Hellbourne (13 page)

Luc shared a smile with his wolf.

“What do you want us to do?” Jerrod asked

“Stand guard,” Luc responded. “According to Michael, I need the two strongest to bond with me, but I won’t be entirely comfortable if someone isn’t keeping watch. My brothers can’t come to this realm, but as we’ve seen it doesn’t stop them from affecting it. I’d like you both watching the door.”

“Did you want to move this to the bedroom?” Nikko asked, scanning the living room with a critical eye.

Luc shook his head. “That is the first place they’d look and my bed isn’t large enough to accommodate all three of us.”

“We could go back to my place. My bed still smells like you,” Nikko said with a leer.

The vampire had a death wish. Luc watched impassively as Bran bashed Nikko’s head against the wall. “Bran, we still need him.” Luc’s voice was quiet but the effect was immediate.

The wolf released Nikko and the vampire shook his head like a wet dog.

“Enough.” This was never going to work. Even with his new resolution to beat his father, he had his doubts.

Distracted, Luc pulled the cushions off the three couches and threw them around the room, making a nest in the event the three of them ever got together. He didn’t hear the pair approaching until his shirt was flying over his head and clawed hands ripped off his pants.

“He really is beautiful!” Nikko said, stroking Luc’s back.

“And all mine.” Bran unfastened Luc’s pants and pulled them down. In minutes, Luc was standing stark naked between two fully clothed men.

“This really won’t work when I’m the only one naked.”

“Maybe I spoke too early about brotherhood,” Carn said, his eyes greedily examining Luc.

“Go outside. Guard!” Nikko said, before taking Luc’s mouth in a hot, smouldering kiss.

Luc lost track of everything as Nikko kissed him. A warm, clothed body covered his back. The familiar feel of Bran’s mouth on his neck sent shivers down his spine while Nikko’s kisses hardened his body.

Ripping his mouth away from the vampire, Luc gasped, “Strip.”

He felt a moment’s chill as the alphas stepped away to remove their clothing but just as he was feeling cold they returned. Both naked bodies towered over his, creating a cocoon around Luc with their combined heat.

The smell of hot male flesh filled the air.

“Let’s lie down,” Luc said. It took all his effort to remain standing and not lunge at one of the pair.

Nikko lifted Luc off of his feet and walked him over to the pillows.

“He loves being carried,” Bran said in his rough, lust-filled voice.

Luc turned his head to see Bran watching him, gold eyes flashing with desire. It was true he loved it when a strong man cradled him in his arms. He’d die before admitting it out loud though. It was too girly.

Nikko smirked. “I know.” With care, the vampire gently placed Luc on the cushions and kissed his forehead. “I’ll grab the lube.”

As soon as he stepped away, Bran spread his body alongside Luc’s. “How are you feeling, baby?”

“Nervous.” Although he liked the idea of having both men, all three of them together was frankly terrifying, his best and worst dream.

Bran leant forwards and brushed his cheek against Luc’s. The familiar motion soothed him in ways he couldn’t explain. “This is a one time thing, my beautiful boy. After this you will be all mine.”

“You keep telling yourself that.” Nikko returned with a tube of lube clutched in his hand. “I’m glad you think this is a one time thing, but helping Luc comes with a price. He will be half mine from now on.”

“What?” Bran jolted up from the cushions, a low growl pouring from his throat.

“You heard me. I’m not saving Luc for you. I’m saving him for me.” Nikko leant down and stroked a finger across Luc’s collar. “You will belong to me. I may have to share with wolf-boy but I’m not doing this unless you agree that I get at least half of your time. Otherwise, you might as well be in hell because I will be if I can’t have you.”

Luc locked eyes with Bran.

Bran turned on Nikko with a snarl. “I hope you can enjoy your time knowing he’s thinking of me.”

The vampire smiled, full fangs exposed. “Trust me. I’ll give him something else to concentrate on.”

