Chapter Twenty-Eight

Owen

R unning a business is a pain in the ass when I have a mate I’d rather be spending my time with. Thomas and Jeff have a new understanding of how little I want to have to run the day-to-day operations of the business, so hopefully, they’re ready to step up.

Tonight wasn’t a complete waste.

If nothing else, I know more about Delta’s team after spending hours pouring over their files.

My gut says they’re not in on the stolen relics. Not if she’s got a separate team of two shifters and a warlock to do her bidding.

It offers her the perfect cover.

She’s with her main team while any crimes are committed, then she makes sure the case is assigned to her and covers up any loose ends that might come back to bite her in the ass.

I don’t make it back to the sithen until the wee hours of the morning.

The house helpfully guides me…somewhere. It’s weird as hell seeing the light bulbs flash, considering there’s no electricity here. Once I pass the flashing area, the lights behind me shut off. If I was more easily spooked, I’d be convinced the house is leading me to my demise.

I end up in front of a door I’ve never seen before, and it pops open as I’m wondering if Rogue picked a new bedroom, or possibly the house is relegating me to sleep on my own tonight.

Shoving inside the room, I’m surprised to find a nest.

Too bad you prioritized work over spending time with your mate, or you could have spent the evening setting it up for her like an honorable mate should, my bear growls in my mind.

Gods.

He’s such a petulant, whiny pain in the ass.

I didn’t prioritize work over Rogue.

I went in solely to see what extra information I could glean about Delta and her team. Finding out which paranormal council investigator was assigned to the case was another driving force. Some of the council agents are like a dog with a bone, while others are content to simply have a case closed.

Unfortunately, I’ve had no previous interaction with Maxwell. I’m not sure the agent’s species or gender. Maxwell could be a first or a last name.

My eyes widen as my night vision takes over in the pitch-black space.

Rogue is nude, lying on top of the warlock. The lich is stretched out next to them with an arm tossed over her back. They look quite cozy and comfortable… without me .

My berserker and I felt it when Calyx and Cohen joined the bond earlier. That might be why he no longer aches to rip the lich’s head from his shoulders.

Now that a bond exists between Rogue and Calyx, we’ll be unable to kill him. It would cause her emotional and physical distress.

No, it’s much better to get along…which I must have come to terms with before even going into the office tonight, or I wouldn’t have spent hours doing recon on Calyx’s behalf.

My bear is obsessed with joining the pack cuddle pile, and I strip out of my clothes as I aim for the steps. It’s been a long time since my coven was slaughtered. For hundreds of years, I’ve done my best to keep distance between myself and others.

The good thing about bonds is, they lessen the rivalry between partners. It’s one kindness nature bestows on creatures that have to share a mate.

My bear’s possessiveness has already tamed to manageable levels. I’m not sure how I’ll cope with pack life as the man, but I’m sure going to fucking try to make it an easy transition.

My eyes pop open, and the first thing I comprehend is how warm Rogue’s skin is against mine. Shifters run hotter than other species, but her body temperature must be higher than even my own. It’s a side effect of her quickening, and it should lessen as long as her physical needs are met.

“Good morning,” Rogue whispers, kissing her way down my chest. She’s on all fours over me, wiggling her hips at the lich as he finger fucks her from behind.

How the hell did I sleep through the scent of her pussy? Now that I’m conscious, it’s all I can pick up in the air.

“I’d say it’s a great morning all around,” Calyx says, winking at me over Rogue’s shoulder as the naughty little fae continues to lick lower. She fists my already hard cock and brings it to her lips as I’m still trying to determine if I’m actually awake.

Her warm, wet tongue circles my crown, and she hollows her cheeks while keeping eye contact.

Fuck.

If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.

Rogue stretches a hand up, raking her nails down my abs.

I growl and pull her hair away from her face, holding it on top of her head with my fingers weaved into it. She moans around my length, and a goddamn shiver runs down my spine.

The warlock was in the nest when I fell asleep, but I haven’t the first clue where he disappeared to. It’s probably better to start off group sex activities with just one other person, anyway.

Rogue gets really into sucking me off, and spit drips down the few inches of my shaft that she can’t get into her mouth. When my tip bumps the back of her throat, she chokes, and everything gets even slicker.

