When Three Points Collide: Ra's Story, page 12
Arvyn was there, pressed up against his side, hands rubbing up and down his arms – Kirill recognized his beloved was trying to soothe him. But Ra hadn’t moved. Didn’t so much as blink. He simply took another sip from his cup, and asked quietly, “Is omnipotence one of your powers? A gift you inherited after you turned five hundred, perhaps? Are you able to see into the future and all it holds?”
“What are you talking about?” Kirill didn’t seem to be able to shake his anger. “Of course not. No one is omnipotent except perhaps the Fates, and maybe you.”
“I am all powerful yes, but even I don’t proclaim to be able to see into the hearts of men or understand their reasoning for what they do. Nor do I have x-ray vision allowing me to see what’s happening in a closed-up barn, until I opened the door and looked for myself. If you’d have known what Yakov had done, would you have put a stop to it?”
“Of course, I fucking would. You think I condone that sort of shit?” Arvyn’s hand gripped his bicep, but Kirill was too angry to watch his words or tone, even to his beloved.
Ra sighed and stood, still holding his mug. “You can what-if until the cows come home or the birds come to roost, or whatever it is you mortals say in situations like this. It won’t change anything. Yakov and his cronies are responsible for the horrors I saw firsthand in that barn, and Zeus and I ensured that the vampire council were called in. All of those people will live, and the two main perpetrators have been dealt with.”
“On your realm.” Kirill almost spat the words. “You sent them to your realm. They’re still breathing.”
“Only until you deem otherwise, my dear mate.” Ra quirked an eyebrow. “And believe me, it’s no fun being one of the few individuals breathing in the realm of the dead which is where I sent them. They are parked, where they can do no harm, until you determine what you want done with them. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have no wish to sit around and watch you smash any more of the things in my house. I’ll be in one of the other rooms if you need me.”
Kirill could only watch with impotent fury as Ra walked out of the room, knowing once again it’d been his words that sent the god away.
Chapter Seventeen
“You’ve got to snap out of it.” Arvyn desperately wanted to shake his mate until his teeth rattled, but Kirill was built like a mountain. “What were you thinking? You don’t go smashing things like a two-year-old throwing a tantrum.”
“What would you suggest I do then?” Kirill shrugged off his hand and Arvyn let him go, watching as Kirill went over and started picking up the bits of the cup he smashed. “You saw what I saw on those screens. How would you feel if that happened in your pack?”
Arvyn threw up his hands. “It wouldn’t happen in a pack because in a pack, shifters either work together or get the fuck out. We don’t have secrets from our pack members, one faction working against the common good. That would undermine the whole point of what a pack is about. But as to what I saw, I’m not angry. What’s the point of being angry? I hurt deep inside. My soul aches for those poor people, but I’m not throwing things around because of it.”
“I should’ve done something.” Kirill got up, glancing down at the smashed china in his hands. Then, looking around, he clearly couldn’t find a trash can and ended up putting the remains of the mug carefully in the corner of the wood box. “I’m angry, furious that all this went on under my nose and I didn’t have a hint that anything was wrong in the coven. People got hurt on my watch, some might have died, and it’s my responsibility.”
“Oh, my gods. Really? Well, fine. You sound pretty convinced to me. I suggest you turn yourself into the council then.” Arvyn sat on the couch, folding one of his legs underneath him and spreading his arm across the back of the couch. “If you’re that determined to be a martyr, then take full blame, tell the council you did it…”
“I didn’t do it.” Kirill’s fists were clenched as he came towards him, but Arvyn knew his vampire would never hurt him. “I would never do anything like that to another living being. I didn’t have anything to do with it, nothing at all. Everything we saw on those screens was all Yakov’s doing, him and that bastard Sven.”
Arvyn waited, letting his mate’s words hang in the air. It probably took a full minute, the tension between them stretching taut like a rubber band. But finally, Kirill’s hands relaxed, his shoulders slumped, and he rubbed his hand over his chin. “Oh, shit.”
“Oh, shit, is right.” Arvyn patted the space on the couch beside him. “More importantly, Ra was right. Come and sit down for a moment and explain to me why anger appears to be your go-to emotion for handling anything unpleasant, because I have to say, that could get tedious after a while.”
