Page 45 of Filthy Fae

“I’m going to end up cutting my nuts off if I climb through there, buddy,” Aaron called.

Climbing through a broken window while only wearing a silk shirt didn’t sound like the best idea, either, but all the doors were padlocked from the outside. In the end, Mack swept up the glass so we wouldn’t cut our feet, and a minute later, we were all inside.

The house was cold and had obviously been closed up for a while. It smelled faintly of dust and cleaning products, but as we scouted the rooms to make sure they were empty, there was no scent of fae anywhere. All I wanted was to fall into an exhausted sleep. My wolf had been able to heal us from the bludgeoning attack, but it took a lot of energy, and instead of being allowed to rest, she’d had to run all night. Aaron was putting on a brave face, but I knew his injuries hadn’t fully healed, either. He was favoring one leg as he climbed the stairs.

“Do you have phone service?” I asked Mack, the only one with a phone, though it hadn’t had service when he’d checked during the night. He slid it from his pocket and flicked on the screen.

“It looks like it,” he said, tapping away for a second. He frowned down at the screen. “We’re actually only a couple hours from Eureka. Crescent Lake.”

“Call Lance,” I said immediately. “We need to get out of here.”

Mack saluted, and I bit my lip.

“I mean, if you don’t mind. Please.”

Mack handed over his phone with a grin, and Aaron recited the number while I punched it in. Lance answered before the first ring ended.

“Scar, where are you? We’ve been hunting up and down the coast for eighteen hours.”

“I’m okay,” I said. “I’m with Mack and Aaron, and we’re all fine. For now.”

I quickly filled him in on our predicament, and by the time I got off the phone, he was already on his way to collect Darrel so they could come and get us in Lance’s van. After I hung up, we all collapsed onto the couch together and lay there for a while, resting after the long night of being hunted. After a time, I threaded my fingers through both of their hands and lay my head on Mack’s bare shoulder. Somehow, as exhausted as I was, I didn’t feel a bit sleepy. The warmth of Mack’s skin against mine started awakening an entirely different sensation. I snuggled closer, my hand sliding onto his thigh.

“We made it,” I said, heat coiling through me. “Who would’ve thought?”

Aaron leaned into my other side, his free hand wrapping around my waist. “There were definitely a few moments when I wasn’t sure.”

Suddenly, all the tension and adrenaline melted from my limbs. With Darrel and Lance on the way, I realized that this was over. We were going to live. “Whoa, we survived all of those fae hunting us.”

“We did,” Aaron said, a grin spreading over his face. He drew me closer, still smiling as he ran his nose back and forth across mine. I hooked my hand behind his neck, pulling him in until our lips touched. He let out a low growl, and the smell of his arousal greeted me, letting me know he was of the same mind. I slid my hand up his thigh, trailing my fingers along his length and relishing the shudder of pleasure that went through his body. After a few seconds, I pulled away and turned to find Mack sitting on the edge of the couch, watching me touch Aaron.

He licked his lips, his eyes rising to mine. A pulse of heat rippled through me when his hungry gaze raked over my body. My nipples hardened, and I slid an arm around his neck, pulling him closer. His lips found mine, and a hand slid under my shirt to cup my breast. A moment later, Aaron’s hand slipped up to caress the other one.

“This is silly,” I breathed as I gathered up Mack’s shirt and pulled it off me. Mack’s mouth found mine immediately, his tongue sweeping over mine, a low moan starting in his throat.

“Good.” Aaron whispered as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending heat spiraling down my body and settling between my thighs.

I pulled away from Mack, turning to Aaron. His mouth took mine hungrily, his tongue tasting Mack’s kiss in my mouth. Wetness pooled between my thighs as Mack’s fingers trailed down my side and over my hip. I shifted on the couch, opening my knees. The scent of my arousal filled the air, and Aaron growled low in his throat, his hand leaving my breast and landing on my thigh.

“Spread them for us, baby,” he said, his voice husky. His hand dipped between my thighs at the same moment as Mack’s, their fingers tangling as they found my sex.

“You’re so wet,” Mack breathed, spreading my folds.

Aaron’s fingertip circled my entrance, teasing me until I was gasping for more. More of him, more of them. I ached to be filled with both of them at once. Mack’s finger caught Aaron’s, twining around it before they sank into me. I spread my knees wider, watching their fingers sink into me together.

My arms still around each of their necks, I pulled them closer, turning my head to find Aaron’s mouth, then Mack’s. Aaron’s lips traced my jawline while Mack’s tongue plunged into my mouth, keeping rhythm with his fingers. I pulled away, breathless, and tugged their faces closer. They hesitated a second, and then Aaron’s mouth angled toward Mack’s.

As soon as their lips met, Mack’s tongue filled Aaron’s mouth. A shock of erotic desire rocked through me. The sight of their tongues warring for dominance made my core clench around their fingers, and they moved faster, thrusting into me as their tongues thrust into each other. My head dropped back on the couch, and suddenly they broke apart. Their mouths dropped to my nipples, each of them sucking hard enough to send jolt after jolt straight to my swollen clit.

When I couldn’t hold back any longer, a cry of pleasure escaped my lips, and I lifted for them to push deeper into me as my walls squeezed around their fingers. Mack moaned over my nipple, slowly rocking the heel of his hand against my sensitive pearl. Pleasure rippled through me, and it took a few minutes for me to catch my breath. When I did, I looked down to see Aaron’s cock swollen and rigid, standing ready for my touch.

“My turn,” I said, sliding down the length of his muscled body and gripping his cock. He arched an eyebrow in surprise. I’d never done this to him before, but I remembered how much I’d enjoyed it, and my mouth grew wet with anticipation. “Can I?”

“Hell, yes,” Aaron said. I leaned down, circling the head of his cock with my lips. His cock swelled, and I moaned in pleasure at the taste of his soft skin under my tongue. Fisting his shaft, I sank my mouth over him, wetting him and sucking gently at the tip.

He murmured encouragement, and I positioned myself better, moving my ass toward Mack. When he didn’t touch me, I lifted my head from Aaron’s cock. Mack’s gaze slid from Aaron’s slippery cock to my eyes. “Fuck me, Mack.”

Mack and I had so much to work out between us, but right now, all I wanted was to feel both of these men inside me.