A Mate Beyond Their Reach (6 page)

Valerius began to speak, “I need to know if you all feel it.”

Even if Valerius didn’t expand further on his statement, Drew knew what the other man referred to. He could not understand it, but these overwhelming emotions that called him forward toward the two spirit wolves seemed out of this world. In a weird sense, he almost thought he could experience their feelings as well. Beyond Valerius’s mask of coldness, he saw something that beckoned him forward, a hidden, deep pain. Trent was all longing and desire, and it expanded over Drew, threatening to swallow him whole.

Trent nodded silently, and the gazes of the two men fell on Drew.

Drew fidgeted uncomfortably, and then said, “Yes. I don’t know what to say. This isn’t normal.”

“It isn’t normal for humans,” Valerius corrected, “but it is quite common for spirit wolves. It is the bond all mates have.”

“Mates?” Drew repeated. Sure enough, he knew all about wolf behavior in the wild, but nothing he’d learned could possibly explain this. While the concept of mating held a strong meaning for the animals, some wolves did copulate with females other than their chosen mates across the years. However, Drew and the other men seemed to share a perfect triple connection which, to Drew’s knowledge, didn’t appear in the wild.

As if in echo of Drew’s dilemma, Valerius added, “But it is unusual for spirit wolves to have more than one mate. And for the second one to be a human is even more striking.”

“How so?” Drew asked. He couldn’t help but bristle at the latter part of Valerius’s phrase. “How are human mates any different?”

“You’ve seen the reason yourself, Doctor,” Valerius answered, “in that microscope. If a spirit wolf bites a human, the human unerringly turns into a feral. The virus is less virulent than if the bite comes from another feral, but the end result is the same. Therefore, a human must never be a spirit wolf’s mate.”

“But Drew is right there,” Trent shot back. “How do you explain him?”

All of a sudden, Trent froze and his eyes widened as if he’d just understood something. Drew grasped the undertone of Valerius’s words as well.
Must not,
not
can’t
. “Wait,” Trent said. “You knew about this. You knew humans could be our mates.”

Valerius nodded, his eyes veiled by a distant sorrow. “What happened?” Drew asked. Clearly, herein lay the pain Drew had sensed inside Valerius.

For a few seconds, Drew thought the other man wouldn’t reply, but then Valerius started to speak. “It was two hundred years ago. My brother found a mate, a young man living next to our domain. I still remember the day I met him. He was so full of life and caring. He accepted our way of life with no fear—quite a feat, especially in those days. It surprised me, and I agreed to their relationship, even if I knew the possible consequences.” Valerius paused, as if the story became too hard for him to tell. “It turned out to be a serious mistake. The two of them were so happy and fit together so well that at one point Caesar became convinced nothing could go wrong. Following his instincts, he bit his mate. Predictably, Linden turned feral. We tried everything, the best medicine available to us at that time, the best doctors. But in the end, none of our efforts made any difference. With each passing day, Linden lost himself more and more to the feral insanity. Finally, two painful years after the bite, my brother saw Linden was losing the last threads of his humanity and feared for his very soul. We had no choice. We…He asked me to lock them both up into their home and burn it down. They died there, together, in the flames.”

Drew’s heart filled with pain for Valerius. No wonder the other man was so adamantly against human matings. How difficult must it have been for Valerius to agree to his brother’s demand?

No words could provide comfort in such moments. Drew found himself getting up and heading toward Valerius. He went around the desk, hugged Valerius’s neck, and pressed himself to the other man.

One second later, he felt Trent do the same.

At first, Valerius seemed tense, but then, he relaxed under their touch. “We shouldn’t do this,” he whispered, but his tone lacked conviction. “It can’t end up well.”

“It’s all right,” Drew replied. He wanted to cast aside the terror in Valerius, replace it with the knowledge that he could love and be loved without fear. “Everything’s going to be all right.”

Drew shared a look with Trent, and the other man smiled. Perhaps Drew didn’t fully understand this, but for the moment, his heart demanded that he bond with these men. For the first time in so many years, he felt something special for someone other than his son.

All lingering doubts vanished when Trent pressed his lips to Valerius’s. Drew had never been particularly voyeuristic or kinky, but the sight of the two men together made him so hot he couldn’t believe it. He wanted to touch them both, to feel their warmth against his body. God, this was madness, but such beautiful, perfect madness.