I’m fucked up because the sound of her gagging on my cock only makes me harder.

“Try swallowing next time, princess,” Calyx says, sounding way too jovial for this early in the morning. “You’ll both enjoy it more.” He slaps her ass, and Rogue moans, the sound vibrating down my length.

She grinds over my shins as she rocks on her knees, slamming her hips back to meet his hand. It truly is a glorious sight, watching her chase her pleasure.

She circles my knot, applying pressure, and it becomes difficult to hold back from filling her mouth with my cum.

Calyx laughs, tugging his hand from her sex.

Rogue’s eyes widen, and she pulls off my length, opening her mouth, likely to complain.

She doesn’t get the chance.

The lich lifts her with an arm wrapped around her middle and a hand on her hip.

I release her hair to ensure our limbs don’t get tangled and study her beautiful face. Her cheeks are pink, and her hairline is sweaty, but she grins mischievously as she reaches between us.

My crown slides through her wetness, and she sinks down with no delay. She’s on her knees, mostly vertical but slightly tilted toward me.

Calyx gives her a shove, putting her face close enough to mine that I can kiss her while she rides me.

In no fucking universe am I expecting the lich to slide his fingers around my dick and inside Rogue. She wails against my lips, and I growl a warning.

That motherfucker will not like what I do to him if he hurts her.

“As I said, it’s about to be a great morning for all three of us.” Calyx stretches his fingers, and Rogue only moans louder for it.

I run my hand over her cheek, pecking her lips. “Are you okay?”

“I will be.” She nods, bumping her cheek against mine. “I want you both.”

“Speak up if it gets to be too much.” I suck on her bottom lip to distract her.

Maybe to distract myself too.

It’s weird as shit, feeling Calyx moving independently of how Rogue grinds over me.

She’s soaked, which makes this possible in the first place, but I have serious doubts that he’ll be able to fit inside her.

I cradle her skull, guiding her as we kiss while sneaking the other hand between us. I work her swollen nub while Calyx stretches his fingers, doing his best to prepare her.

Rogue forgets she’s kissing me as she comes. She gets so tight that I have to grit my teeth to hold on, but Calyx doesn’t give her any respite. Although she shivers and shakes against my chest, it’s feeling her euphoria in the bond that makes everything more intense.

She starts bouncing over my cock, and slick sounds fill the air.

Calyx chuckles. “Let’s see if we can make this work.

” He removes his hand from her pussy and lubes his shaft before crawling over my thighs.

He positions himself behind Rogue and bites his lip.

“Pussies are forgiving. I have faith we can make this a pleasurable experience.” His mouth never moves, though.

I blink in shock as I realize he used the bond to communicate that thought telepathically.

It’s been a long goddamn time since I’ve heard anyone but my bear in my mind. I’m so distracted that I miss him thrusting until he’s already got his tip inside her.

Rogue whimpers and freezes.

The pressure gets so extreme, it’s actually painful.

Calyx soothes his hand down her spine, sending comfort in the bond. “Want me to pull out, princess?”

“Fuck no. Move!” she commands.

“Well, if you insist,” he says playfully. Pulling back just a little, he dips deeper on his next stroke.

Her pheromones flood the air, and all I can do is experience the sensations as Calyx fucks her on my cock. It’s the weirdest shit I’ve ever felt, having his length gliding next to mine, but Rogue’s euphoria keeps me grounded in the moment.

“Fuck, I’m way too close,” I groan as she clenches around both of us.

“Yeah,” Calyx agrees. “Come on, darling. We need you to get there quickly.”

“I already am,” she sobs, and her bliss floods the connection.

Ahh, yes.

That would be why her inner walls suddenly started convulsing. It’s been so long, I’ve practically forgotten what sex feels like.

My balls tighten, my knot tingling as my cock swells. It doesn’t help that Calyx’s does, too, and it gets hard for him to move.

I’m trapped to the mattress, so all I can do is growl as my cock jolts, emptying deep inside her. Rogue gets so loud, I’m sure Cohen will be able to hear her wherever he is in the house.

Calyx freezes, and being able to sense his orgasm in the bond is an entirely new level of strange…

But fuck it.

I’m bonded.

I better get used to the insanity, because this is my life now, and truly, I wouldn’t want it any other way.