Star-Crossed Mates (11 page)

Forcing his stiff muscles to work, Klaus got up and climbed off the slab holding him. In front of the pedestal stood the majestic figure of the White Wolf. But he could not focus on the Spirit Mother, as he searched for two other people in the room. At last, his eyes fell on Ross and Clay. He could have wept in relief.

“Go,” the Spirit Mother whispered. “This moment is for you.”

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In a flash, Klaus separated the distance between him and his two mates. Ross and Clay’s arms went around him. “Oh, Klaus…” Clay sobbed. “I thought we’d lost you.”

“I can’t believe this,” Ross murmured. “Are you real?”

Klaus chuckled and broke the embrace. His head felt light with the realization of what he’d lost and had been gifted back. “Very real.”

When he stepped away from his mates, he realized they were no longer in the funeral room. Instead, they’d somehow been transported to his chambers.

“Wow…” Ross said, sounding breathless. “That’s amazing. Are you sure this isn’t a dream?”

Clay pinched himself then Ross. Apparently, this persuaded Ross because he grinned. “Okay, I’m convinced now. And if it is a dream, I don’t want to wake up. Ever.”

The joy in Ross’s voice held the lingering traces of sorrow, panic, and disbelief. Klaus could sense the same emotions in Clay. He wondered how much his mates suffered during his absence.

He’d disappointed them so much, always putting his duty in front of his affection for them. But no longer. Now, he was finally free.

Now, he could love them like they deserved.

“Ross, Clay,” he began hesitantly. “This is a second chance. Are you willing to start something new with me? You don’t have to give me an answer now. I—”

His words were cut off by Clay’s mouth crushing his. Klaus’s eyes widened, but he gladly accepted his mate’s sweet assault. Not one to be passive, he retaliated with all the pent-up passion he’d preserved for Clay all these long years.

When their mouths separated, they were both breathing hard. “We may have issues,” Clay said, “but we’ll surpass them, together. No more hesitation, no more guilt.”

A distant voice inside Klaus’s head made him wonder if Clay was truly willing to forgive him, just like that. He pushed the doubts away,
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focusing on the moment. Yes, he’d just been given another chance, and he’d take advantage of it.

He took Clay’s hand then Ross’s and pulled his mates toward the bedroom. His heart thundered as if he were a virgin before the wedding night. He feared they would refuse him, but they didn’t.

Instead, the trip to the sleeping quarters turned into a journey of sensuality, as they proceeded to remove each other’s clothing.

By the time they reached the bedroom, a trail of shirts, pants and jackets lay behind them while they greedily explored naked skin.

Klaus pushed Ross on the mattress and pounced on top of the young man. He didn’t go any further, though. He wanted to make sure Ross was ready for this.

“Are you sure?” he asked his mate.

Ross nodded. “Like you said, you and I knew each other before we actually met. I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life.”

Klaus didn’t hesitate again. He pressed his mouth to Ross’s, coaxing his mate’s lips to part. By his side, Clay joined them on the bed. His hands trailed over Klaus’s naked back, sending shivers down his spine. “Go ahead,” Clay whispered. “Touch him. Touch us.”

Following his mate’s instructions, Klaus allowed himself to intensify the kiss. He ravaged Ross’s delicious mouth, taking in the addicting taste of his mate. Ross’s answering passion humbled and astonished him, at the same fueling his desire.

He’d have liked to take more time just enjoying Ross’s flavor, but his cock throbbed, demanding a full union with his two mates. It was long overdue, and something both his soul and his body had yearned for a long time.

Klaus got off Ross, intending to prepare the young man for intercourse. He just went with the flow, allowing his passion to lead his touches. Even if he’d never taken Ross to his bed, he instinctively knew what his mate might like, and he looked forward to finding everything out in detail.

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To his surprise, Ross pushed him down, switching their positions on the bed. Before Klaus could figure out what was going on, Ross lowered his mouth over Klaus’s cock. Wet heat engulfed Klaus’s dick, and he moaned, the bliss casting away all his lingering misgivings.

Clay’s beautiful face appeared in his line of sight. “We’ll take care of you. It’ll be the three of us together from now on. So just relax and enjoy.”

