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Week One

R unning my hands down Lucy’s back, I grin. His little afternoon delight with the enigmatic Jolene made him extra twitchy this afternoon, and once I got home, I took full advantage. Despite my repeated reassurances, I can tell he’s still concerned that the connection between his Fae side and whatever she has inside that hasn’t emerged would upset me.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t show him otherwise, wouldn’t I?

Truth be told, something about her struck a chord in me as well, but I’m not sure exactly what it means. My kind is so rare that it’s hard to find really accurate knowledge about mating, and though my mentor did his best, he had little more to offer than I’d already gathered myself. The Society scoops up caladrius shifters as soon as they’re identified, moving them into the homes as quickly as possible to ensure they get into training from a young age. We’re essential in their ‘misfit protection program’, and in order to keep less old school shifters from hunting down hybrids, they need us to help treat and maintain the spells that prevent the children from emerging too early.

You could say we’re as much damage control as we are maintenance, but being stationed in towns full of other supes, there isn’t a huge chance of finding a mate that’s compatible, much less fated.

I count my lucky stars every day that I found Wolfgang. Our connection may not have been immediate, but I’m certain it will cause mating. The Fates haven’t allowed it yet, but I’m confident it's written in our destinies. The addition of the lovely Miss Whitley seems like a perfect compliment to our relationship, and I don’t want him to fret about something that was likely woven long before either of us was born.

I’d ask MacAuley, but that cagey asshole never shares a damned thing about his visions. He’s the biggest rule follower I’ve ever met in my life.

A loud buzzing interrupts my thoughts, and I raise a brow at Wolfie. He looks up from my tummy, then rolls his eyes as he stretches to reach for his phone on the nightstand. As much as I love cuddle time, he can’t ignore calls when he’s the only emergency trained equine vet in town. Eliot would shit a brick if one of his thoroughbreds suffered because we were too lazy to answer a phone call.

“This is Fletcher.” Wolfie’s cock stiffens and I arch a brow, wondering whose voice has him refracting this quickly.

There’s youth and there’s youth , after all.

“Well, sugarplum, you’re doing the right thing. It’s not an escape from dino park, but since I’m currently hanging out with the resident bird expert, you’re in luck.”

I snort, looking down at him with an amused expression. Hanging out isn’t exactly what I’d call our recent activities, but I’ll let this one slide. He’s so damned nervous about this girl; it’s adorable and I can’t help but watch with the proverbial popcorn as it unfolds. Nodding, he continues listening to her for a moment before he looks up at me with a finger over the microphone.

“Jolene says some giant pterodactyl bird has landed in her backyard and she has no idea what it is, but it looks hungry. She was doing yoga and it sort of landed near her and the cats, so she’s freaked. Can I turn on the video so you can look?”

Is he kidding? A mysterious bird and the curvy bad girl in tight yoga clothes? Yes, please.

“Of course, darling boy. I’d love to help.”

He fiddles for a moment to make sure the camera angle isn’t catching anything indecent and I almost burst out laughing. Wolfie’s acting like he didn’t rail this girl in a public field a few hours ago, and it’s tickling me to death. Once she comes on screen, we both wave and her face scrunches up as if she wants to smack us—a thought I’m not opposed to in the slightest.

I go both ways in every sense of the words.

“I’m flipping my camera now, you dipshits. Don’t look this excited when this thing rips out my innards.”

Fuck, I love a sassy mouthed woman.

The camera turns before I can respond, and she lifts it to show the magnificent beast perched in front of her. An enormous harpy eagle is calmly sitting on a deck lounge, looking at us through the phone as if we’re merely a curiosity. I sit up, suddenly much more excited at the prospect of this task because of the rarity of her uninvited guest.

“Holy fuck, Jolene!”

Her expression goes from unamused to angry in a blink, and she practically hisses a response. “What?”

