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Callum

MINE

G od, Liz looked so beautiful laying naked on the bed between Malik and me. The way her hips bucked as her sweetness spilled over our fingers, I knew she was going to be perfect for us. Even if ‘us’ now included a dragon shifter. It was the oddest feeling. When I saw that Fae woman look Brock up and down, I was pissed. When she touched him, I was ready to rip her throat out.

I didn’t get those feelings when the two other men in this room touched Liz. If anyone else dared get close enough to touch her, they would lose a hand. But I liked that Brock and Malik would keep her safe. Malik and I kept our fingers working on her, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure.

When she finally went limp on the bed, we carefully removed our fingers from her body. Malik painted her lips with her own cum before kissing her. I had a very similar idea.

“Come here, dirty boy,” I called to Brock, and just like I knew he would, he moved over to me, his shirt long abandoned and his cock aching to be free from his pants. I traced my fingers around his lips, letting him taste Liz on my fingers.

He wrapped his lips around my fingers and sucked, moaning at her taste.

“Do you like that?” I asked.

He looked at me through his lashes and nodded.

“Good, clean her up.” I guided his face down to Liz’s bare pussy, hoping that she wasn’t too over sensitive.

The way she moaned as Brock lapped at her let me know she was just fine. She was more than fine. She was perfect and deserved to be treated like it. For as long as she’d let us.

Malik still had his tongue down her throat and her right hand was trying to work his belt open. That would be perfect; he could distract her and let Brock and I show her what we could do. I knelt next to Brock, to watch the way he flattened his tongue, and ran it over her pussy and up to her clit, her thighs trembling as she moaned in pleasure.

While Brock was bi, I couldn’t remember ever seeing him with another woman. And his skills going down on one weren’t bad, but they could have been better.

I knelt behind Brock, spreading my legs so my knees were planted on either side of his, and I knew he felt how hard I was against his denim-clad ass.

Liz had finally gotten Malik’s jeans down past his ass, his huge cock springing out, and she pulled it toward her to take taste the head then take it down her throat in one gulp. Fuck, that was hot.

I pressed my hips harder into Brock. “Our girl looks so beautiful, moaning for you while she’s sucking on Malik’s cock.” I meant it, too. Her pink lips were now wrapped around his thick head, and she looked like she was in heaven. He looked like he was trying to remember baseball scores in his head.

Brock said nothing, he just kept licking. I grabbed his chin and directed him to her clit. “Right here, baby, make her feel good while I make sure her pussy is nice and wet for me.”

Once he was sucking on her clit, flicking his tongue across the little bundle of nerves, I slid two fingers inside her. Holy fuck, her muscles were powerful as she clamped down around my fingers. I slid my other hand down Brock’s abs, undid his pants, then grabbed his hard cock and squeezed just hard enough until his hips bucked, and he tried to fuck my fist.

“Shh, this isn’t about you, not right now. Right now, we’re going to focus on our girl, and when she is ready for us, we are going fuck her until she can’t walk,” I whispered in his ear, making him groan again and push his ass back, rubbing against my cock.

My hands stayed slow and steady, working both of my lovers up into a frenzy. I didn’t blame them. I was hard as steel, and I was going to be the first of us to claim her. I couldn’t wait to be balls deep inside her. She was so tight, so warm, and so slick. I needed to feel her around me, and I couldn’t wait anymore. She was dripping, well on her way to another orgasm, and I needed to feel us come together. Something inside me needed that more than air. More than blood at the moment.

I pulled Brock off her and sealed my lips to his, loving their taste together. Fuck, I was right there with Malik running baseball scores in my head.

“Stay right here, baby, and when I tell you to, I want you to go back to sucking her clit. Can you do that?

His eyes were blown wide, and his lips were swollen and glistening as he nodded.

I moved to the head of the bed where Liz was swallowing Malik down her throat and he was gripping the headboard so hard he was about to splinter it.

“Come here, sweet girl,” I said, pulling her back. She whined when she was forced to let go of his cock with an audible pop. I moved us around so I was lying on the bed, in her place, and adjusted her to lay on me, her back to my front, her thighs hooked onto the outside of my legs. I lined us up, so I was ready to thrust into her. My heart pounded in my chest as she laid her head above it, and her hair spilled over my shoulders, engulfing me in the scent of strawberry.

“Ready?” I asked her, trying to remember she was human and—my thoughts short circuited as she moved her body down, impaling herself on my cock in one smooth move.

I closed my eyes and did everything I could to stop myself from coming inside her on the first thrust.

With a curse and a blessing on my lips, I spread my hips, spreading her wide open. It limited her motions, but that was just fine.

“Brock, now,” I said, and he dove for Liz’s pussy, licking her clit while I pushed her, and she turned her face to the side to work her mouth over Malik’s shaft again.

Holy fuck. This was the hottest moment of my existence. She worked her hips over me faster, and I had the perfect view to watch her suck Malik as her life depended on it, and Brock ate her like he was trying to destroy her.

I couldn’t help it. My eyes slid closed, and I focused on the sensations. The combined body heat made everyone’s lust irresistible and feverish. My heart pounding in my chest, Liz’s body resting against mine, her skin so soft, strawberry and peaches scents growing stronger.

Just as Liz’s body milked mine, just as she approached another orgasm, Brock’s tongue slipped down from Liz’s clit and slid over my balls.

He wrapped his soft lips around them and sucked. I was done for. A growl escaped my lips as I thrust my hips up, fucking Liz, using my vampire speed and making her pussy gush as she came again. She squeezed me so tight I was sure my heart stopped for a minute as colors burst in front of my eyes, and my body was wracked with pleasure.

