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Rolling over onto my stomach, I buried my face into my pillow and tried to will them out of my thoughts. Only the more I tried not to think of Marcus and Irwin, the more I thought of them. Their faces filled my mind. Marcus’s promises of safety whispered in my ears. I could almost feel their arms around me and their warm bodies pressing on me from all angles again. My hips moved trying to ease my hard dick. I was slick too and craving fullness. I lost myself to the memory of them holding me close. Marcus’s breath on my skin and Irwin’s cheek pressed up against mine. I ground down against the mattress again and again thinking only of them until everything inside of me exploded. Then I panted against the pillow, flushed, satisfied, and still as lost as ever. The only difference was now I needed to take a shower before bed.

Chapter Eleven

Irwin

The head of Marcus’s thick cock pressed against my slick needy omegahole. Even after months together and having his baby, I still couldn’t get enough of him. Sometimes our lives were so consumed with work and Faran, I really didn’t get enough of him. Everything inside of me burnt hot. Marcus’s weight pressed pleasantly against me as my body opened up to the familiar shape of him. I hoped Fen was okay in the guest room. I hoped I could be quiet enough to not make him uncomfortable.

“I’ll put my hand over your mouth, mate,”Marcus teased over our mating link.

“You might have to. I don’t want to scare him off,”I whispered back over the mating link as the bulbous head of his dick slid into me.

I bit my bottom lip and pressed down against him. I wanted every inch of him tucked inside of me. I always wanted him this much, but adding the second true-mate response to the mix made me hornier than ever. We weren’t sure where Fen would fit it, but that was an issue for another day. The only issue in front of me right then was how my heavy, over-filled balls throbbed for release.

Marcus sighed and buried his face in the crook of my neck as he sank home into my tight omegahole. My body welcomed him by squeezing hard and fueling the fire burning between us. I lost myself to our lovemaking as our hips rocked in time. Like always, the rest of the world faded away when I was with Marcus. There was just me and him and the pleasure spiraling over both of us and raining down upon us from our shared mating link.

When he was close, Marcus reached between our bodies and took my dick in his hand. My breath hitched, and for a second, I couldn’t exhale at all as he squeezed me hard. Pleasure spiraled up and down my cock over and over. Marcus bit my earlobe, and the air went out of me in a whoosh of a moan. I turned my face to the side, into his muscular arm trying not to disturb Fen. Of course, we wanted him here with us. We missed him even though he was just down the hallway from us. That much was clear over our mating link, but we had to wait for him to be ready for us.

“Mine,” Marcus bit my shoulder and my cock twitched in his hand.

A second later, I bit his arm to swallow down the howls bubbling over my lips as every drop of pleasure spilled out of me. His thrusts came harder and faster as he sought out his own pleasure inside of me. My brain screamed “Yes!” over and over again, but I swallowed each word down. We had practice at not waking the baby, but this was different. If Fen heard us, he’d know exactly what we were doing.

I wrapped my limbs around Marcus and clung to him for dear life as my brain was rattled by orgasm and he thrust closer and closer to the edge of his own pleasure. Our foreheads pressed together, as he finally thrust hard into my slick omegahole and spilt his pleasure into my body. We panted for breath, both of us smiling. Being new parents hadn’t stolen our groove and neither had meeting our third. Things just might work out okay after all.

Chapter Twelve

Marcus

Irwin slept like a rock that night. I, on the other hand, lay awake for hours staring at the ceiling. Trauma was never an easy thing to process. Hearing someone else’s trauma was never easy either. Only the first time I heard Fen’s story it was just that – just a story. It was a horrible thing that happened to someone else. At the time, he might’ve ended up as my client but I’d never get more involved than that. Only now, he was mine. He was mine as much as Irwin was. He was mine to protect, love, and heal. Just thinking about how what he witnessed affected the rest of his life left me thirsty for blood.

Eventually, I gave up on sleep and unentwined my sweaty limbs from Irwin’s. After a quick shower, I tiptoed down the hall and pressed my ear against Fen’s door. His easy breathing and slowed heartbeat meant he was out cold. I let out a long sigh and headed outside. I wasn’t sure where I was going until I reached Daniel and Shepard’s house and dug into my pocket for my keys. I had the spare to their house and Daniel had our spare. It wasn’t the need to talk to my brother or Shepard that led me there. When the world was fucked up to fix there was only one thing that ever really helped.

I tiptoed into the house and Daniel called out my name.

“Sorry,” I said, sprinting down the hall to poke my head into his bedroom to prove I wasn’t an intruder. “Just wanted to check on Faran.”

“Okay. How’s Fern?” He yawned.

Shepard was out cold with his head on his chest. So, I didn’t hold too much of a grudge at Daniel misremembering Fen’s name.

“It’s Fen and he’s out cold. I’ll tell you more later.”

“Lock the door when you leave,” he said.

“I will, brother. Get some sleep.”

“Try not to wake up Norbert,” he yawned.

“I’ll do my best, but if I do, I’ll get him back down.”

“You better. I’ll tell Dad,” he chuckled and lay his head back down on the pillow.

I tiptoed down the hall to the nursery where Faran slept next to his cousin. The two slept with their heads turned to the side to face each other. I slipped my hands under Faran and gently scooped him up into my arms. He blinked a couple of times before closing his eyes and nuzzling into my chest.

I sat in the rocking chair in the dark room and rocked the baby. He was small and tiny but growing every day. He loved to scoot around in his wolf pup form already. He was untouched by the world – sweet, innocent, and unscarred. He was the reason we fought for a better world. He was the reason I couldn’t discount the world as too fucked up to save.

The war in London still hung on all our minds. I heard a lot of details about the cleanup process from Cade in our twice-a-week sessions. Even after the magical extravaganza that killed Ginger Barrell and technically ended the war, it wasn’t really over. Hundreds of people were arrested on charges of supporting Mundanes Before Magic and Cade wasn’t sure his parents had found everyone. Moonscale Manor was still being rebuilt, but the project was put off to reconstruct the hospital and other necessary public buildings. Clarence and Medwin were asking those who fled not to return unless they knew for certain they had a place to live.

Still, the world was worth saving because Faran and other babies like him were in it. I unwittingly rocked myself asleep holding him close to my chest.

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