Hagen, Lynn - Hunter [Zeus's Pack 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting ManLove) (11 page)

“His protectors.” Hunter took the sketch from Quinn’s hand and studied it. “Wow, the depiction of me is so detailed,” Hunter said in an impressed tone.

“I think Dino and Zeus would like to see the additions Tristan added on in these drawings. They’re incredible.” The rendering was better than their blueprints. The elevations were sharp, and the angles were irregular and stood out. Tristan missed his calling. “He used a thirty-degree angle instead of a standard ninety degree.”

“What does that mean?” Hunter asked.

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“It just means when people see something out of the ordinary, they’re drawn to it. It’s not your typical box shape but something more original.” He pointed out the different views Tristan had used in his renderings. “It’s absolutely amazing.”

“You really think so, sir?” Quinn and Hunter looked over their shoulders to see Tristan standing in the doorway, shifting from foot to foot. The look on his face mingled uneasiness and hopefulness. “I was told my drawings were mediocre at best.”

Quinn shook his head, holding up the sketch of the three of them.

“There is nothing mediocre about this, jellybean. You have a talent most people wish they had.” Quinn could see Tristan’s eyes light up at his praise. How could he stay mad at him, or Hunter?

“Thank you. That’s all I ever wanted to hear, that I’m good at something.” Tristan took the sketch from Quinn’s hand. “Yes, that’s how I see both of you.”

“Then I can see myself ordering online.” Quinn chuckled.

“Speak for yourself.” Hunter grunted. There was a faint hint of humor in his dazzling eyes. “You two are not putting me in a skirt, even a man skirt.”

All three began to laugh at Hunter’s protest. Tristan turned his head and batted his eyelashes at him. Quinn didn’t think his jellybean did it on purpose, but his stomach twisted in anticipation when he saw the lust in Tristan’s eyes. His jellybean
wanted
them to wear the outfits. He was turned on as well thinking of the role-playing.

“Get on the bed.” Quinn pointed, looking Tristan in those emerald green eyes. “Hunter and I have need of you.”

“Need of me, sir?” Tristan giggled. “I like that.” Tristan sat the drawing down, ran across the room and closed the door, engaging the lock before stripping his clothes off and jumping on the bed. “Need away, my barbarians.”

“I think he really wants us to wear those damn costumes.” Hunter looked at Quinn with a quirked brow and a devilish grin.

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“And I plan on it.” Quinn said as he shucked his clothes and crawled between Tristan’s legs. “Even the skirt.” Quinn ran his tongue from base to head, watching Tristan’s eyes roll to the back of his head. His jellybean’s legs spread further apart, his hands reaching out for Hunter.

“What does my rainbow want?” Hunter teased as he tossed his clothes aside. Fuck, it must be a shifter thing because Hunter’s cock was large and thick, just like Tristan’s. Talk about glorious romps together.

Tristan was so hard his cock hurt, and to see Hunter standing there asshole-naked, his salivary glands were working overtime. “I want to suck you.”

He was getting better at not saying
sir
. He wasn’t where he wanted to be with the word, but it was better than the word coming out with every sentence he spoke. His goal was to eliminate it completely from his vocabulary.

Tristan licked his lips as Hunter crawled on his knees across the bed, that supersonic cock in his hand. He wasn’t sure what he wanted more, for Quinn to fuck him or to suck that delectable cock Hunter was showing off.

Decisions, decisions.

Why not both? Tristan pushed up to his elbows and licked at the head of Hunter’s cock while Quinn tried to siphon his sperm from his balls through the eye in his cockhead. Tristan didn’t want to come that way. He wrapped his legs around Quinn’s head, using his thighs to suppress the need to donate his little soldiers to Quinn’s saliva.

“Someone wants me to fuck him.” Quinn slapped Tristan’s hip as he rose from between his legs. “On your knees.”

Tristan gave one more lavish lick to Hunter’s cock before getting into the leapfrog position. Hunter walked on his knees to the

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headboard, repositioning himself so his prick was directly in front of Tristan’s mouth.

