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Chapter 12

Adventures with…the Triad

DAGON

E ver since discovering that Lucky had never had a proper birthday celebration, Dima and I had gone out of our way to make the day special for him.

I’d thought we’d hit the peak last year with our primal night. We’d enjoyed stalking Lucky through the woods almost as much as he’d enjoyed being caught. So much so, in fact, that we’d repeated it three times since.

Today though, I thought we’d topped it.

“I can’t believe you brought me to Italy,” Lucky said as our taxi raced through the streets. And I do mean raced. Even with Lucky being as immortal as us, both Dimitri and I had cast compulsion nets over him. Italian drivers could give Lucky a run for his money. I loved our mate, but there was no denying he was a liability behind the wheel. “We’re really here. How long for?”

“For two whole weeks,” Dimitri said, brushing a kiss against his temple. “A week here in Sorrento, three nights in Rome, three in Venice, then one in Pisa.”

Lucky’s eyes went wide. “Stop. Are we going to Herculaneum?”

“And Pompeii,” I said, grinning at the sheer delight emanating from Lucky’s end of the bond. “We wouldn’t come all this way and not take you there.”

Lucky sighed, taking one of our hands in each of his. “You truly are the best. Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank us.” I squeezed his hand lightly while exchanging a grin with Dimitri over Lucky’s head. It had almost killed us keeping this secret from him, but it was so worth it.

“Although, Dagon and I have been to all of these places before,” Dimitri said. “Not in a while, to be fair.”

I snorted. “‘A while.’ Try a few centuries.”

Dima shrugged. “Meh. It’s mainly ruins. How much could have changed since then?”

I gestured at the metropolis whizzing past outside the windows. “About as much as the rest of the modern world.”

“Plus, the ruins probably weren’t ruins when you were last here,” Lucky added. “I imagine they were actual buildings.”

“Oi.” I tickled his ribs. “What are you trying to say?”

“That you two are old as hell,” Lucky said before pursing his lips while thinking. “Scratch that, you’re not quite as old as Hell. Close though.”

“He’s not wrong.” Laughter filled Dimitri’s voice. I couldn’t stop the adoring smile that spread across my face at the sound. He laughed so often these days, yet, every time, it lit me from within as though it were the first time I was hearing it. “Especially Rome. I haven’t been there since before World War Two. Have you?”

“You know I haven’t.”

Given I’d spent almost the entire twentieth century trapped in Hell, there were lots of places I hadn’t seen.

I’d spoken the words casually, not even thinking them through, but guilt and shame echoed through the bond, making me curse under my breath. “Dima, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know.” He tried to smile, but it was more of a grimace. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie.” Lucky grabbed our mate’s chin, pulling him down to kiss him gently. “We communicate, remember? Dagon didn’t mean to upset you, and while I understand your guilt, it’s misplaced. Now, let’s focus on all the gelato shops you’re going to take me to. There are gelato shops, right?”

Just like that, the sting was gone.

I reached over Lucky’s shoulders to clasp the back of Dimitri’s neck. He leaned back into my touch while listing the many gelato shops near our hotel.

This was why we’d not worked for centuries. It hadn’t been because we were broken, or because we weren’t destined for one another. It was just that part of us had been missing. Without Lucky, we couldn’t function. He didn’t just give us himself to love, but each other too.

Many worshipped God. Some chose Lucifer. Others opted for nothing at all.

Dima and me? We worshipped at the feet of our human mate, who’d given us more happiness than we’d ever thought possible.

* * *

Dimitri

O ur first few days in Sorrento passed in a blissful haze.

We’d spent lazy hours wandering the streets of the old town, sampling limoncello from the various sellers. Lucky’s face pinched with every shot he tried, but he always insisted on trying the next place, just in case he liked it better.

He did not.

We lazed by the pool, basking in the summer heat. Swam in the crystal blue waters of the Mediterranean. Ate in family run tavernas. Walked for miles, exploring the beautiful landscape.

