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Mazvyn

W e get to the orphanage, and everything seems to be quiet. Striker and I enter through the front entrance quietly. When we step through the threshold, we hear faint giggles of children off in the distance of the building. We realize Brenna hasn’t moved the children. That is honestly probably for the best. Moving a bunch of kids would be riskier than just staying and remaining hidden. Especially if no one is messing with them.

A little girl who looks to be about nine years old comes running out of her room but freezes when she sees us. “We are just looking for Ms. Brenna,” I say with a smile.

The little girl turns and runs back into the room. Just when I think she is running away in fear, Brenna comes out. When our eyes meet and she smiles brightly at me, a strange sense of relief floods over me, and I instantly feel a pull to her. It is overwhelming, and for the first time in longer than I can remember, I am too stunned to speak or think. Brenna is my second chance mate. That’s why Ashara came to me last night. Somehow, she knew that I would run into Brenna and wanted me to be open-minded about letting her in my life.

“Mazvyn,” she says softly.

“Uhm… What’s going on?” Striker asks.

“She…” I start to get lost looking into her eyes. I haven’t felt comfort like this since before Ashara died. There’s no way I will have the willpower to reject this woman. I know her heart. I know her body. My wife knew her mind, body, and soul.

“Your eyes are glowing, Dad,” Striker says. He gasps loudly when he suddenly realizes what’s going on. “Is she your mate? I didn’t know you could have two.”

“She’s my mate,” I say, nodding, my eyes still locked with hers.

“Dad,” Striker says, stepping in front of me. I shake myself out of the daze and look at my son. “We came here for a reason. Start there.”

“Right,” I say, and he moves. “Lilith is outside.”

“What? She is? I saw that she was mated to the Kings,” Brenna says happily.

“So, you know what’s been going on? We are heading to a warehouse to rescue the foxes that were taken into captivity. Do you have room for some of the fox shifters?”

“Oh, yes. We have plenty of room. There aren’t many kids here these days,” Brenna says, her smile faltering briefly at the thought of the house becoming empty.

“I’m going… somewhere else,” Striker says.

“Kay,” I say, still looking at my mate. When he walks away, we both move to hug each other at the same time.

“I didn’t expect this,” she says quietly.

“Me either,” I say. “Ashara came to me in a dream. She told me I needed to be open to happiness.”

“It’s like she knew,” she says sadly. “I miss her so much.”

“Me too,” I say as I gently cup her face. “Brenna… Do you want this? Apart from the instinctive pull that we have. Do you want this?”

“Yes,” she says. “I want to be happy… with you. I wish Ashara were here as well. I wish we could all be happy together again. This is what she wanted for us.”

“I’m not going to be able to stop myself from kissing you, Brenna. I need you to stop me before I do.” I say in a pleading whisper.

“I don’t want to stop you,” she admits. “I’ve never felt this happy before.”

I pull her against me and lower my lips to her, kissing her softly. When she leans into me, all my self-restraint goes out of the window. My kiss grows hungrier as I back her against a wall. An almost long-forgotten feeling swells inside of me. I press my body against her before I can stop myself. Remorse for being so forward doesn’t get a chance to sneak up on me as she grabs my belt and damn near rips it off me.

“Brenna,” I am panting as I pull away and press my forehead against hers.

“Please… don’t stop,” she begs.

“I haven’t been with anyone since before Ashara died,” I admit. “It’s been a long time.”

“Maz! You’re an incubus. Twenty-three years? That has to be physically painful,” she says as she pushes me back slightly to look at me. “You two had the arrangement that you did because you required it so much and so often.” I laugh, making her smile.

“You need to be fully aware of what I will do to you if we let this happen,” I say seriously. “It’s not going to be sweet or gentle. I’m going to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore, and then I’ll do it again. If you have any reservations, I would advise you to speak up now because I won’t be able to stop. It’s not in my nature to be gentle, and I’m not starting now.”

“Mazvyn,” she says. “Stop talking and fuck me already.”

I reach down and pick her up by the backs of her thighs, and she instinctively wraps her legs around me. I find a random room and lock us in before setting her down. We start pulling at each other’s clothes until we are naked. I turn her and bend her over a desk in the storage closet that we are hiding in. She is already dripping wet for me so when I slam into her without warning, she nearly growls as I start to pound into her. She makes a sexy little whimpering sound every time I bottom out.

All the pleasure I have been denying myself for more than two decades comes charging into my brain and turns me into a frenzied madman who is desperate to fuck her as much as I can. Now that I’ve opened this door, there’s no shutting it again. There’s no going back to being a celibate. When Ashara said she wanted me to feel good, this is what she meant. She knew I was denying myself for the sake of her memory and wanted me to finally let go.

It’s not that I have let go of Ashara; I will never let go of her, but while I’m deep inside of her best friend, making her scream into her hand… I feel that void in my heart slowly filling up. Every little sound that she makes fuels this instinctive, primal urge to make her scream louder and make her come harder.

Her pleasure is evident by the vice grip that she has on my cock. If it’s not that, it’s the ragged moans, muffled by her hands pressed firmly against her mouth. The desk groans in protest as I rail her into it. To avoid breaking the desk, I pull her off the desk and bring both of us down to the ground. I settle between her legs, bury my face in her neck, and slam back into her. She groans and claws at my back as I resume my pace of fucking her as hard as I can while taking in her sweet scent. Brenna takes me so well. She’s always taken me without complaint. Some of the other women we brought into our bed couldn’t handle my relentlessness, but she has always been able to keep up with me.

Her groans sound pained, even as she comes for me over and over. “Fuck, that hurts,” she groans. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Maz. Oh Gods, I’m gonna come again.”

I growl and lean into her to cover her mouth and nose. Her eyes roll back and her body shudders as she falls into her orgasm. My own climax sneaks up on me, and I moan as I pump into her, filling her with my come.

When I pull out of her, she already knows what I’m about to do. She moves herself so that she is sitting up against the wall and can take my cock again with ease.

“Arms behind you,” I command. She complies with a smile and opens for me as I kneel in front of her. “Let’s see if you still suck as well as you fuck.” I push the full length of my cock down her throat, and I smirk down at her when she doesn’t gag.

She hums softly before hollowing her cheeks to suck the life out of me. I start to fuck her into the wall, and I feel the very last bit of self-control being shredded. I growl again as I fist her hair and push myself deeper. This woman is fucking amazing in every way. She takes me so goddamn well. She and Ashara were the only two who could keep up with me. Together they could easily wear me out.

“Fuck,” I growl. “You always were my sweet little whore, weren’t you, Brenna?” I continue to try and fuck the life out of her and she continues to suck me down as if her life depends on it. I know I am reaching her limit when she reaches up and squeezes my balls. Every time she does it, I get that much closer to making her drink me down.

“Swallow me, Brenna. Take every fucking drop,” I groan. She squeezes me tighter, and a moan slips free as she starts to swallow my load. I look down at her as she drinks me down and she has the same crazed look as I do.

Fuck, I wish Ashara was here to see this. She wanted me to bond with Brenna so badly, but the connection was never fully there for us. I fucked her often, but it was never anything more than lust. Now… Now I’ve fallen for my wife’s best friend.