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“It’s a chance, Pavel,” Justin said. “I want to take it.”
Pavel wanted to stand, to separate and argue his point,but the feeling of his two mates next to him was too blissful. The tall, warm form of his witch to his left and the cool, slender frame of his vampire to his right. The will to fight was draining from him.
He shook his head, trying to reactivate his reason. “If she’s wrong, you’ll be stuck with me. You’ll have to watch me?—”
“Listen to me, you fucking idiot.” Justin swung a leg over, straddling Pavel, placing a hand on his chest and staring straight into his eyes with a gaze that pierced his soul.
“It would be a fucking honor to be with you. To care for you. To watch over you and wait for you. Would it be painful? Sure. But it would be a privilege. Because you’re our mate. A good man I’m already falling for. You are worth it.”
Pavel opened his mouth but couldn’t find a reply. His heart was full, overwhelmed by Justin’s words and by the force of the emotion shining in his eyes.
Gentle lips brushed against his left cheek, and Sebastian’s soft breath tickled his ear.
“Listen to Justin,” Sebastian whispered. “Believe what he says. We aren’t going anywhere. If the worst happens, we’ll be by your side. We choose you.”
Sebastian leaned away, then reached down and tweaked Pavel’s exposed nipple, sending a surprising shock down his spine.
“Besides, the worstwon’thappen. We’ll complete the mating bond, and you’ll be around for another three millennia. You’ll be sick of us after a few hundred years.”
Pavel turned to Sebastian. The smirk was back on the witch’s face, but there was something else in his eyes. An oldhurt, a wound that had widened every time someone had said he was too much, too chaotic, too…everything.
He wouldn’t allow it. Pavel reached forward and took Sebastian’s face in his hands, locking eyes with the witch.
“Listen to me. I will never get sick of you.” He turned back to Justin. “Either of you.”
Pavel pulled both of his mates closer to himself and squeezed, loving the feel of their disparate bodies against his own.
He didn’t know why, exactly, these two were willing to risk so much for him. But he understood now that he didn’t need to know.
“Come on. Let’s do this.”
Chapter 27
Justin
Sebastian was bouncing with excitement, but Justin wasn’t willing to complete the bond in the common area where any random vampire could walk in. He didn’t know what mating entailed for witches and gargoyles, but for vampires it meant drinking blood and having hot sex. Stuff that needed privacy.
Justin led them through the halls of the covenhouse to his apartment. They walked in silence, the desire throbbing between them like an extra heart. Sebastian had been in Justin’s bed a couple of hours ago, but it was new for Pavel. The gargoyle glanced around at the spare furnishings as they headed toward the bedroom.
“If you want, the two of you can live with me…” Pavel said.
Now that his opposition had dissolved, Pavel’s attitude had changed. His signature confidence didn’t disappear, per se, but there was a sheepishness that only made the gargoyle sexier.
“It’s big enough for the three of us. I have a king-sizedbed,” Pavel continued, his voice as low and rumbling as always, but soft now, gentle. “If that’s something the two of you want. To live together. Just because we’re mates doesn’t mean?—”
“I don’t care where we live,” Justin replied. The certainty in his words surprised him. Everything was so clear to him now they had Pavel back from his stone form. “I want us to be together.”
Pavel glanced at Sebastian, who shrugged. “I live in a two-bedroom apartment with three other people, so I’ll be there tomorrow morning with my suitcase. If I’m going to be stuffed in a tiny apartment with other people, I want those other people to be my mates.”
A small smile spread across Pavel’s face. “Settled, then.”
Justin grabbed one hand each and pulled his mates to the bed. He pushed Pavel down into a prone position, straddling him and grinding against his gargoyle mate’s naked cock. A fire burned in him, a need to feel his skin against theirs. As he attacked Pavel’s mouth, nibbling and sucking on the man’s sweet lips, Sebastian’s long arms surrounded him.
First came the witch’s soft kisses on his neck. He shivered at the feather-soft touch of those lips. Once Sebastian’s hardness grazed his ass, he couldn’t help but groan. These men were everything.
As Pavel tugged at one of his nipples, Justin found himself speeding toward climax without even taking his dick out. He broke off the kisses and deftly slid out from between them. Sebastian collapsed down into the space he vacated and started his own assault on Pavel, lips and fingers moving all over the maestro, who gripped the witch hard, keeping him prisoner. A sexy, sexy prisoner.
“Wait,” Justin said, giving Seb a little push. Sebastian looked up, a pout forming on his lips.