“It’s not as a rule – anger as a coping mechanism, I mean.” Wiping his hands on his pants, Kirill came around the coffee table and plunked down in the seat Arvyn indicated. “And I’m not making excuses either. It’s just… I just…”
Arvyn could feel the rigid tension in Kirill’s shoulder as he rested his hand there. “Are abused victims a trigger for you?” he asked quietly. “You said yourself, you’re very old, and historically shifters and vampires alike haven’t been overly fair in their treatment of humans.”
“There were shifters in that barn too, you know.”
That wasn’t something Arvyn was likely to forget in a hurry and the only reason Arvyn could stay so calm about it, was that he knew those poor shifters would get the very best of care now they’d been rescued. Of course, they were unlikely to ever go near another vampire again, but it wasn’t as though vampires were prolific and with time, counseling, and hopefully reuniting with some of their own kind, the affected shifters would get over their trauma.
Which wasn’t a discussion Arvyn wanted to have with Kirill, given he was a vampire, and their other mate Ra was sitting by himself in another room – or at least Arvyn hoped he was. Instead, he just nodded and hoped Kirill would explain.
“A vampire’s casual disregard for human life, and other paranormal beings, was one of the reasons why I started my own coven from a young age – well, young in vampire terms.” Kirill leaned against the back cushions. “The Master in the coven I grew up in had no time for donor rights – the humans in his coven were slaves. The Master’s hounds had more rights and privileges than any of the humans that kept us alive did. I hated the things I saw back then, but I was young and there was nothing I could do about it.”
“That must’ve been really tough for you.” Arvyn could see how Yakov’s crimes were made worse when viewed through a lens like Kirill’s upbringing. “But this anger… this is twice now, and you haven’t gotten angry at me, only at Ra and that’s not fair. We’re all equals in our relationship and he didn’t do anything to deserve your tantrum.”
To Arvyn’s surprise, Kirill started chuckling. It was a deep sound that started a fire in Arvyn’s belly. “Don’t you want to mess him up?”
“Mess up Ra?” Arvyn frowned. “How do you mean?”
“You know, ruffle his hair, strip him of his clothes. Kiss those lips until they puff up like overripe strawberries. Suck his cock. Fuck him. Feed from him. Claim him.”
“Oooh. That sort of mess him up.” Arvyn leaned back, tugging at the waistband of his jeans to try and get more room for his cock. “Yep, yes, I do, although I want to do that with you too. Except the feeding from you both because wolf shifters don’t do that. Is that what’s making you angry? You get shitty when you’re horny?”
“I’m not that bad. I usually have a solid control on myself and my emotions.” Kirill’s hand on his thigh was heavy. “But you said it yourself. Us vamps are understated, never showing high emotion, always keeping things dignified as though emotions are beneath us. But fuck, the things I want to do to the pair of you are probably still illegal in some places.”
“Getting shitty and throwing things isn’t one of the top ten ways to get a guy into bed,” Arvyn said keeping his tone light. The vampire was sharing, and from reading between the lines, it wasn’t something Kirill did very often. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re only getting angry with Ra and not me.”
“I know you understand me.” Kirill’s voice deepened, and Arvyn turned to face his mate as a strong hand curled around his nape. “We’re two of a kind – paranormals who’ve had to hide who we were from the regular population and yet we’ve survived. We live and laugh, feed and fuck whenever the mood hits us.”
Gods, I hope that mood hits you soon. “Agreed. So, what makes you think Ra is any different?” Arvyn could barely get the words out, his mind filled with porn starring himself, a cocky vamp, and a pretty god.
Kirill leaned right into his space, his whispered words sending a breath across Arvyn’s ear. “Do gods even have cocks? Do they have an ass built for plundering like we do?”
Arvyn reared back in shock. “What makes you think they don’t?” He remembered to keep his voice low just in the nick of time. If Ra heard them… That would be so embarrassing. “He looks like any other man to me – a very sexy, pretty man with a body to die for.”