“That is not a pterodactyl. That is a harpy eagle. It’s one of the largest raptors in the world, and extremely far from home. Don’t scare it away!” I exclaim as I look down at the lounging man on my stomach. “Get your shit on, Lucy! We’re gonna go see the coolest damn bird in the universe at Jolene’s!”

His grin widens, and he shifts against me purposefully as he clicks the phone off and tosses it. I can see the happiness shining in his eyes as he realizes I really meant it when I said I was onboard with his relationship—whatever it’s going to be—with the raven haired beauty. “Should we take a shower first?”

“Oh, you’re pushing it today, baby. Sure you’re up for round three?” I tease, as I comb my fingers through his hair.

My answer is a smirk as he leaps off the bed, shaking his ass as he heads for the bathroom. Rolling to my feet, I rush after him with my dick bobbing in excitement. I’ve never been able to get enough of this man, and I’m quite certain I never will. The prospect of sharing him doesn’t bother me because I get infinite pleasure in watching his face as he comes—even when I’m not the one causing his ecstasy. It will only get better if this woman emerges and we can indulge in shifts while we’re together.

Lucy’s gorgeous as a man, but when he’s fully Fae, he’s heart stopping.

I jump in the hot water behind him, sliding my arms around his waist, palms up so he can squirt some of the sandalwood soap he prefers in them. Nipping the point of one ear, I chuckle huskily. “You realize you’re going to have to control those until she’s ready, right? It’s your weakness, baby.”

“I’m working on it, Prez. The emotions make it…. Ohhhhh.” His voice cuts off as I wrap my hand around the pierced shaft, stroking him slowly but firmly. “Uh… they make it hard…”

“They certainly do.” He leans back against my chest, forgoing any pretense of getting clean. My cock slides against him with delicious friction as the water cascades over us, and I dip my head to nibble along the cords in his neck.

Lucy lifts one of his hands from the wall of the shower, blindly reaching for the Pjur, and once he finds it, I pause my hands so he can focus enough to open the bottle. Holding a palm up, I watch as he squeezes a good sized dollop for me. He puts it back as I work the lube over my cock and then inside of him, his groans turning to whines when I scissor my fingers back and forth.

He doesn’t need the stretching, but I love the sounds he makes.

“Such a good boy,” I whisper against his jaw and he shivers from head to toe. He does it every time, and I fucking love it. “Now open wide and we’ll fly together.”

My darling subbie pants and braces his hands on the wall again, immediately spreading his legs to give me full access. When he’s in subspace, he’s less vocal with words than noises, so I know his actions imply consent. That was a surprise when we first entered this part of our relationship, but I’ve learned to read him like a book. The only exception is his safe word, but I don’t expect to need that at the moment. His ass wiggles against my dick and I give his shaft a quick smack to remind him I’m in charge.

“Prez, please…”

There it is.

Holding onto his hips, I press into him slowly, feeling every twitch and moan as I fill him completely. Lucy is one of the most expressive subs I’ve ever had, and I’m sure it’s the Fae part of him. His emotions are painted in bright colors for the world to see all the time—something that makes him irresistible. When I’m fully seated, I growl against the tip of his pointy ear. “I’m going to fuck the hell out of you, and then we’re going to see your girl. Think about it.”

“Holy fuck,” he whispers as his ass clenches hard. “T-t-tell me…”

I grin. He’s being exceptionally good, so I’m on board for a reward. Pulling almost completely out of him, I murmur, “First, I’ll do this.” I slam into him hard and the sound he makes is beautiful. “Then, once I’ve filled you with my come, we’ll go see the bird. And maybe…” I slide out again and thrust in just as hard, starting a punishing rhythm. “...if she’s game, I’ll let you watch me fuck her as well.”

It doesn’t take more than a few more strokes for his body to tense up; the orgasm making him writhe on me until I explode as well. I was aware he liked dirty talk, but this reaction?

Fucking chef’s kiss.

Once we regain our breath, I let go, grinning at the fingermarks on his hips. He turns quickly, grabbing my hair and kissing me so roughly it actually shocks me. When the kiss breaks, Lucy gives me a shy smile as he wraps his arms around me tightly.