Whatever reply Klaus might have been able to muster was swallowed by Clay’s kiss. Their tongues entangled in a dance of passion that went to Klaus’s head like high-class Riesling. Clay’s hands traveled over his chest and stopped next to Klaus’s nipples.

When his mate’s fingernails scraped over the tender buds, a whirlpool of sensations assaulted him from several directions. The hot ecstasy of the suction, the light teasing pain against his nipples, the delicious taste of Clay’s lips on his, all of it converged and conspired to drive him crazy.

At first, Ross’s motions remained teasing, almost hesitant. He moved his head up and down Klaus’s shaft, as if acquainting himself with Klaus’s taste and preferences. Gradually, he began to speed up, taking Klaus’s dick to the root then releasing him in quick, enthusiastic sucks.

With his two mates intent on feasting on his body like this, Klaus clung to the bedding and enjoyed the ride. He was close, so close, hovering just on the edge of orgasm. For maybe a moment, Clay disappeared, leaving Klaus puzzled and bereft. With his brain still being sucked out through his cock, he couldn’t find words to ask and he didn’t get the chance anyway. Clay returned and tossed Ross a tube of lubricant.

A snap and a click alerted Klaus to his mate’s desires. Ross briefly abandoned his ministration on Klaus’s dick to squirt lube on his fingers. Klaus parted his legs, giving his mate access, and forced his body to relax. He and Wolfram had fucked many times, but this was
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nothing like those moments. Just the thought of the coupling to follow drove him wild.

To his surprise, Ross didn’t prepare him. Instead, the young man reached behind himself, biting his lip and sighing softly. Klaus couldn’t suppress a groan when he realized what Ross intended. He could almost feel the ghost of Ross’s touch inside him as his mate prepared himself.

Clay moved behind Ross, his skilled hands helping Ross along the process. Ross leaned against Clay, his face flushed beautifully in a shade of red that complemented his gorgeous hair. Over Ross’s shoulder, Clay grinned, his eyes heated. “You should see him, Klaus,”

he said. “He looks so amazing.”

Klaus indeed wanted to see Ross, but his young mate shook his head. “We’ll do this right.”

The ghostly touch disappeared as Ross retreated his fingers and positioned his hole over Klaus’s hard cock. He hesitated, sharing a look with Clay, but Clay smiled gently and pecked his mate. Klaus realized Ross had never done this before, not even with Clay, and his heart leaped at the amazing gift he’d been granted.

Ross took a deep breath and began to lower his body over Klaus’s dick. Klaus gritted his teeth in a conscious effort not to thrust up. It must’ve been one of the hardest things he’d done in his life. Ross’s channel engulfed him in a tight hold, a velvet-like fist that swallowed him more and more. Klaus could just compare it with the few times he’d shared with Clay. Only, Clay was also here now, his hands wrapped around Ross’s torso, helping their young mate measure his descent to avoid discomfort.

At first, Ross showed some difficulties in taking the whole of Klaus’s dick. But at last, his buttocks lay flush against Klaus’s testicles, and he breathed hard as he smiled down at Klaus. He whispered a single word. “Together.”

Klaus nodded, and his gesture, while simple, seemed to break a dam inside Ross. Ross pushed up, his ass almost moving off Klaus’s
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dick, then thrust back down. He started a savage rhythm, riding Klaus furiously. They fit together so right, so perfect. There was just one single thing missing.

In a flash, Klaus pushed Ross off him and positioned Ross on all fours. The motion dislodged the union of their bodies, but as soon as Ross exposed his opening, Klaus thrust back in, hissing as he did so.

“Go ahead, fuck his mouth.”

Clay instantly obeyed. He rubbed his cock against Ross’s lips.

Ross parted them and took Clay’s cock. The ecstasy on Clay’s face almost undid Klaus right there and then. He clung to the remnants of his control, wanting this moment to last. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.

When he thought he would not lose it, he opened them again and nodded at Clay. As one, they started a slow pace, fucking Ross slowly, allowing their mate to get used to the sensation of being filled like this. Ross’s moans—even muffled by Clay’s cock—made the entire experience even better. Soon, Klaus found himself unable to keep his resolve. He sped up, aching for more friction, for a deeper penetration. Every time, he aimed for Ross’s prostate, and knew he’d hit the little gland by the increasing pleasure he sensed coming from Ross.