Lucky had wanted to take the bus tour up the Amalfi Coast, but after the white-knuckled taxi ride, neither Dagon nor myself had been willing to get into another vehicle unless absolutely necessary. Instead, we flew the route, taking it in turns to carry Lucky. Turned out this was a much better idea all round. We were able to see the panoramic vistas from a whole new perspective, and whenever Lucky saw something that caught his eye, we descended to explore.

The biggest bonus though, was that there was no chance of Lucky being sent plummeting to the waters below. Lucky had argued that the buses would’ve been fine, pointing out how many of them made the Amalfi drive on a daily basis. We’d taken one look at them careening around the hairpin bends, a cliff on one side and ocean on the other, and put our feet down. Yes, Lucky would survive if the worst did happen, but the trauma he’d be subjected to?

Nope. We weren’t doing that.

Today and tomorrow, we were hitting the spots at the top of Lucky’s list—Pompeii and Herculaneum. Most tourists could do both in a day, but we knew that wouldn’t be long enough to satisfy Lucky. We hadn’t made plans for our final day here either, just in case there was something he wanted to come back to.

We didn’t bother with the audio tour or a guide as we strolled into Pompeii. There was little they’d be able to tell us that Lucky didn’t already know.

And if there were things he didn’t know, or that historians and archaeologists had got wrong, that was where we came in. We’d visited this area many times before it was destroyed. It had been a meeting point for us. Somewhere we could escape together, blending into the human crowds and hiding from our responsibilities for a little while.

I’d been topside the day Vesuvius had erupted. I’d been over a hundred miles away, but I’d felt the subtle vibration under my feet. My supe ears had picked up the explosion.

In a world before bombs and technology, I’d known there was only one event that could cause that kind of reaction.

I took to the skies in a heartbeat, turning towards Pompeii. I didn’t hesitate, despite knowing we weren’t supposed to involve ourselves in human catastrophes such as this one.

How could I not? It had represented such happiness for Dagon and I. The people there had been kind and welcoming.

It didn’t take me long to get there, but when I landed it was already too late. The pyroclastic flows were wiping out everything in their path. Ash covered everything, making it hard for even my eyes to make anything out.

The deathly silence told me everything I needed to know. There wasn’t anyone here to save. I just had to pray that some had escaped before the flow had started. There would’ve been pumice rain first, so hopefully some had understood the warning signs and fled.

Many wouldn’t have though.

Soft footsteps landed beside me, a familiar wing brushing against my own. “No. Satan, why?”

“Satan is not to blame for this,” I said darkly. I did not say anything more. To do so would be treason, but I knew both Dagon and I were thinking it.

There was someone who could intercede on behalf of humans, but she did not. Not in situations like this. Free will was always the reason given.

As though these souls had chosen to be in the path of a volcano as it erupted.

“The House of Trittolemo.” Lucky’s excited voice pulled me out of the past. “Look at the height of those pillars. Can you believe this survived?”

A memory of the ash-induced darkness flashed through my mind. “No, little one, I can’t.”

Lucky’s arm came around my waist as he read my feelings through the bond. “Is this too hard? We can leave if you like.”

“No, it’s fine.” I reached out a hand to Dagon, drawing him to me. “If anything, it’s nice to be here with you both knowing we’re complete now. That we don’t have to hide.”

Dagon kissed my cheek, then Lucky’s. “No hiding for any of us, ever again.”

* * *

Lucky

T he past two weeks had flown by. I would have thought I’d feel sad about it, but strangely, I didn’t. How could I when I knew we had hundreds, if not thousands, of years ahead of us?

As a human, it had been one of the hardest things for me to wrap my head around. The odds of me reaching old age had seemed minuscule when I’d been on the run from Grant. Now they were minuscule for a different reason. I’d reach that age, but my body wouldn’t. I had countless years ahead of me. Time to travel back here as often as I liked.

With my mates. The two beings who made living all this time worth it.

