When Three Points Collide: Ra's Story, page 18
“You didn’t want to do that?” Kirill wondered what Ra used to do all day.
“It wasn’t considered seemly for the Father of Everything to run a shop.” Ra shrugged. “This is the meet and greet hall. The rooms off to the side are for private chats with select people. If anyone has turned up to celebrate our union, they will be in the throne room.” He headed down a long, corridor which had a ceiling height that extended at least three stories high.
“Hey, hang on.” Kirill caught Ra’s arm, turning him around. “Why would Seth tell you he’s arranged a celebration and then have no one turn up?” Kirill could only imagine how embarrassing that would be.
“Because he’s an asshole, we all know that.” Ra shrugged. “It’s fine. We’ll head to the throne room, Seth will smirk, I’ll show you around and then we’ll head back to earth. We can go back to Ireland if you like, or…”
“I should go back to the coven at some stage, even if it’s just to grab some clothes.” Kirill didn’t mind that Ra could zap up anything they needed with just a thought, but he did have some personal things he’d like to collect even if it was just to put them in storage.
“Oh, my gods.” Arvyn slapped his hand over his mouth as his voice echoed down the corridor. “I will have a humongous hotel bill to pay if I want to grab my stuff. I hadn’t even thought about it. See what you guys do to me?”
“I can take care of the bill,” Kirill promised. “Remember, we’re fully claimed now,” he added as Arvyn looked like he was going to object. “What’s mine is yours and all that stuff.”
“Well you guys both got the bad end of the stick then,” Arvyn shook his head. “Everything I own fits into two bags.”
“Arvyn, babe, you make us smile every day,” Ra called over his shoulder. “That sort of thing is priceless. This,” he waved his hand at the huge walls, “not so much.” He paused in front of two more huge doors – these ones were elaborately carved. Kirill noted the large disc above the head of a falcon that sat in the center of it. “There are times I hate my job. Are you sure you don’t want to…?”
“Whatever is behind those doors we can face together,” Kirill said firmly. “I take it you already know it’s not the celebration that you were called here for?”
“More like a confrontation with one of my sons who has lost his way,” Ra said sadly. “Someone who really shouldn’t be here.” Letting out a long breath, Ra raised his hands, blowing open the doors. Keeping to Ra’s right, while Arvyn flanked his left side, the three men strode into another huge room that was empty except for a raised stage, and two men.
One of them was Seth. The other… Kirill stared in horror at the gaunt figure. His dark hair looked like it hadn’t seen a brush in months and his beard looked capable of swallowing a dozen bird’s nests. His clothes were in rags, but it was his eyes that worried Kirill. Whoever that person was, he wasn’t sane.
“What is the meaning of this?” Ra waved his arm in a circular motion. Where one throne stood on the stage, there was now three. Another wave, and Kirill found himself sitting on one of them, Ra in the middle and Arvyn sitting on the throne on the other side of him. “Are you that far gone in your hatred of me, Seth, that you’d deliberately go against my orders regarding Thoth?”
“Thoth was the only one interested in meeting your mates.” Seth grinned, showing all his teeth.
“Liar,” Arvyn said quickly. “I can smell it. Chances are no one from this place even knows Ra has mates.”
Kirill tensed as Seth glared. “Who is this guy, Ra? I recognize the name but…”
“There was a time when Thoth was vitally important to this realm and to our people,” Ra said sadly. “He was the god of wisdom and magic, among other things. Unfortunately, for all his brains, Thoth let himself be taken by Poseidon at one point, resulting in a son – Artemas who is now mated to Silvanus. He tried all sorts to slander Artemas, who is a wonderful man, even going to the point of trying to claim Silvanus for his own. I didn’t know how bad things had gotten, but this…” Ra huffed.
“Your fuck-buddies needed to see.” Seth came closer, tugging Thoth along with him. “They needed to see how the great and magnanimous Ra treats his people. Tell them Thoth. Tell these mortals what Ra did to you.”
“Ra? My father is here?” Thoth looked around, but only he would know what he was seeing. “Is Poseidon with him? Sei loves me you know. Oh, if we’re meeting Ra and Sei then I must…”
“You’re pathetic, you old fool. That’s not why you’re here.” Seth shoved Thoth closer to the stage. “Tell these men how Ra imprisoned you, took you from your home and incarcerated you in his library under the sands for all time.”
