flesh.
This was home.
Dellan kept his gaze locked on their reflection. Sandwiched between Rael and Horvan, his fingers dug into Rael’s shoulders as he pistoned back and forth, shuttling between filling Rael to the hilt and impaling himself on Horvan’s thick shaft. The sight alone was enough to bring him perilously close.
Horvan gripped him around the waist, yanking him back, the sharp slap of flesh against flesh growing louder and more frequent as Dellan plowed into Rael, his hips in constant motion. And through it all, Dellan heard them in his head, felt every sensation that thrilled them, and shuddered with every pulse of exquisite rapture that spiked through their bodies.
Oh God, I love you both so much.
It was as if Dellan’s words unlocked the release they sought, and Horvan cried out as he filled Dellan with his load. Love you. Love you, my mates. The throb of Horvan’s dick within him forced a groan from his lips, and Dellan trembled as he shot hard inside Rael, not easing his grip on Rael’s shoulders.
Rael arched his back and cried out, his come spattering the mirror, his shaft jerking as he came hands-free. Dellan shook as his orgasm jolted through him, making his legs tremble, but he held on to Rael, conscious of Horvan’s cock still inside him, his hands still encircling Dellan’s waist. Horvan bent over and kissed down Dellan’s spine, their thoughts a nonsensical mix of sensual joy and fulfillment and internal murmurings of love.
They found their way back to the bed, where Horvan took the center, pulling them both to him, as if unwilling to let them go. I never dreamed it could be like this. He held them close as they exchanged kisses and caresses, unable to lie still, their bodies moving against one another in a gentle undulation.
Dellan clung to them, opening his mind to their thoughts, exulting in each touch and embrace, lost in a joy so fierce, it made his heart sing.
You saved me. Both of you.
Rael brought Dellan’s hand to his lips. And we are never going to let you go. You’re stuck with us, forever.
Dellan thought that sounded goddamn perfect.
DELLAN HAD no idea what time it was. Darkness pressed against the small dormer windows, and no light intruded into the room. Yet his heart raced.
Something is wrong. Then he realized what had awoken him. Horvan was sitting up in bed beside him.
“What’s wrong?” Dellan whispered.
Horvan reached over him to switch on the lamp, flooding the room with warm light, jerking Rael into wakefulness. Rael blinked in the sudden brightness. Then he was wide-awake, bolting upright in bed.
“You feel it too.” Dellan’s heart was still pounding.
Horvan threw back the covers. “I hear it. There’s someone downstairs.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
HORVAN WAS out of the room and racing down the stairs before his mates were even out of bed. As he passed the rooms on the second floor, the others emerged, hot on his heels. Horvan said nothing but ran down the last flight.
In the hallway, illuminated by the moonlight that flooded in through the open front door, was the hulking form of a large man, and he was fighting with a—
“Fuck, that’s a black leopard,” Roadkill shouted.
The man had his hands locked around the cat’s throat, doing his best to keep it—and its claws—away from his body.
“I’d appreciate a little help here, Horvan,” the guy gritted out.
What the fuck?
Horvan snapped on the lights, and the dueling pair stilled for a second. Then the leopard wrestled itself free of the guy’s hold and headed straight for Horvan.
There was no time to shift, and Horvan knew this was going to hurt. From behind him came twin roars, loud enough to rattle the chandelier. The leopard jerked its head toward the sound and froze, its fangs bared, as one very pissed-off lion and an equally enraged tiger crossed the floor toward it, moving slowly with menace, their hackles raised.
That was apparently more than enough for the leopard. It turned and fled through the open door.
The guy straightened, brushing hairs from his jacket. “You took your time.” He gazed with interest at the lion and tiger who were circling him. “Well, hello there. Pretty kitties.” When Rael and Dellan growled, he hastily pulled back his outstretched hand. “Er, Horvan? Wanna make with the introductions? And fast?”
Horvan expelled a breath. “Guys, it’s okay. This is Robert Johnson, affectionately known to us as Brick.” He pointed to his mates. “Brick, these are Rael and Dellan.”
“Hey, Brick.” Crank greeted him with a wave. “Long