But their connection remained dim and the transferred sensations not as intense as they should be. Klaus knew what he needed to do.

For so long, he’d hesitated in binding his destiny to Clay’s. He’d done the right thing, given the circumstances at the time, but now, he could at last make things complete between them.

His fangs descended of their own accord. As he fucked Ross with abandon, Klaus met Clay’s eyes once again. In that moment, a deeper understanding passed through them, the staccato rhythm bringing both of them so close to climax. No longer able to delay the moment he’d yearned for, Klaus struck. He buried his cock one last time in Ross’s body and embedded his fangs in his mate’s neck.

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Ross’s sweet blood filled his mouth, the taste of a drug Klaus could never get tired of. Their connection clicked into place, and through Ross, the bond with Clay became complete as well. Their three souls and bodies became one, soaring in a world of their own, where only they existed and every dream could be achieved. Klaus found his peak, the sensations washing over him in cleansing waves that brought both a nirvana of pleasure and a wealth of spiritual contentment. Ross’s ass tightened around him as his young mate came as well. Through their bond, Klaus sensed Clay orgasm, too. It seemed to last forever, draining him physically and emotionally.

He fell on the bed, exhausted, but happier than he’d ever been. He could not believe this was truly happening. He pinched himself, just like Clay did earlier, suspecting this could be, indeed, a dream. After all, just a few days ago—how much time had passed anyway?—he’d been fighting Joseph and dying at the feral’s hands. A person could go crazy thinking about that.

His mates must have sensed his change in mood. “It’s okay,” Clay whispered, petting Klaus’s stomach. “You’re with us now.”

Klaus nodded and opened his mouth to reply, but a knock stopped him from doing so. He considered ignoring it, but decided it might be important. The energy he sensed coming from there puzzled him. It seemed more than one spirit wolf had come. He’d just find out what the intruders wanted and send them on their way.

He swiftly grabbed a robe from the bathroom and went to answer the door. As he cracked it open, he faced a crowd of people, all gaping at him. Shocked, Klaus shut the door in their faces. He’d underestimated their number and wasn’t ready to face them, at least not until he got dressed and decent.

Ross came out of the bedroom and sighed. “Well, it seems our time together is over.”

Klaus walked to his mate’s side and pecked him. “Only for now, Ross. Only for now.”

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He headed out, deciding to meet his head-on, once and for all. But as he opened the door, he found Wolfram at the other side, ushering the other spirit wolves away.

Without a word, Wolfram engulfed him in a tight embrace.

“Welcome back, my friend,” he said.

The Magistrate’s voice sounded thick with emotion, and Klaus hugged him back. Their friendship had always been one of the most important things in his life. It meant the world to him to see Wolfram felt the same.

Dietrich and Fritz were also there, a few steps away. They didn’t speak, allowing Wolfram and Klaus their shared moment. “It’s nice to be back,” Klaus answered.

Wolfram chuckled and broke away from him. “Indeed. I won’t keep you. You must be exhausted. But once you’re rested, do come and see me. We have a lot to talk about.”

Klaus nodded silently. After a final hug, Wolfram and his mates began to walk away.

When Klaus returned to his room, he felt so relieved he couldn’t express it in words. His mates waited for him on his couch. A sense of anxiety invaded him, pushing away the warm, fuzzy feelings.

“What’s the matter?” he asked them.

After a brief moment of silence, Clay answered, “Nothing. It’s just… the Magistrate…”

Klaus did not expect Clay to forget about the time they’d lost because of his duty, so he wasn’t surprised by his mate’s reply. “He’s not a threat,” he said. “But maybe we should leave here for a while. It might do us good to take a break and get to know each other.”

Ross and Clay nodded enthusiastically. “That’s a great idea.

Something just for us.”

Klaus smiled. He knew so little of his mates, but he had high hopes. Perhaps this journey would do the trick.

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The day after Klaus’s mysterious resurrection, the entire Den was in turmoil. Clay and Ross found themselves in the unpleasant situation of having to share their mate with dozens of spirit wolves who all came to see if the rumors were true. Klaus’s parents stopped by and left after having done their duty, but that didn’t eliminate the issue.