The final stop on our Italian tour was in Pisa. We’d eaten lunch in the historic Borgo Stretto before exploring Piazza dei Cavalieri and the Duomo di Pisa. I’d cast a careful eye over both my mates as we’d stepped inside the famous cathedral. They’d both assured me they’d be safe, but I couldn’t help but check in case they did burst into flames. They were demons, after all. You couldn’t blame me for being paranoid.

Our day had finished up at the leaning tower. After taking cheesy touristy pictures of us holding up the tower with Dagon and batting my eyelashes at Dimitri until he joined us, I’d had a flash of inspiration.

Hours later, we were back in our hotel room, about to turn my inspiration into reality.

“I mean, I’m down for this,” Dagon said, already squeezing lube onto his palm, “but I can’t see how it’s different from anything we’ve done before.”

I reclined against the pillows, ignoring my aching cock as I ogled my two naked mates. “It’s different because we’re in Italy.”

Dimitri snagged my ankle, making me squeak as he hauled me down the bed. “So it’s not an Eiffel Tower, but the Leaning Tower of Pisa?”

“Exactly.” I grinned up at my dark-haired mate. “I knew you’d get it.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Sorry, little one, but I’m with Dagon. It’s not any different.”

I sighed dramatically and rolled onto my front. I spread my knees apart a little. “Fine. If Dagon doesn’t want to make out with you while he fucks me, that’s okay. I don’t have to suck you off at the same time either.”

The heat in the room increased as I casually lifted my hand to my rear, stroking along the crease. “I’m perfectly happy getting off on my own if you want to get hung up on semantics. You two can sit over there and watch.”

I went to slide my fingers deeper, but as expected, a large hand encircled my wrist before I could.

“We didn’t say that, little one.”

I let Dimitri flip me over. Flames flickered in his eyes as he joined me on the bed. I twisted to see Dagon doing the same on the other side. Unlike Dima, he wore a slight smirk.

“Well played, darling,” he murmured in my ear as Dimitri kissed his way down my chest.

I grinned at him. “I may have learned a trick or two about how to get my own way.”

Dimitri snorted from his position by my belly button. “A trick or two he says.”

My clever comeback died on my lips as Dimitri’s tongue suddenly swiped up the length of my shaft. “Fuck yes, Dima.”

Both my men were talented with their mouths, but I couldn’t deny that Dimitri’s piercings gave him an edge. He knew how to use them, too. The way the ball on his tongue running along my taint made me shiver. How the ring in his lip pressed against the divot at the head of my cock made me moan.

While he sucked me into his mouth, slick fingers brushed over my hole. I gave a small yelp that quickly turned into a groan as Dimitri started to work me open.

I’d really hit the jackpot with these two. There’d been a time when I’d hated being a virgin, but now I was so glad I’d waited.

Dagon and Dimitri made every encounter special.

While Dimitri set about driving me crazy with his mouth and fingers, Dagon decided to do the same on the upper half of my body. He kissed me deeply, swallowing the moans Dimitri was dragging from me before making his way along my jaw. Down my neck. Across my collarbones.

By the time he laved his tongue over one of my nipples, I was about ready to combust. Really, I had no idea why people shit on poly relationships. If anyone ever made a comment about it in real life, I usually told them about the love we shared. About how our hearts were too big for just one person to fill them. But maybe I should start telling them about this instead. That having two hot-as-sin men worshipping my body was literally the best thing ever.

Fuckers didn’t know what they were missing.

Lust echoed between all of us as I rode Dimitri’s fingers. I glanced down to see Dagon’s hand in Dimitri’s hair, and the sight had my orgasm close. Too close. “Stop!”

My mates pulled off instantly. I didn’t need to explain that they hadn’t done anything wrong. The bond told them everything they needed to know. Along with years of us being together now.