“Enough. You win, Nikko. I’ll be yours too. But I’m keeping my own residence.” Luc could figure out what to do later. He had to survive his birthday before he worried about anything else. Only one crisis at a time, he’d learned that much from his father.

With Nikko lying down on Luc’s other side he was sandwiched between the alphas. They took turns kissing Luc until he couldn’t think straight. Bran slid down Luc’s body as Nikko focussed on keeping his mouth occupied.

It took Luc a moment to focus on the wet suction covering his cock. He arched away from Nikko’s mouth. “Bran,” he moaned.

Nikko plunged his fangs into Luc’s neck. Cum burst out of his cock into Bran’s willing mouth. When both men released him, he relaxed into a happy pile. Energy pooled in his chest. Although small, it was a stronger spark than the one Jerrod had given him.

“I think this will work if I can retain the energy.”

“You’ll retain it,” Nikko said, licking Luc’s shoulder, “because we’re not going to let you go until they come and drag you down to hell.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Hands and knees, baby,” Bran said, crawling up to Luc’s body before rolling onto his back beside him.

Luc positioned himself over Bran with his legs on either side of Bran’s hips. Kissing the wolf, he savoured the taste of himself on his lover’s lips. He almost jumped when he felt a finger rubbing across his hole.

“Relax, gorgeous.” Nikko’s voice was dark and seductive as he carefully prepared Luc for penetration.

The combination of Bran’s body beneath him and Nikko’s touch brought Luc back to full hardness.

“Mmmm. Fuck me,” Bran purred.

“My pleasure. Lube, Nikko.” The tube was slapped into the hand he held out.

“Hurry up, because as soon as you take him, I will be inside you.”

Luc knew where and how to rub to get Bran’s best reaction. Soon he had the werewolf thrashing beneath him. “Easy, love,” he soothed. “I want to make sure you’re ready.” He was the only one the alpha ever allowed inside and it generally took a great deal of preparation.

“Fuck me,” Bran growled.

Pressing his lubed cock to Bran’s tight hole, he entered in one long stroke.

Bran howled.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Nikko said, licking Luc’s neck. “Ready.”

Luc nodded. “Go ahead.”

The vampire slid inside, pushing deep. Luc moaned. He may have complaints about Nikko but the vamp fucked like a god.

“Yes, fuck me.” Luc pushed himself into Bran then slid back onto Nikko’s cock. He enjoyed the experience of fucking and being fucked. He’d seen it done, but he’d never been the boy in the middle before. While he was part of the Pack, Bran kept him out of any orgies. His possessiveness didn’t allow others to touch Luc sexually. It was a miracle that he wasn’t trying to kill the vampire right now.

As the three of them moved together, Luc could feel the power building up. The sexual energy added a new dimension to his lovemaking.

“I can’t wait until I have you to myself,” Nikko whispered in his ear. “Oh, the things I want to do to you.” A fang scraped his throat sending Luc over the edge. He clamped down on Nikko’s cock, as the master vampire screamed his release. Without touching Bran, he felt the were’s thick and sticky fluid shoot between them.

Collapsing on the hard surface of his lover’s body, Luc kissed Bran’s sweaty chest. “I love you,” he whispered.

A large hand stroked his head. “I know,” Bran said.

“Did it work?” Nikko pulled his cock out of Luc and stroked his cheek with the back of his hand.

Luc looked up to see the vampire’s expression. Nikko didn’t have his usual cold expression gracing his face. The vamp looked sad and confused.

“I have some energy, but I think it will take a lot more to fill me completely.”

“Oh, we want to fill you completely,” Bran said beneath him.

All three men broke out laughing.

Luc knew it would be okay. He didn’t know if he would survive his birthday challenge, but the two men whose arms he was wrapped in would make his last day on this earth a happy one.

Chapter Ten

Luc’s sweat-slicked skin dripped on the cushions. He needed a shower, badly. Careful not to disturb his lovers, he eased himself from Bran’s hold and climbed off their makeshift bed.

