Thirst (Hellish #4)(36)

For half a second, Baptiste froze at the unexpected move. His body didn’t care what Baptiste thought about the situation. It knew its mate. The moment Kallus’ tongue touched the corner of his mouth, Baptiste opened for him. His entire body lit as their tongues met. It was the first time they’d ever been able to kiss like this. He’d always tried hard not to envy Eirik for his freedom with Kallus’ body. Now everything was his. Eirik’s lips skimmed Baptiste’s nape. His short fingernails skimmed Baptiste’s sides as he dragged Baptiste’s shirt up. Baptiste pulled away from Kallus only long enough for Eirik to pull the material over his head and toss it aside. Then he was back, savoring Kallus’s kiss.

Eirik tore at Baptiste’s clothes. Baptiste let it happen. He no longer cared about anything beyond the need to connect with the other pieces of his soul. Baptiste went for the button of Kallus’ pants. Kallus fell back across the mattress and let Baptiste have his way. For a moment, with Eirik’s mouth caressing every new inch of Baptiste’s skin he bared, Baptiste had to stop and breathe through the lust.

“Look what I found,” Eirik said, sounding triumphant. “Someone uses this room,” he added as he tossed a bottle of lube on the bed next to Kallus.

Baptiste snatched it up. “Good.” His gaze met Kallus’s. The man looked half crazed with desire. “I’ll need this.”

“Goddamn,” Kallus breathed, sounding every bit as turned on as he appeared.

Baptiste took his time, stripping Kallus bare and oiling the man’s asshole. Eirik reached past him, snagged Kallus’ legs, and hauled the man to the edge of the bed.

His hot breath brushed Baptiste’s ear as he urged Kallus’ legs higher. “Fuck him, Little Mouse. He’s been waiting for too long, and I’m out of patience.” The growled confession nearly buckled Baptiste’s knees. Kallus held his stare as Baptiste pushed his way inside. The way the demon bit his lip before gasping, as if in heaven, almost had Baptiste coming. Then, Eirik took control, fingering Baptiste’s asshole before impaling him with his cock. Baptiste saw stars. Kallus was twice as hot as any other man would be on his dick. Baptiste needed a moment to center himself but Eirik didn’t let him have it. Eirik set their pace. The entire bed rocked, scraping across the hardwood floor as Eirik slammed inside Baptiste, pushing Baptiste deeper inside Kallus.

Baptiste kissed any body part he could reach, losing himself to the moment. It was hot as hell, watching Kallus struggle for air and tug at his cock—like he was crazed from the havoc Baptiste wreaked on his body. Sexy images filled Baptiste’s head. He wanted his men’s cocks in his mouth. Baptiste craved the sensation of having them fill his ass at the same time. Eirik’s fangs pierced his skin without warning. Baptiste cried out. Eirik’s grip tightened on Baptiste’s throat. An orgasm slammed into him, stealing his every thought. Nothing but the pleasure existed. The ecstasy of Eirik’s cock stretching him wide while pops of electricity danced on his dick, forcing him to fill Kallus’ ass with cum, was the only thing he knew. He couldn’t stop writhing and reaching for more. Scalding hot cum coated his stomach as Kallus’ orgasm joined his. Still, even with Kallus’ cries bouncing from the walls, Baptiste couldn’t stop fucking him.

“You are both mine,” Eirik growled as he came.

The claim had Baptiste crying out. There was a tug in his chest, letting him know the declaration had been more than just words. Eirik, the god and protector of the gateway, had just demanded recognition of his mates. It had been an open claim in his new form. Nothing could undo those words. Kallus and he belonged to Eirik. They were a god’s mates.

Even after they collapsed into a sweaty, cum-soaked mess, and the cool air dried their skin, Baptiste waited for the regret to rush in. It didn’t come. He held tighter to his men, tugging them closer until he could barely breathe. Goddess help him, he loved them more than he loved himself. His eyes burned with unshed tears. There was nothing he wouldn’t endure as long as they lived and loved him in return.

Eirik’s lips brushed his cheek, as if he felt Baptiste’s pain. “Stop thinking, Little Mouse. I love you. If anyone ever comes for us again, I won’t make the same mistakes. Nothing breaks this,” he said, tightening his hold on them both.

Kallus pressed his forehead to Baptiste’s and nodded while holding his gaze. “Never again. I can’t ever be separated from either of you again. I can’t,” he repeated, sounding every bit as broken as Baptiste had felt for the past three years. Baptiste knew then, the suffering hadn’t been his alone. He’d wanted to prove he was strong, but—really—all he’d done was prove to himself he was weak. Without these men, he was incomplete. He could exist without them. That he knew, but he couldn’t live without them, and that wasn’t at all the same.

For a long time, they held each other. Even though Baptiste knew he wouldn’t sleep, he closed his eyes and held tight. Although he was a Druid and believed in the elements above all else, he still prayed to Odin. He begged the Norse god to keep their union safe from ever dealing with anything like this again. In that bed, while holding his mates, he believed his prayers were heard.





10





The absolute silence penetrated his mind first. Followed closely by the knowledge he had his life back again. Eirik’s eyes shot open, needing to see his mates resting beside him. The bed was empty. A shot of fear punched him in the gut. If Baptiste and Kallus were gone, it would kill him. His gaze shot around the room. The wards were broken. Turning inside himself, he searched for any signs of his mates. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he felt them. They were nearby. He could feel them and hear them. Only happy thoughts ruled their minds. For a moment, Eirik didn’t move. He basked in their combined glow. The drive to hold them again and kiss them had him throwing the covers back. He rushed through getting dressed.