On impulse, Drew pulled Valerius’s chair back and knelt at the other man’s feet. His hands trembled as he struggled to unzip Valerius’s fly. Beneath the constraining material, he could feel Valerius’s hard cock. He wanted it in his mouth, in his ass.

Valerius tensed at his touch, but Trent held the other man down.

Taking advantage of the chance Trent had given him, Drew pulled Valerius’s zipper down and rubbed the man’s dick through his boxers.

His mouth watered when he realized a wet spot was already forming against the material. But he hadn’t done this for so long. Would he even remember how? And these men were so hot, so amazing and magical, while he was just a middle-aged human.

As inadequate as his reason might have made him feel, his body urged him forward to take what he wanted, just this once. He pushed Valerius’s boxers down and unveiled the beauty of the other man’s cock. Fascinated, Drew rubbed his thumb across the leaking tip. A groan escaped Valerius, and to Drew’s surprise, a strong hand landed in his hair.

Drew stole a look up and found himself at the other side of two hot, lustful gazes. At some point, the spirit wolves had stopped their kiss, but their swollen mouths still bore the sign of their shared passion. “Come on, Drew,” Trent said. “Suck him.”

Valerius didn’t speak, but the look in his eyes sufficed. The strong hand in Drew’s hair urged him lower down, and Drew gladly complied. He engulfed Valerius’s shaft in his mouth, learning the taste of his new lover. The feel of Valerius’s dick on his tongue made his head spin. He tried to take it even deeper, but gagged, the other man’s cock too large for him to take. “Easy,” Valerius said, voice husky, yet gentle. “Don’t rush it. We have all the time in the world.”

It was odd to hear Valerius say that, since a minute ago the man refused to even accept the idea of a human as a mate. Drew didn’t blame him, of course, but he just knew they could make things work somehow. A human he might be, but he’d never stepped back from a challenge.

He bobbed his head up and down Valerius’s shaft, sucking him, teasing him, offering as much pleasure as he could. Experimentally, he reached down to tickle at his lover’s wrinkled sac. He must have found a sensitive spot because a growl escaped Valerius. The other man began to fuck Drew’s face in earnest, and his lover’s loss of control made pleasure spiral through Drew.

Much to his dismay, Valerius snatched him away from his prize.

He pulled Drew into his lap and before Drew could utter any protest, crushed their lips together. In their kiss, Drew read frenzied lust and unrestrained desire, and he swore he could taste Valerius’s need to possess him, the raw animalistic passion that Drew had never encountered in a lover before.

When they broke apart, Trent pulled Drew close. “My turn,” he whispered seductively.

Drew melted in the other man’s embrace, reveling in the connection between the three of them. How could this be? How could he want both Valerius and Trent so much? But in spite of all the questions, it felt so right, and Drew surrendered to his own desires, casting all caution to the wind.

* * * *

They were beautiful together, Valerius’s two mates. Valerius wanted them both so badly it hurt. His entire body begged for their touch, and Valerius couldn’t recall why he’d ever wanted to hold back.

So what if Drew was human? So what if having a third mate didn’t fit with the nature of the spirit wolf? In the end, it didn’t matter.

They were bonded, and together, they could get over anything.

As Drew and Trent broke their kiss, Valerius pulled them both toward his bedroom. He never brought people here, not because he particularly cherished his house, but due to his acute need for privacy.

Whenever he’d needed to scratch an itch, he just went out and found a willing one-night stand. But this would be different. This would be his first time with his mates, and he wanted to make it perfect.

He pushed them both onto the large four-poster bed and went to his wardrobe. The hedonist in him led him to always have the necessary supplies at hand, a fact for which Valerius felt very thankful now. As he retrieved a tube of lube from his stash, he briefly considered taking some anal beads or perhaps a cock ring, but decided against it. This time, just the three of them would be enough.

He made his way back to the bed and froze when his eyes fell upon the amazing sight of Trent’s hands roaming over Drew’s nude body. Apparently, Trent wasted no time in getting their mate naked, and Drew didn’t disappoint either, getting rid of Trent’s clothing with swift, efficient motions. Valerius felt awed by the beauty of the two men.

Trent gripped Drew’s hard shaft in a large fist and jacked it slowly, all the while throwing a gaze Valerius’s way. “Come on.