“Ra? He was showing me his library.” Thoth didn’t seem to realize where he was. “I am the only one our Father trusts…”
“Why would you do this, Seth?” Kirill glanced over – Ra had tears streaming down his pale face. “Do you know how much it killed me to see one of my own in this state? His mind and power gone – sacrificed to the magic simply because he was jealous of his own son? A son he wouldn’t even acknowledge until Artemas and Silvanus claimed each other? How could you? What does all this achieve?”
“They needed to see.” Seth pointed at Kirill and Arvyn. “They needed to see what the depths of your cruelty could do to one of your own, your kin.”
“I didn’t do this,” Ra shouted. “This was Thoth’s doing. All I tried to do was protect him from himself and to keep Artemas and Silvanus safe. Artemas longed for Thoth’s love and attention for thousands of years, and Thoth completely ignored him. My grandson was so scarred from the neglect he suffered, he pushed away the Fates’ gift to him at first. What would you have me do when the only person who can help Thoth is Thoth himself?”
Kirill wasn’t keen on the thrones. They were too far apart for a start. Getting up, making sure to keep an eye on Seth, Kirill stood by Ra’s side, resting his hand on his shoulder. Arvyn was also watching Seth, his wolf lurking behind his eyes. “It’s all right, babe.” Kirill really didn’t think Ra getting so upset was good for the baby he was carrying, even if he wasn’t showing yet. “Can you send Thoth back to where he came from. He’s looking like he doesn’t know where he is.”
“He doesn’t know. His mind is completely blown.” Ra turned, pressing into Kirill’s side. “Thoth still believes Poseidon cares for him, when in effect, Sei only fucked him in the first place to win a bet with Zeus. His jealousy and hatred of his son grew with every century, but it didn’t come to a head until Artemas and Silvanus claimed each other. The Mother, the Mother of us all blessed Artemas with the Tree of Life as a mating gift, and I think for Thoth that was the final straw. When I saw what Thoth had done to himself… He can’t be taken out of the fabric of life, millions would die…”
“But he can’t be allowed to run around causing havoc either.” Kirill understood. He didn’t think Seth did though. “Seth mentioned your library. Is that where Thoth was being held?”
“Don’t talk about me as if I wasn’t here.” Seth stalked forward, a brilliant sword suddenly appearing in his hand. “You have no business being here. This is the realm for the gods of Egypt, not malignant mortals who would hang onto our Father like leeches.”
“Put your sword away, Seth,” Ra snapped. “Now.”
“No.” Seth swung his sword from one hand to the other. “This mating business is a sham. There is no such thing as fated mates. Mates is just a term paranormals use to get their own way, suck the life out of unsuspecting gods, using them and abusing them, before the god gets tossed aside like last week’s trash. I’ll…”
“Is that why you didn’t tell the others that Ra has mates?” Arvyn asked. “Because you don’t believe in them?” He stood up, gripping the neck of his shirt and ripping it. “What’s this then, asshole?” He pointed to the tattoo Ra left as his claiming mark. “This was left by your beloved Ra; this mark tells everyone from any realm or species that I’ve been claimed. Ra claimed me as his own, and our beloved Kirill wears the same tattoo. This is proof…”
Arvyn ducked as Seth’s sword slashed across where he stood, and seconds later his oversized wolf form replaced him. The wolf lunged, faster than Kirill had ever seen him move before, and Seth fell to the ground, rolling and slashing…
“NO!” Kirill roared, his own second form bursting free as the smell of Arvyn’s blood hit the air. He dove into where the wolf and man were fighting, grabbing hold of Seth’s sword arm and breaking it with his bare hands. The sword fell to the floor with a clatter. Arvyn was trying to get to Seth’s throat. Kirill’s claws slashed through Seth’s abdomen causing the god to curl over in pain, before he punched Seth’s jaw hard enough to make him fall over backwards. That was all Arvyn needed, his huge teeth latching onto Seth’s throat…
“Enough!”
The Ra that stood on the edge of the stage was full of power and fury. “Seth, get on your knees before me.”
Arvyn shimmied back, leaving Seth to rub his throat with his unbroken hand. “My Lord,” Seth gasped as he tried to get up.