“You know I love you, right?”

I brush the hair out of his face. “And I you, darling boy.”

“Good,” he says. “Because that was really fucking hot and I want to do again—with her.”

A delighted laugh bubbles out of me, and I give him a playful shove. “Then let’s get out of here before we prune and your girl gets eaten by a giant bird.”

* * *

“Where is she?” I ask. “The backyard?”

Lucy nods as I swing into her driveway, whistling at the sexy ass Impala parked there. “Jolene has a hot fucking car.”

He grins. “She’s a hot fucking woman, Prez.”

He’s not wrong about that.

We hop out, tromping across the lawn to skirt around the side of the house. The scene makes my jaw drop and I give my partner a confused look as we take it in. Jolene snorts at the two of us as we hurry towards her, and my admiration for her balloons. She’s sitting on the ground with a bag of what appears to be meatballs, tossing them one by one to the harpy eagle and two attentive looking servals.

“Ahoy, boys. Good thing Euryale here likes meatballs, and the cats can somehow use doorknobs. Your rescue took longer than expected.”

Lucy turns bright red, and I shrug. If she’s going to be saucy, let’s see how she handles a return volley. “Given that I knew it wasn’t a dinosaur and Lucy here told me it’s not the first animal related scrape you’ve gotten into since moving back, I figured we could set reasonable rescue expectations.”

Her eyes narrow and before I can blink, she’s pulled some ninja move, flipping to her feet with the grace of a cat. She stalks over to me slowly, her voice measured. “What, may I ask, was so important that the town doctor saw fit to sacrifice my body to finish?”

“Sugarplum…”

I hold up a hand, and he stops. “Allow me, Lucy.”

I wait for Jolene to come within inches of me, sensing the irritation spiking in her aura. She’s truly brassed off, and I feel like seeing what happens if I push her over the edge. “Sometimes finishing what you started is better than leaving things undone.” I smirk when her scowl deepens. “You wouldn’t want to be left wanting, now would you, magpie?”

I’m not sure where the nickname came from, but it feels fitting.

The eagle screeches, and the cats yowl as her eyes darken. It’s clear something inside of her is pushing to get free, and when the bird makes another loud sound, I reach out to slide my hands up her arms. Lucy moves closer than well, caging her in between us. Her skin feels impossibly hot and I worry she’s going to cook herself with whatever power she has that’s trying to break free.

“Sugarplum…” Lucy whispers, trying to get her to snap out of it. Giving me a worried look, I watch as he switches on the magic his mother gave him, pressing against her to cool her with his frame.

She doesn’t answer, and I run my knuckles over her cheekbone before helping him lower her to the ground to press close. “Magpie, you’re so hot Lucy is cooling you down. I’m gonna slide these clothes off and…”

“Yours too,” she mutters.

I’m game, but I’m going to need her to be more conscious than this if it’s going any further.

“Sugarplum, I don’t think you realize,” Lucy starts. His voice is hopeful but unsure, and my heart squeezes a bit. He’s just so damned good.

Jolene laughs, the sound a throaty invitation. “My darling Wolfie. I know exactly what you were doing before you arrived. Now, hush, and take what I’m offering.”

Son of a bitch.

“Hell, Lucy, don’t argue with the woman. Strip and be merry with us,” I say before he can ask again. She’s definitely conscious of what she’s doing—she used his words. Whether she understands that’s what she did or not, that comment was purely directed at the Fae in him.

My darling boy complies quickly, helping me wiggle her purple tank off. While he’s murmuring to her, I strip, and then work her yoga pants over her curves. When I look up at Lucy and Jolene, the contrast between her pale skin and his golden tan is starkly beautiful. I whistle softly, and she raises her eyes to run them over me.

“What’s going through your mind, Magpie? Do I not meet your standards?”