“I know all that. I’ve got eyes.” Kirill glanced around the room and then back at Arvyn. “But, you know. Christianity and stuff like that. Angels being all holier than thou and never engaging in the sins of the flesh. Some people reckon that they don’t even have a hole to piss through, let alone a dick. Some say they don’t have any genitalia at all.”
“But Ra’s not an angel, he’s an ancient god.” Arvyn wondered where Kirill got his ideas from sometimes. “More importantly, Ra is a man. Definitely one who’s been around since the beginning of time, but that doesn’t matter. He’s been given to us to care for. Don’t you think you’re taking this whole ‘he’s a god anxiety thing’ too far? Ra looks perfectly normal to me and he smells amazing.”
“Ra looks like an angel, especially the way he’s looking at the moment.”
Kirill had a point about Ra’s looks, but somehow Arvyn didn’t think that the Fates in all their wisdom would provide either he or Kirill a mate they couldn’t fully claim in the ways of their kind. Which meant he needed to think logically with his head and not his dick and help Kirill get past his mental blocks about gods. “Paulie and Zeus have a kid,” Arvyn said, although he wasn’t sure how that happened, with them both being male. “And Egan sure looks like a combination of both of them. Plus… Plus, I’m sure I saw the edge of a claiming scar under Zeus’s shirt collar.”
“Damn, does that mean Zeus allowed Paulie…?”
“That’s none of our business,” Arvyn said quickly. He didn’t want to think about what Paulie and Zeus did in bed together, not when his head was still full of vampire/wolf/god porn. “But Paulie also mentioned other shifter god pairings like that Orin he keeps talking about who is mated to Thor. Nah. I’m sure gods have cocks, otherwise how would they make other gods?”
“Gods only knows.” Kirill chuckled again.
“You know,” Arvyn leaned right into Kirill’s space and sniffed up the side of his vampire’s thick neck, “we could always go and ask him. He is our mate, and you owe him one hell of an apology.”
“I know. Again.” Kirill tilted his chin up so Arvyn could get closer.
“Exactly, and you and I both know how a blow job is a great way to show an apology is sincere, along with other actions of a similar nature.”
“I’d give him a blow job,” Kirill groaned, probably thinking along similar lines to Arvyn. “I’d suck him down even if he had a dong the size of an elephant.”
“On a man that size, it’d be difficult for Ra to walk.” Taking a last sniff, Arvyn pulled back and stood, holding out his hand. “Come on then, let’s go do it.”
“We don’t know if gods feel the same way about sex and claiming as we do,” Kirill protested although he took the hand and got to his feet.
“But Ra isn’t a god with us, remember?” Arvyn tugged Kirill around the coffee table and headed down the hallway, vampire in tow. “He told us that with us he’s a man; our mate, our beloved, ours to love and hold. And it’s about bloody time we claimed him, don’t you think?”
“I’m going to have to bottom at some point, aren’t I?” Kirill grumbled. “Especially with a god in our midst.”
“If you’ve never done that before then you don’t know what you’ve been missing.” Arvyn looked back over his shoulder and winked. “It’ll be fun.”
“So long as I get to fuck someone before the night is over.” For all his grumbling, Kirill was now keeping pace with him. Arvyn used his nose, and scented out the room Ra had gone too, not that the diminutive god had gone far and Arvyn hadn’t expected him too.
But nothing had prepared Arvyn for when he opened the door. Ra was lying on a bed, not a stitch of clothing on him, and yes, that was one question answered. Ra very definitely had a cock and the tip of it was so red it looked painful, the way it was peeking out from Ra’s hand as the god manipulated himself.
Without thinking of the consequences, Arvyn sprinted into the room, leaping onto the bed. “Oh, fuck, mine,” he growled as he knocked Ra’s hand away and stretched his lips around the swollen flesh. Oh yes. Swallowing the length down to its root, Arvyn closed his eyes and inhaled, taking in the scent that was uniquely Ra. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. This is where I’m meant to be.
Chapter Eighteen
Thank you Fates. Ra hadn’t been sure if his little plan would work, especially not with the reticent Kirill. But as he leaned back, a low moan leaving his lips as his cock was swallowed by an enthusiastic Arvyn, he admitted to himself that the naked plan was a good one to keep in mind for his shifter mate at least.
