There wasn’t the same amount of desperation or even lust in our movements. We wrangled my pants down and then Shan started on the button of his jeans.
“We felt you, don’t worry. You were the only thing that stopped him from giving up.”
He paused, positioning the tip of his cock at my entrance.
“You stopped me from giving up, too,” he said.
I lowered down, taking him until his knot rubbed my entrance. The pleasure washing over me was muted, but mixed with what Emmett and Caspian were sending through my bonds with them. It created a kind of intense closeness I’d never experienced before.
Silently I rode him until our breaths were quick pants, our foreheads pressed together. Our lips occasionally brushed but we didn’t kiss, our focus on all the other sensations. When I trailed my lips down his jaw to his neck he groaned, tilting his head to the side. I pressed against his knot, grinding, almost taking it until he abruptly thrust his hips up and seated himself in me. Crying out, I sank my teeth into him.
His cum filled me and his hands finally got a little rough, the bruising grip on my hips something he couldn’t avoid in the throes of an orgasm. I came when he rubbed the rough fabric of my shirt against the mark he’d left on my breast, knowing where his claim was without having to see it.
No more than a minute later I felt the addition of a bond, the intensity of Em and Caspian’s new connection rocketing through our pack. I smiled against Shan’s neck, not willing to stop licking and sucking at the mark I’d left quite yet. My ministrations brought him to another climax slowly but surely, his body trembling with the quiet intensity of it. Then I gave him a break, letting his knot deflate as Cas and Emmett reappeared from the bathroom, the incubus noticeably pink.
“I love you,” I murmured to Shan.
I tried to pull back, his knot no longer holding me to him, but he didn’t let me. His hands moved me to lay on his lap, uncaring about stickiness as I rested my feet in Caspian’s lap.
“I love you too,” he grunted. “You saved me from myself.”
We all chuckled, but it was the truth, and he wasn’t the only one. In the end, we’d all saved each other, hadn’t we? Maybe we were soulbound, after all, and I was happy to be bound to these men for as many years and as many lives as we had remaining.
Epilogue
FREYA
Four months later
Shan slammed the car door loud enough to startle a crow from the tree beside our three-story house. I closed mine much more delicately, smirking to myself as my mate stalked around the SUV to pin me back against it.
“You took a risk,” he muttered darkly. “I told you not to get close enough for him to graze you with that knife.”
“And I told you I wouldn’t listen,” I said. “There isn’t a scratch on me.”
“Yes, but if therewasa scratch on you, your entire blood stream would be infected with poison. Shit like that doesn’t affect me, which is why I told you to let me handle it.”
Our latest target had been quite the piece of work. A full-blooded incubus who’d been draining a new human every day since he’d decided to make his home on Earth — three hundred years ago. That was a high body count, but the AEA hadn’t done fuck all about it.
This was what we did now.
Nolan convinced someone to pay for it, and we killed assholes.
This one could have been easy because we were both immune to incubus charms, but this particular predator hadn’t relied too heavily on that. He also favoured poisoned daggers. If a potential target was immune, he used the poison to slowly kill them so he could still feed. It was extremely fucked up.
Shan should know better by now than to tell me to stay out of the way.
I didn’t. Never had, never would.
Every mission we went on together, his protectiveness became more endearing, though. I was becoming a huge fucking softy.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I apologized sweetly.
He huffed and pushed back from me, striding into the house with a bulge in his pants. Shan knew I was trying to rile him up so he’d fuck me, and he wasn’t going to fall for it. Punishment by abstinence didn’t really work in our household, though. There was always someone else to fuck.
For example, by the time I’d trailed him inside, he had Caspian caged against the kitchen counter. Our incubus mate was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, covered by a frilly pink apron. Oswald had gotten it for him presumably as a joke, but of course he’d loved it. And Shan had loved him in it more than anything. He loved how it looked with Cas’ cock tenting the fabric.
I watched for long enough that Cas caught on to my presence and began to put on a bit of a show with his whining and begging.