She damn near giggles as her gaze burns over my skin. I know my tats fascinate her because she studies them with the appreciation of someone who didn’t get theirs on drunken girls’ night. No, this woman is serious about ink and steel; I can tell by the way her eyes widen at the design that wraps around my shaft. I arch a brow as I wait, and that tinkling laugh emits again.

“You’ll do.”

That makes Lucy snort, and he relaxes against her, tracing fingertips over the ink on her ribs. “Sugarplum says you’ll do, Prez. Should we show her exactly what we’ll do?”

Ooh, she makes him feisty—I like it.

“I think she’s cooled down enough that we can, Lucy. But first, she needs to tell us what’s so funny.”

Her hand shoots up, grabbing me by the neck to tug me close to her face. “If you earn it, I will.”

By Zeus’ beard, Lucy found us a motherfucking switch.

I grin in excitement, finally wrestling out of her iron grip to her shiny, pierced nipples. It helps to know exactly how she likes them played with, so I experiment, listening for moans and sighs as I use my teeth and tongue to explore. Her fingers bury in my hair and I hear Lucy chuckle as he moves down her body.

“Y’know, sugarplum, I’ve decided right about here…” He pauses as she gasps, and I almost tell him to quit teasing until I feel his tongue on my cock as well. “..might be my new favorite place.”

Uh, I will not complain about that.

I lift my head, moving to worship the rest of her soft breasts and the small tugs she gives me to direct me makes my hips jerk. When I bite, her thighs unclench, and Lucy takes that opportunity to bury his face in her smooth pussy. Jolene’s neck arches and she moans loudly, but I pinch her nipple hard enough to bring her eyes back to mine.

“You gonna tease me or fuck me, Doc?”

Without missing a beat, I reply, “Little of column A, little of column B. Lucy’s getting you ready. If you can control that mouth of yours, you can lie back and enjoy.”

“Perhaps you could put it to better use? I’d be a poor orgy host if I didn’t offer my services,” she shoots back as she bats her lashes at me.

“Point of order, sugarplum!” Lucy’s head pops up, and he gives us a glazed grin. “This is a threesome. An orgy requires a few more bodies.”

Hades, help me, I think I’m going to explode before she does.

“Thank you, McDreamy. Now, could you and McSteamy go back to making me come so we can all get off before the sun goes down?”

Lucy doesn’t even answer, he just dives back in and she makes a strangled sound that says she’s pleased. I adjust my body as she asked, deciding if she wants to be in charge this round, she can. Holding my body up on my arms, I look down to see her hand reach for my dick and pull me down until she can swallow it like a goddamned champ. Her hips rise to grind against Lucy’s face and I move my gaze to his as I shudder at the things she’s doing to me.

The height difference works in my favor and I dip my head to join my boy in devouring her. The sounds she makes in response vibrate over me and I have to work hard not to fuck her mouth into the goddamned ground.

That’s rude the first time, right?

We move as one, tasting and teasing one another until her body begins to shiver with an impending orgasm. I thrust two fingers inside of her as Lucy and I nibble and suck the most sensitive parts and when I feel her nails dig into my hips, I follow her into bliss.

When I lift off of her, I look down to say something, but I’m shocked to find she’s out like a light. My eyes widen and I look at Lucy in a panic. He shrugs, shaking his head.

Neither of us know what the fuck just happened to her.

After a brief argument, we leave everything where it is and I carry her up towards the house. She said the cats came out this way, and Lucy seems to have them in hand as we make our way to the door. The eagle stays put on the lounge chair, and I decide I’ll worry about it later. The only thing I can think about now is getting Jolene upstairs and examining her to make sure this isn’t a medical problem.

“She has no clue she’s a lost one, right?” I whisper to my boy as we navigate the unfamiliar house.

He shakes his head and I head for the stairs, noting that she seems to be trying to point in that direction, but otherwise she’s still zoned out.

One thing I know is that once we check her out, I’m not leaving this place until she’s up and coherent—whether she likes it or not.