Page 69 of Accidental Blood Lust
“I still appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. Need more time?”
“No. I’m sure Jareth will need food soon.”
“So will your mate. He’ll be ravenous for a few days, likely, until his body sorts itself out again.”
“Noted.” When Cas makes no attempt to get off the bed, I raise an eyebrow. “You cannot see my mates naked, friend.”
Cas chuckles. “Oh, yes. I almost forgot. No more full-moon orgies then, I guess?”
“Yes, but the invite list is limited to just us three.”
“I’m happy for you, Roman. I can’t imagine it for myself—eww—but how wonderful it is to see it happen for you and the others.”
“Don’t get too comfortable. I never thought I’d end up with two mates. You never know what fate has in store.”
He shrugs. “Meh, fate can miss me. I’m perfectly happy and have been for centuries without the complication of a mate.”
“Sounds like famous last words to me.” Loch’s voice is thick with sleep. “You’re practically challenging fate now.”
Cas shakes his head even as a smirk dances on his lips. “How do you feel?”
“A little woozy. Like I’m hungover. Is that normal?”
“Yes,” Cas says. “It should feel very much like it did when you turned, only slightly more intense given the nature of your donors.”
“That’s accurate.” Loch turns his head and kisses Jareth’s forehead.
The memory of them trading I love yous during our lovemaking returns, swirling around me. I want that so much. I want to tell them how I feel and have it returned, but I knowLoch and I need more time. Not Jareth though. I’ve loved him for a very long time but been too afraid to let those feelings bloom or tell him, believing all this time that I would be cheating him out of true love. I never thought Loch would be the one to bring us together.
“We’ll all be in the dining hall,” Cas says, politely excusing himself from my room.
I stroke Loch’s hair, leaning over him slightly to watch Jareth slowly return to us. His eyelids flutter as he stretches his arms above his head, then as he focuses on us, a beautiful smile spreads over his face.
“Morning, mates.”
My wolf rumbles with happiness, nuzzling closer to both men. “We slept through the night. You must be hungry, Jare?”
He nods, still smiling. “A little, yeah. What about you, Loch? How do you feel?”
His stomach growls loudly as if on cue. I chuckle, but my wolf whimpers, desperate to provide for our mate.
“I’m okay,” Loch says. “You two need to eat first. Replenish.”
“I can handle it,” I offer.
“No. I can smell it. You both need food. I’ll live.” He chuckles. “Literally forever.”
Jareth’s brow creases, and I know why. It’s on his mind, the way Loch and I will live for eternity, but at his core, he’s still a mortal human. I don’t want to even think about the idea of losing him to time and age.
He shakes off his concern, smiling instead as he raises his hands above us, waving them and chanting an incantation that causes the room to fill with a warm mist. As it swirls around us, the cum that was dried on my skin seemingly dissipates into thin air. My mouth feels minty and clean like I just brushed my teeth, and the scent of faded sweat and blood becomes a uniqueblend of cinnamon, lavender, autumn leaves, and something new; something my wolf calls “mate” and nothing else.
“Wow.” Lochlan drags a hand through his silky hair. “No shower needed?”
Jareth grins. “I’ve been working on that spell for years. This is the best it’s ever worked. Sometimes you just don’t have time for a shower.”
I sniff the air and my wolf practically purrs. “Damn, the three of us together smell like paradise.”