Giving me the break I needed, Dagon practically tackled Dimitri. They fell onto the bed next to me. An onlooker might have mistaken their movements for wrestling, but I knew better. This was how they were with each other when I wasn’t in between them. Grappling. Hard. Dominating. Their mouths and bodies clashed with a combination of desire and frustration that made me fucking ache to watch.

In a good way. My men loved each other as fervently as they loved me, and that was hot as fuck.

Dimitri bit down on Dagon’s shoulder. “You going to let me fuck you too, baby?”

“If you behave,” Dagon said.

Dimitri shot me a wink. “I always behave, don’t I, little one?”

I rolled my eyes, knowing better than to get involved in that one. Instead, I twisted until I was on my hands and knees. “Why don’t you both come over here and show me how you like to misbehave?”

Dagon let go of Dima with a predatory growl, but before he could go anywhere, Dima grabbed his throat. “Don’t you dare fucking come, Dagon.”

My blue-haired mate smirked down at Dimitri. “Same goes.”

He released Dagon, who immediately came up behind me. Despite knowing Dimitri had prepped me, he still added some extra lube and checked I was stretched enough.

He always took care of me. They both did.

Dimitri came around my front and cupped my face. His hands were far more gentle than they had been with Dagon. “You though, little one, I want to see you come.”

He pressed his thumb against my lips and I sucked briefly while blinking up at him. “More than once?”

Heat flared in Dima’s eyes. “Does the idea of watching me fuck Dagon turn you on?”

“You know it does.”

There was a dirty chuckle from behind me. “Everything we do turns Lucky on.”

I didn’t even argue. We all knew he was right. Let’s just say it was a good thing there were two of them to satisfy my insatiable appetite.

Two supes with very short refractory periods. Yep. I truly was living the dream.

The blunt head of Dagon’s cock brushed my hole and I moaned. The sound was quickly cut off by Dimitri sliding his dick into my open mouth.

A band of power wrapped around my chest, helping bear my weight. I didn’t know who it was from, nor did I care. Not when Dagon was slowly sinking deeper into me, or when Dimitri’s hands were tangling in my hair, angling my head so I could take him further into my throat.

“Fuck, darling,” Dagon moaned. “So tight. Always so fucking tight.”

Dimitri grunted in agreement. “Perfect in every way.”

I basked in their praise, letting the sensations wash over me. Full on both ends was exactly how I liked to be during sex. I wanted them using me, owning me, taking control so all I had to do was feel.

Above me, the sound of their kissing had my cock jumping. Fuck. I whimpered around Dimitri’s cock. There was little finesse to the blow job I was giving him. I was too distracted by his scent. The flavour of him. The piercings sliding over my tongue.

Oh, and the demon slamming into my arse. That didn’t help my concentration either.

Dima didn’t seem to mind though. His hand smoothed over my hair, neck, and face, all while he kissed Dagon.

I might have been sandwiched between them, but we were all in this moment together. Just as we always wanted to be.

All too soon, I felt my orgasm bearing down on me. Neither of them had touched my cock, but that didn’t matter. Dagon’s shaft dragging over my prostate coupled with their fevered breaths would be enough to get me there.

I didn’t fight it. I was too excited for what was going to come next. Watching them together was one of my favourite pastimes. How Dimitri would grip Dagon’s hips so hard his skin would bruise briefly before his powers erased it. The snarl Dagon would give as he rode Dima’s cock. The biting passion that contrasted so sweetly with the tender way they treated me.

I came with the image of that in my mind. Dagon’s hips stuttered as I tightened around him, and Dima let out a low oath. They didn’t lose control though, fighting back their orgasms even as mine screamed through the bond.

Only the band of power around my chest stopped me collapsing into the mess I’d made as first Dimitri, then Dagon gently pulled out of me.

A cool flannel wiped over my face as a second did the same over my stomach. Dimitri kissed my swollen lips, tenderness mixed with desire in his eyes. “Okay, little one?”

