pain.
Beg me! Flynn whispered into his mind. Beg me to make you cum!
Oh, he did just that.
“Make me cum, Flynn!” he shouted, as his ass was filled with the big man.
Jolie moaned at the words, as she was stuck in an orgasm loop. Rinnon’s gifts were making her feel what Jacques was, so Flynn could focus on one of them at a time.
He took him hard, burying himself ball’s deep in his mate, and then glanced over at Jolie.
Be ready to cum again!
Please! More! she begged wantonly.
Flynn focused on Jacques, and when he leaned over him, baring his long, sharp fangs, he slammed them down into the trapped man’s neck, shoving him off the edge into an orgasm.
Flynn poured hotly into his ass as he gulped voraciously from his neck.
The cuffs disappeared, and instead of stopping him, Jacques put his arms around his mate, and held him.
They rode out that pleasure, grateful that they couldn’t die from overfeeding because Flynn was voraciously hungry for sex and blood.
Time moved slowly.
When he finally stopped, Flynn laid between them, and they cuddled his body.
Then, he shared his anguish.
“I hurt, mates,” he whispered, being vulnerable with the two individuals who loved him most.
To soothe him, Jolie left kisses across his shoulders. Her Flynn was an impervious force—until he wasn’t. When he broke, oh, he broke spectacularly.
If there was one way to break him, this was it.
His dead parents.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s my fault. I just wanted you to have them so you could see how proud they are of you. If I could go back and undo it, I would.”
He didn’t say anything.
Deep down, they knew why.
They couldn’t stay.
Death would send them back to fix the fabric of fate.
“Accidents happen,” Jacques reassured as his mate, not Death. There was a time and a place, and this was NOT the place. “We will find a way to make this better.”
He wasn’t quite sure how.
His parents were back, and they shouldn’t be. Flynn knew from personal experience that when you came back from the dead, you didn’t come back the same.
Look.
At.
Him.
Tell me how to make you feel better, Rinnon offered. I’ll do it in a heartbeat. How about a bunch of virgins? You would love deflowering them. It’s fun and…
Only, someone wasn’t having that.
HIS WIFE.
RINNON! Jolie said. That is NOT happening! Knock that shit off!
He was trying to make Flynn laugh, but it wasn’t happening. The man was silent as he was thinking about how this would all end.
Badly.
Jacques kissed his temple, and reassured him.
We’ll figure this out together. I’m with you. I love you, Flynn Xavier Brogan. Forever.
Flynn let them comfort him.
He had one fear.
Oh, and he knew it would come true. This was going to be just his luck.
With all of the shitty things he’d had to endure over his life, having to re-mourn his parents when they died again….
It would happen.
How did he know?
Fate was a bitch.