“I said get on your knees.”
When Seth didn’t move, Kirill grabbed him, flipping him over onto his knees, and pushing his head down towards the marble.
“You were warned Seth.” Ra’s robes brushed against Kirill as he suddenly appeared in front of them. “For daring to swing a sword at my fated mate, I sentence you…”
“You can’t make me live among the dead.” Seth sounded horrified.
“I don’t intend to,” Ra sneered. “Osiris has done nothing to deserve being tormented by your presence. He seeks the quiet life, and he has every right to it. No. You will join the living. I am stripping you of the bulk of your powers and sending you to earth. You will still be able to feed, clothe and look after yourself, but I suggest you get a job. In six months’ time, you will present yourself to me and my mates, and apologize. If an apology isn’t forthcoming, then you will suffer the same punishment for another six months and another and another, until you learn some damn respect for me and the men who mean more to me than anything.”
“My Lord, please…” Seth was shaking his head. “You don’t understand. Vampires are like the winter to your sun and that wolf will leave you broken before the year is done – heed my words.”
“Heed mine. The punishment is set by my decree for I am still the Father of Everything.” Kirill felt a waft of power and then Seth was gone.
“My Lord. Ra. Is that you?” Thoth stumbled over, his hand trying to flatten the mess of his hair. “Did you call me?”
“Not this time, Thoth,” Ra said kindly. “It’s time for you to get back to the library.”
“Oh yes. The library. Thank you, Ra, there’s so much I need to do.” For a moment, Kirill could see the kind of god Thoth used to be, and then he was gone too.
“Well.” Kirill looked down at his transformed self. Just as he suspected, he was a lot bigger than he used to be and his razor-sharp claws were almost a foot long. “So much for the celebrations. Did you have anywhere else you wanted to share with us before we blow this popsicle stand?”
“What’s a popsicle?” Ra tilted his head slightly to one side.
Kirill chuckled as he transformed to his human side, Arvyn shimmering through his change beside him. “Somewhere where we can get more clothes?” Kirill asked with a grin, standing in his now tattered shirt and pants.
“Hmm.” Kirill could feel the heat of Ra’s eyes as the god eyed them both up and down. “I’m not sure clothes are necessary right now.” Kirill felt a tug on his cells, and suddenly he, Arvyn and Ra were transported onto one of the softest beds Kirill had ever felt. Better yet, somehow Ra’s robes hadn’t made the journey with him. Kirill pounced.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Ra’s soul hurt and his mind reeled with confusion. Seth’s anger, usually hidden by snide comments and passive aggression, had never been so blatant. To involve Thoth – to move Thoth from the library Ra insisted he stay in when the god showed how unstable he’d become – was a punch firmly below the belt. Ra carried a lot of grief about Thoth. He blamed himself for not realizing how deep-set and damaging Thoth’s jealousy over his son had been. By the time Ra had been told, Thoth’s mind and magic were mere shadows of what they used to be and Ra had no choice but to ensure the once wise god couldn’t do any further damage to himself or others.
His mates were the only ray of sunlight on an otherwise bleak day. Ra wasn’t worried about other members of his pantheon’s failure to show up for his celebration. He doubted Seth told anyone about his mates – his hatred of them clear even if Ra didn’t understand why the man felt that way. Seth hadn’t even taken the time to get to know Kirill or Arvyn, he just hated them on sight. I just don’t understand.
So now, all Ra wanted was to lose himself in his mates. He was still in his godly form, not that his size seemed to be causing any problems for either of the men he’d been claimed by. Kirill had jumped on him the moment their backs hit the bed, his hands (sans claws) tracing every one of Ra’s hot spots, while his lips were devouring Ra’s like a man possessed and his cock was rubbing up against Ra’s hip.
Arvyn had his own agenda, his mouth encasing Ra’s cock, his head bobbing up and down. Ra groaned as Arvyn’s fingers breached him, and he quickly thought about lube. His mates were used to his magical prep by now. Although, Arvyn made a noise of surprise as his fingers suddenly found little resistance as they pushed up against Ra’s hole.
Yes, I’m in my bigger form. I don’t look like your lovable twink right now, but I still need – I need you both to possess me. Flinging his legs wide open, Ra hoped his mates got the message. He clung to Kirill’s shoulders, tugging his mate closer, his hands running down his vampire’s broad back to knead his ass.