“Fuck,” I lay back down carefully, my body still cradling hers. There was something so satisfying about holding her against me I didn’t think I had ever felt before. Her skin was electric against mine, and I wanted her again. I thought maybe after the second explosive orgasm, our little human would have been tired. Instead, she scrambled to her hands and knees. Her mouth was back on Malik, and he let out a series of curses. And I felt the bed dip as Brock lined up behind her. She was in the perfect position for me to slide down the bed an inch and suck her perfect breasts.

I was desperate to make this as good as I could for her, to push her to feel more pleasure than she thought was possible over and over again. I wanted her as hungry for my body as I was for hers. There was also a pounding need in my chest to make her want only us, all day and all night. I wanted us to be the first thing she thought of in the morning and the last thing at night.

Every time she made herself come in her bathtub upstairs, I wanted my name on her lips. Brock’s or Malik’s name would be acceptable, but I still preferred it to be mine. Better yet, whenever she felt the slightest desire, I wanted to come to us. One of us, all of us. I didn’t care.

She deserved to be worshiped like a queen, and that was what I would do.

Malik came next, swearing as she sucked him dry, and Brock whispered how amazing she was over and over.

“Cal,” he called, “Fuck, she’s so tight, I’m going to… I need you to… fuck—”

Brock was panting, and I knew exactly what he needed me to do. I kept my lips pulling at her perfect breasts while my hand slipped in between our bodies. I slid two fingers inside her along with Brock’s cock, making both of them swear, and I held down her g-spot while pressing my palm into her clit, giving her the friction and pressure I knew she craved.

“Fuck, I’m almost there,” she panted. “Cal, I need. I need.”

Before she could finish her sentence, I sunk my fangs into her breast and fed. She screamed as her hips bucked, and Brock’s hips stuttered as they both came. And I tasted the most amazing magic in her blood. And I knew two things for certain then.

Liz was mine. My mate.

And Liz wasn’t human.

She lay between Malik and me, her head on his shoulder and one of her legs tangled with mine. Brock laid his head on her stomach and her fingers were running through his hair. There was a sense of serenity blanketing over all of us, and I refused to break it by asking her what she was.

There was also a distinct possibility she didn’t know. Her great-great-great-grandparent might have been some kind of halfling; hell, there could have been several halflings she didn’t know about in her ancestry. Maybe that was why her magic tasted different. It tasted ancient, earthy, almost wild. Not as wild as shifters or as strong as a Fae’s. I had no idea what she was, but I had to find out.

Later. Right now, I wanted to enjoy the peace and glow of the strongest orgasm I had ever had, with my mate pressed against my body and the other men who could help me keep her safe surrounding her.

With a deep breath, I tried to remember the last time I felt this good, this complete. I’d been wandering around the last few years, feeling like I was missing something. Most people thought I was just bored, but I felt empty. Now, that feeling was gone, and I had no idea why. How could one little girl of unknown origin make me feel so good? Okay, the mouthy water siren on her stomach helped, but I still gave Liz all the credit.

She wouldn’t hold it over my head the way Brock would have. Then there was Malik. How did I explain the dragon?

Liz was my mate. There was no other explanation for how she made me feel and how I was pulled to her the moment I met her.

Now that I’d let my guard down—and could admit to myself I was attracted to men too, or at least one man—I knew that same pull wanted Brock.

I wouldn’t be the first vampire mated to two people, but where did the dragon fit in?

If anyone else had touched my mates, I would have wanted them dead, but I liked Malik touching Liz. I liked that he made her feel good, and I had no interest in keeping him from her. She wanted him, and I wanted her to have him. That didn’t mean I wanted him, not the way I wanted Brock.

I had to do some research to see if there was anything like this before, something that could explain this weird dynamic.

Later, I was going to stay in bed, holding my woman. I wanted to cuddle, another new feeling for me. When she was ready to move, and only then would I get up and wash the smell of the dragon off of my sheets and start my research.

My eyelids were heavy, and I gave into the pull of sleep.

The smell woke me before the sound. Blood, and lots of it. Somewhere outside but moving closer, and fast.

The loud thud of something hitting the front door made all of us jump.

“What was that?” Liz asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Stay here,” I said, untangling my limbs from the group and sliding on pants. “I’ll go check.”

“I smell it too,” Malik said. He kissed Liz on the forehead, then told Brock to stay with her.

Malik and I headed up the stairs.

“I’ll go around back. You want to take the front?” he asked. I nodded, my senses on full alert. I used my gift to turn myself invisible, one of the perks of being a master vamp. It was impossible to hold it for over five minutes, but it was better than going out the front door into an ambush as a large half-naked, fanged target.

Malik swore under his breath then shifted to his dragon form. He was about the size of a very large dog, and I watched in amazement as he shrank to the size of a cat, hiding in the shadows as he made his way out the kitchen window.

I guessed I wasn’t the only one who could be sneaky. Quickly and quietly, I moved to the front door, crouching low as I opened it. Just because they couldn’t see me didn’t mean they couldn’t hit me.

No one was there. No one standing anyway. On the porch was a blue plastic tarp wrapped around something that smelled of blood and death.

“Fuck,” I heard Malik say as he shifted back. I made myself visible again and crouched over the tarp, pulling the plastic back. Amelia’s dead eyes stared back at me. Her face was pristine, but her body had been beaten, her arms broken into awkward angles that made my stomach roll, and then I saw the message carved into her stomach.

“What is it?” Liz said from the living room. Brock was right behind her.

“Brock, was Amelia full Fae?” I asked, staring down at her body.

“No, a halfling, but from a powerful line, why?” he asked.

I stood back and let him see what was carved into her stomach.

We will clean the earth of these abominations.