which he fucked himself back onto Kirill’s cock, but his mates quickly caught on. Ra sent out a silent apology to Kirill’s virgin ass before he got swept up into the emotion.
The three of them. In harmony. Moving together like a well oil-machine. A machine that grunted, swore, and cried out to the gods above the harsh slapping of skin against skin. The hands on Ra’s hips tightened – Ra could feel the tension rising in the air. Three men – all totally different – but when it came down to a fated mate claiming, the mechanics were all the same.
The words were there, on the tip of his tongue, pushing to be said – the final thing Ra had left to do. As he felt Arvyn’s thrusts falter, and then Kirill’s do the same, Ra let go of the stranglehold he had on his own dick, his cock spurting with relief onto the coverlet below.
“I am Ra.” His voice thundered to the skies above. “Hear me, for as I claim I have been claimed. Let no one take my heart or soul from me.”
His slump was caught by Kirill, who flicked his hair back from where it was plastered to the right side of his neck, his fangs sliding into Ra’s neck the way they were meant to. As Arvyn came around and hugged him from the other side, Ra let his eyes close, sending out a silent thank you to the Fates. They had been so good to him and he would cherish the blessings he’d been given.
Chapter Nineteen
It took three days before the real world intruded into the little house on the Irish coastline. Three days where three men barely got out of bed. They didn’t need to worry about clothes, food could be delivered with a snap of Ra’s fingers, and the fire Arvyn had lit the day they’d arrived seemed to mysteriously keep burning without the need for replenishing it – something all three men took in their stride. Cozy, warm, and hidden from the world, the men played, laughed, talked, and loved on each other so hard, until dick chaffing was becoming a real concern.
“What’s that?” Kirill pointed to a glowing orb that appeared on the dressing table. As he spoke, a second one appeared, and then a third.
“What’s what?” Ra pulled his head out of the pillow, his hair falling down his face, his eyes bleary. He barely glanced at the orbs before burying his head in the pillow again. “Message orbs. That’ll be Seth. Or Osiris. Or… someone else who wants to get in touch with me. My phone probably needs charging.” He slid his hand across Kirill’s waist. “Are you hungry?”
“I’m fine, thank you.” Kirill stroked over Ra’s arm, watching with growing alarm as a further three orbs appeared. His concern grew when they started dinging. “Are you sure you don’t need to get one of them? Only, we’ll be running out of room on the dresser soon.”
“That will be fucking Seth, then.” Ra pushed himself up, taking care not to disturb Arvyn who was snoring quietly on the other side of him. “I swear, that guy is more stubborn than a freaking pissed off camel.” The dinging was getting louder and Ra slashed his hand through the air. The noise stopped but as soon as it did, another dozen orbs arrived, all one after the other. And then they started dinging. The new orbs that was, not the older ones.
“If you don’t want to answer them, I don’t know, can you send them back? A sort of return to sender?” Kirill was getting better both with Ra’s status and his powers, although he was the first to admit there was still a lot he didn’t understand. And while he fully respected Ra’s right to ignore anyone he pleased, Kirill’s responsible side – the one that’d cared for coven members for centuries – was getting edgy with each unanswered ding.
An edginess Ra picked up on through their bond. “You’re the type who has to answer every phone call, aren’t you?” Ra’s face was gorgeous anytime, but when he smiled it truly was like the sun had come up.
“The noise is going to wake Arvyn,” Kirill pointed out. “I’m surprised it hasn’t already.”
“You’re very good at wearing out our wolf.” Ra nestled his head on Kirill’s shoulder and waggled his finger. One orb floated over to him, while the rest disappeared. Running his hand over the orb, the surface of it turned