I nodded, too dazed to speak. He chuckled, used to this post orgasm haze I experienced every now and then. He lifted me effortlessly from the bed, saying a few words over my shoulder to Dagon. I was too blissed out to pay attention, but when he lowered me back down, I realised he must’ve been telling him how to arrange the pillows. I was now reclining against a small tower of them—the theme of the evening—and the wet spot on the bed had been covered with a towel.

Dagon smiled as he held a bottle of water in my direction. “Okay, Lucky?”

I nodded, gulping half the bottle down before pausing. “Perfect. Or I will be when the next part of the entertainment commences.”

Dagon gave a mock bow before waggling his brows at Dimitri. “Well, we can’t leave him waiting.”

Dimitri’s eyes swept over the taut lines of Dagon’s torso before coming to rest on his hard cock. “Get on your knees, Dagon.”

Dagon winked at me before sauntering around to the end of the bed. He crawled up until he was leaning on his forearms between my knees. “What do you want, Lucky? My mouth? Or would you rather shoot all over my face while Dima fucks me?”

“The second,” I rasped, my deflated dick giving a valiant twitch. It wouldn’t be long before I was ready to go again. “I wanna watch.”

Dimitri put his hand on Dagon’s back, forcing him lower. “We best give you a show then, huh?”

He disappeared from sight as he dropped to his knees. From how Dagon immediately started to babble, I knew Dimitri was again putting those mouth piercings to good use.

I lounged against the pillows, completely entranced by the pleasure on Dagon’s face. His eyes were closed, his full lips parted as he panted and moaned. The beautiful flush on his cheekbones continued down his neck. His hands were gripping the sheets, the cotton dangerously close to tearing.

I smirked, already envisioning the bill. It was a good thing we had near unlimited funds given how many times we’d accidentally broken things in hotel rooms.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” Dimitri said, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth as he stood. “You ready, baby?”

“Yes.” Dagon lifted his head, flames dancing in his eyes as they landed on me. “Fuck me, Dima.”

“No setting the sheets on fire,” I whispered, trying to contain my laugh. “They’ll make us evacuate again.”

“Again” because that had happened in a hotel in Toronto. Needless to say, it’d put a damper on the funtivities.

Dagon’s laugh was cut off as Dimitri pushed inside of him. “Fuck.”

Dimitri drew back slightly. “You like that, baby?”

“Yes.” Dagon lifted his chin and winked at me. “Harder though.”

Dimitri snarled. His next thrust had Dagon moving further up the bed. Now Dagon was the one snarling, pushing back on Dimitri for all his worth.

Fuck. I was rock hard now, my hand flying over my cock. This right here was better than any porn. It was the two males I loved more than anything in this world making each other feel good. I didn’t feel excluded. No, I was part of them always, even if I wasn’t in the room. Besides, they knew how much I liked to watch.

And to be watched.

That was what they were doing now. Dimitri might’ve been fucking Dagon, but his eyes were fixed on the hand between my legs, as were Dagon’s. They got off on this as much as I did.

“Come for us, little one,” Dimitri grunted, fucking Dagon relentlessly. His hand was under Dagon now, jacking him with hard, punishing strokes. “All over his face.”

“Do it,” Dagon encouraged, lifting his head. His lips parted in anticipation. “Let me taste you, darling.”

I came with a cry, my hips fucking into my hand as spurt after spurt of cum covered Dagon’s beautiful face. His tongue darted out to catch some.

My orgasm hadn’t finished before Dagon’s hit through the bond, followed almost instantly by Dimitri’s. The three of us were lost in a seemingly endless wave of pleasure as our releases echoed through the bond.

Dimitri’s big arm hauled Dagon upright, his back to his chest. He leaned in to lick my release off our mate’s face. “Delicious.”

I collapsed back against the pillows, my eyelids already heavy. All the walking, food, and sex had finally taken its toll. “You’ve broken me.”

Gentle hands nudged me until I was fully flat, a cool sheet covering my overheated body. “Sleep now, darling.”