We’re waiting.”

Drew moaned and spread his legs wide. He crooked his finger at Valerius and beckoned him forward. “Come, Val. Fuck me.”

No one had ever called Valerius like that in his life, but strangely, he found he liked it. He grinned at his two mates. “I’d love to.”

In a flash, Valerius made his way to his mates. Trent flipped Drew on all fours, exposing the perfect twin globes of Drew’s ass. Eagerly, Valerius parted Drew’s cheeks, and desire swamped him at the first sight of his lover’s little hole. His cock throbbed with need, the desire to claim Drew’s body escalating to unbearable proportions.

Swiftly, he tore his own clothing off and uncapped the lubricant tube. He poured a generous amount on his fingers and spread it on Drew’s hole. Drew gasped when Valerius inserted a finger inside his passage, and Valerius echoed the sentiment entirely. The hot tightness that engulfed his digit almost made him lose every last remnant of his control. He took a deep breath and focused on preparing his mate. The last thing he wanted was to make this experience painful for Drew. He added another finger, scissoring them inside Drew. He expertly found his mate’s gland and rubbed it, unsurprised, but still aroused when Drew let out a moan of pleasure.

A groan drew Valerius’s attention to his second mate. Trent’s gaze washed over him, burning him, and Valerius suddenly had an image of the three of them, connected in the most intimate way three men could be. He wanted to fuck Drew while Trent pounded him in turn.

His thoughts must have shown on his face as Trent leaned over Drew and shared a quick kiss with their mate. “So beautiful,” he murmured as he caressed the side of Drew’s face. “We’ll be together in a minute.”

Drew nodded, and Trent crawled across the bed until he reached Valerius. Valerius retreated his fingers from Drew’s body and met Trent halfway. Their lips crushed against each other, and Valerius realized Trent still tasted like Drew, their combined flavors so intoxicating it drove Valerius wild. “I want you so bad,” Trent said as they broke apart.

Wordlessly, Valerius nodded. He shifted on the bed, allowing Trent the space to maneuver behind him. He caressed Drew’s flanks, taking in the softness of the other man’s skin. “Ready?”

“Yes, please. Oh, God, yes,” Drew frantically replied.

Satisfied at his mate’s enthusiasm, Valerius positioned himself at Drew’s hole and slowly pushed inside. Drew tensed beneath him, and Valerius froze. “You all right?”

“I’m fine,” Drew answered, but his voice sounded a bit strained.

“Sorry. It’s just been a while. Go on.”

Valerius obeyed, but he kept his motions slow. When he at last embedded himself fully inside Drew, Valerius stilled. It must’ve been the hardest thing he’d done in his life, but he needed to allow his mate to get used to his girth. Valerius’s pause made Trent shoot into action.

Fingers prodded at Valerius’s hole, spreading lubricant around his opening. “Just do it,” he said. “I like it rough.”

In spite of his words, Trent still took an inordinate amount of time preparing him, inserting one finger, then a second inside him.

Valerius couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to move, to fuck and be fucked. Drew clung to the sheets desperately and gasped, “Please…

Fuck me. Val, Trent, fuck me.”

Drew’s words at last urged Trent forward. He removed his fingers and thrust deep inside Valerius, the penetration so abrupt it shook Valerius to the core. Sandwiched between Trent and Drew, he felt as if every nerve in his body had been awakened. The scent of his mates surrounded him, making him drunk with passion and desire. His body thrummed and his skin burned, instincts and emotion sizzling through him.

The three of them began a rhythm that created a connection of ecstasy. Trent’s each thrust hit Valerius’s prostate, making sparks fly through him. In turn, Valerius aimed for Drew’s special spot, and every motion from the man on top of him drove him harder and harder into the one beneath him. The heat they radiated could have scorched the sun. Gasps, groans, and slaps of flesh against flesh sounded in the room, filling Valerius’s ears. Drew chanted their names in a litany of “Val, Trent, Val, Trent.” Valerius couldn’t even speak anymore. He was too lost, too amazed at the sensations that coursed through him.

“Fuck, Val,” Trent whispered in his ear. “I need you.”

Valerius instinctively knew what Trent meant. He bared his neck, allowing his mate to take what he wanted. His own fangs descended, and he yearned to claim his two mates in the way of the spirit wolves.