Arvyn pulled off Ra’s cock with a pop, and Ra moaned against Kirill’s lips in protest. Every nerve ending was on fire and he felt like he was going to split out of his skin. But then Arvyn’s weight was against his back, tilting Ra to one side. Ra went willingly, his body resting on Kirill’s who’d moved to accommodate them both.
Kirill cupped his head, his fingers pressing in his hair as he rained kisses across Ra’s cheeks, his jaw and neck. Ra panted as he felt the blunt end of Arvyn’s cock against his hole. He pushed back, needing the possession, needing to be filled, but Kirill pulled him forward again, stopping Arvyn’s penetration. “Do you trust us, beloved?” Kirill’s eyes were flashing red, his mouth an angry slash against his dark scruff.
“Always.” Ra didn’t know what his mates were planning but he didn’t care. Kirill rolled until his back was firmly on the mattress, and Ra went with him. He went to sit up, happy to sit on Kirill’s cock if Arvyn was busy, but Kirill’s hands on his butt had him scooting up enough, so that Kirill could curl his hips up. Ra felt the nudge of Kirill’s cock demanding entrance and he allowed it, moaning as he felt the wide head breach him.
Once again Ra tried to sit up, and Kirill allowed it, but only halfway. Arvyn was back, at his back, his fingers tracing up and down Ra’s crack. When they circled his widened hole, Ra groaned, pushing out as Arvyn’s finger pushed in.
“Can you do it?” Arvyn’s hair brushed against Ra’s tingling shoulders as his words whispered in his ear. “Can you take us both?”
All Ra could do was moan, bearing down on Arvyn’s fingers. He wanted it, by all that was holy, he wanted that more than he could breathe.
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Arvyn wasn’t a mind reader and apart from when he was in his wolf form, he’d never tried to communicate with his mates mentally, relying on mood shifts across their bond to keep him aware of what was going on. But whether it was because Ra was still in his godly form, or because they were on another realm, or maybe Arvyn was just more open to receiving messages with his wolf still pumped from the fight with Seth. Whatever it was, Arvyn heard Ra’s pleas to be possessed. He could feel the tension in his mate’s larger frame, feel that urge to fly apart. And when Kirill’s suggestion whispered through his mind as he eased his way into Ra’s body… he could take both of us in this form… Arvyn’s cock leapt at the suggestion.
And now as he looked down, watching where his second finger joined his first, stretching Ra’s hole that was already tight around Kirill’s wide cock, his length bobbed in anticipation. Ra’s legs were splayed wide, his longer form making it easy for Kirill to kiss and nip at his face. Arvyn focused on his end, carefully easing a third finger in alongside his others, making sure his fingernails didn’t nick Ra’s skin, or Kirill’s solid cock.
Another surge of magic and suddenly there was a lot more lube around his fingers. Arvyn grinned. Ra might be sucking Kirill’s lips like his life depended on it, his fingers leaving indents in Kirill’s shoulders, but he hadn’t forgotten the wolf at his back. Arvyn flexed his fingers against Kirill’s cock, causing the vampire to shudder.
Do it. Do it. Two men, two pleas. Arvyn heard them both and with one last wiggle of his fingers, he carefully withdrew them from Ra’s hole, using the additional lube to add to that already on his dick. Up on his knees, holding the base of his cock firmly, because lord knows Arvyn was ready to blow just from the sexy sight, he traced the head of his cock over the base of Kirill’s following it up until it was pressed against the rim of Ra’s hole.
Ra froze in anticipation, Kirill did too. It was as if both men were waiting, the only sound was their harsh panting. Looking down, Arvyn took a shaky breath of his own, and started to push. Ra’s already stretched muscles were resisting and using his free hand, Arvyn pressed on the skin above the hole, teasing it upwards, encouraging the muscles to relax. Another brush of magic in the air and more lube oozed out of Ra’s hole.
You are such a sweetheart. Arvyn pushed harder, groaning as Ra’s body swallowed the head of his cock. It was tight, tighter than Arvyn could possibly imagine, and Arvyn puffed out hard as his balls tightened. There was no way he was going to abuse such a trusting gift by coming too soon.