Although his vampire didn’t seem to be immune to nakedness either. Kirill stalked towards the bed – there was no other word for it – his eyes blazing red, the bulge in his pants getting bigger every second. “Come here.” Ra didn’t have a lot of active brain cells left, most of what he did have were heading south to his dick. “You look like you’re needing.”
There were no words. Kirill was already stripping off his shirt as he bent over, the rags dropping to the floor as Ra had his breath taken away a second time. When was the last time I kissed, was kissed, am kissed? I’m being kissed, although kissed wasn’t the right word. Devoured maybe. Consumed, definitely. Mastered – oh, yes. It’s amazing what six hundred years of experience will do for a man.
Not that Ra cared who Kirill and Arvyn shared their bodies with before. Eternity was a very long time and Ra had spent the bulk of what felt like that long, alone. He’d had a few partners way back in the day, he’d enjoyed hundreds of concubines in his time, both men and women. But no one had made his body soar like the pair who were plundering him were doing now.
All the feelings Ra didn’t know he’d been missing, he was feeling them intensely. Passion. Arousal. Two sets of hands stroking him, petting his skin, tweaking those hots spots… Ra groaned again as Kirill left his lips and was scraping his fangs up and down Ra’s neck, stopping every now and then to raise a mark with his lips.
Arvyn though… Ra reached down. It wasn’t as though he could see much of his lower half with Kirill looming over him. But his hand found Arvyn’s hair and Ra wove his fingers through it, lightly scratching on the scalp beneath. Arvyn didn’t seem to mind, his low hum sending vibrations around Ra’s cock, threatening to send him over the edge.
But Kirill was just as exciting in a different way. Ra had always assumed vampires were oral fixated – they would have to be given how they took their main nourishment. But Kirill’s mouth was teasing him, sending ripples of pleasure through Ra’s body.
Ra had to touch. There was nothing standoffish about Kirill anymore. His solid chest rippled under Ra’s fingers and Ra dared to reach lower, stroking over abs that flexed as Kirill humped the bed, his fingers brushing over the waistband of the vampire’s pants.
Arvyn pulled off and Ra moaned in protest. “Can I take you?” the wolf growled, and it was the wolf because when Ra turned his head to stare at the vibrant shifter, that otherworldly presence was there in his eyes. “Will you bottom for us?”
“Vers…” Ra’s head fell back as Kirill’s mouth pulled on his nipple. “Versatile. Will you let me… after?”
“Damn straight I will.” Arvyn seemed distracted, looking around. “You got any lube here?”
Lube? Lube? Lubricant! Right. “I can… Oh, my stars, Kirill.” Ra struggled to get his brain to work. Kirill’s hand had joined his mouth, tugging at Ra’s neglected nipple. “I’m prepped,” he yelled. “Fucked me. Fuck. Me. Damn it. Claim me.”
The delicious pressure on his nipples eased and Ra looked up to see Kirill standing over him, his eyes bright red and his fangs clearly visible. For a split-second Ra was unsure. Had he broken some unspoken rule by telling Arvyn his wolfen mate could claim him first? But then he noticed, how Kirill’s hands were framing an indecent bulge in his pants and Ra’s confidence returned. “Pull that out and let me see.” Ra licked his lips. “Feed it to me.”
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At over six hundred years old, Kirill had done a lot of things and three to a bed wasn’t new to him. Hell, orgies were common back in the days when taking blood from a donor was the norm. But seeing Ra, his leg held aloft by a now naked Arvyn, the wolf staring at Ra’s behind like he’d found heaven – nothing had ever been so beautiful or arousing in Kirill’s eyes.
Kirill longed to slice his fangs into his beloved’s neck, take a mouthful of the goodness he’d experienced just a drop of before. But Kirill was also a man, a man with needs and when Ra licked his lips a second time, the desire on his flushed face obvious, Kirill wasn’t stupid enough to refuse. Whipping his pants off in record time, Kirill only had time to thank the fates he didn’t wear underwear or socks, before fisting his cock and holding it against those sinful lips.