As he got to his feet, he could feel his body pulsing from their evening of sex. Sex magic was one of the most powerful ways of recharging. From the energy coursing through his body like an electric current, Luc knew the ceremony had worked, but at what price? Looking back at the men lying on the cushions reminded him why he felt a little ill. How could he enjoy himself when he’d traded his relationship with Bran to lay with Nikko?

In all the years they were together, he had never brought another into their relationship and Nikko didn’t want this as a one-time thing. To the vampire, Luc was partly his and Luc couldn’t in good conscience deny him, but he knew there was no way the alpha wolf would share his mate, no matter what he claimed before the ceremony.

Bran wasn’t the type to share and trying would only fracture the already tenuous relationship they’d rebuilt after the wolf dumped him for a female. Their relationship had some patching up to do and Luc had a feeling Nikko wouldn’t do anything to help the relationship along. The vampire master made no bones about how much he wanted Luc for himself.

With a soft kiss on Bran’s cheek, Luc went to take a shower.

He stripped and turned on the faucet, waiting for the water to reach a scalding temperature. Pleased with the steam level, he climbed in and stood under the shower to soak his hair, closing his eyes to protect them from the water. His head hit the tile when a pair of strong arms enveloped him.

“Oops. Sorry, love,” Bran’s deep voice eased Luc’s tension. “I wanted to give you one last power boost.”

Looking at his lover’s expression, Luc saw that the alpha wolf’s eyes didn’t match the jovial tone he was projecting. Bran was scared.

Luc stretched up and kissed his lover. “No matter what happens to me, my love, I will always return to you.”

“I know,” Bran whispered. “But I can’t stand that they torture you every year and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m the alpha wolf. I should be able to protect my mate. You’re in a league of your own, my sweet, and I’m not powerful enough to protect you from the bad guys in your life.”

Luc stroked Bran’s cheek. A tender gesture that always made his wolf’s eyes shine with adoration. “Show me how much you love me and I’ll take your love down with me to the depths of hell.”

Bran lifted Luc from the tub, forcing him to wrap his legs around his lover in order not to fall. “No matter what they do, remember me and I’ll help you through.”

Luc knew that Bran believed that. His lover didn’t know the trials he survived. If he even had a hunch, Bran would’ve found a way to lock Luc up, away from his relatives.

Their lovemaking was slow and easy, not their usual hot claiming. It was as if Bran was trying to soak up the moment. Slow kisses and sensual touches eased Luc’s tension. When Bran finally entered him, Luc felt immersed in his lover’s spirit as if they could never separate their two auras again.

With slow measured strokes, Bran pumped inside Luc, the werewolf’s cock sending him into ecstasy.

Bran whispered in Luc’s ear, “You are mine. And no matter what they do, they can never take that away from us.”

Luc could feel the desperation in Bran’s voice. On some level, he knew his lover was saying goodbye in case this was their last time together.

Twenty minutes later, Luc was clean and dressed, wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt he’d got as a gift from the pack years ago. It was blood red with the words
The Devil Made Me Do It
in bright white letters. Somehow it seemed appropriate for his upcoming day.

Bran had gone to the kitchen to get some food, and Luc was too anxious to sit. He idly paced across the antique rug, wondering how long it would take to wear a path in it.

Luc’s skin sizzled and the smell of marshmallows alerted him that he was no longer alone.

“Hello, Uncle Michael,” Luc said without turning around. He wondered if anyone ever had the gall to tell the alpha angel that he smelt like marshmallows.

“Hello, Baby Luc.” Michael’s deep voice vibrated up Luc’s spine. It was always nerve-racking to be so close to that much power.

Slowly, he turned around to face the archangel. The man towered over Luc, his white wings on full display. In his hands, he held Luc’s guitar.

“My guitar!” Luc shouted, reaching for the instrument. “I knew Jerrod retrieved it from Nikko’s club but I’ve been too busy to play.”

Michael lifted it out of reach. “It is imperative that you take this with you when you go and don’t let them part you from it.”

“Why?”