Naughty, naughty man. Tristan opened when Hunter tapped his cock against Tristan’s cheek. He suckled and slobbed, taking in as much as he could. Quinn’s preparations were driving him crazy. He could scent Quinn’s desire, and it was distinctive from Hunter’s.

Quinn rolled his balls around while stretching his hole. This only drove him more insane with lust.

Tristan hummed around Hunter’s cock, drinking in the pre-cum as Quinn slid the head of his cock into Tristan’s asshole, and then he pulled out. Tristan wanted to protest, but that was kind of hard with an extra-large dick in his mouth. Quinn slid in again, and then pulled free.

Tristan grabbed the base of Hunter’s cock and pulled it from his mouth. “Will you fuck me already?”

Quinn chuckled evilly behind him. “I was wondering how long it was going to take for you to say something.”

“I was enjoying this big cock in my—
ugh
.” Tristan squeaked.

Quinn thrust in all the way to the root. He would swear to anyone that he could feel every vein and ridge of Quinn’s dick in his ass.

Hunter opened Tristan’s mouth and began to fuck it with his dick.

Tristan clawed at Hunter’s muscled thighs as his mouth and ass were being well used. Having both major orifices filled was a thrill he wouldn’t tire of anytime soon.

“You have such a sweet ass.” Quinn rubbed his hands over Tristan’s mounds, praising them as he fucked Tristan’s ass.

“And such a sweet mouth,” Hunter added, caressing Tristan’s swollen cheeks, running his fingers over Tristan’s throat muscles. He knew his mate was feeling the muscles work Hunter’s dick. “I’m gonna come soon, rainbow.” Hunter hissed as he snapped his hips harder.

“Almost there.” Quinn grunted behind him.

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Tristan knew he was going to be the first. Having two powerful men love on him like this was an aphrodisiac unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and he loved it. He reached under himself and grabbed his own cock, tugging at it as Hunter fucked his mouth and Quinn fucked his ass, feeling both cocks work his senses over.

Tristan hummed around Hunter’s prick as he came, his body convulsing with his release.

“That’s it, rainbow, come for us,” Hunter cooed. “Because I’m about to come for you,” Hunter warned and then stiffened, holding Tristan’s head as he came down his throat. The taste was divine against his tongue.

“Hell,” Quinn shouted, ramming his cock deep into Tristan’s ass, feeling Quinn’s prick throbbing with its release. His anus seemed to milk every last seed from Quinn.

“I need a V8.” Tristan fell forward, right into Hunter’s thighs.

“Come on, rainbow, I have you.” Hunter chuckled as he rolled Tristan to his side.

Tristan walked into the living room, softly humming to himself as he looked around. It was homey enough, a comfortable arrangement.

But it wasn’t Quinn’s place.

“Hello, Tristan.”

“Uh, hello.” Tristan spotted the dark-haired man sitting off in one corner. His expression was a mixture of sad and thoughtful. “Who are you?”

“My name is Chey. I’m Torem’s brother.”

Tristan took a closer look. The man was wearing long sleeves and leather gloves. It was a little too hot for that. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you dressed like it’s fall outside?”

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Chey smiled at him sadly as he looked down at his leather-covered hands. “My touch isn’t always welcomed,” he said softly, sadly.

What kind of touching did Chey do exactly? “I don’t understand, si—Chey.”

“Let’s just say people fall apart if they come in contact with me.”

Chey turned his head, pretty much dismissing Tristan. None of it made sense, but if the shifter didn’t want to talk about it, who was he to pry? It wasn’t like he was an open book himself about what happened with him and his life with Xavier.

Tristan took a step back, feeling like he was invading on the man’s quiet time. “I won’t bother you.”

Chey looked back at him, shaking his head. “It’s okay. I just wanted you warned before you accidently touched me. God forbid I have a heart attack and you have to do CPR on me.”

Well, that was sure morbid thinking. Were all the occupants of this house so grim? Tristan wasn’t sure what to make of Chey. The man didn’t look crazy, but his words were sounding like he sure was.

“You a mate?” A short-statured Asian man walked into the living room asking. “We being crowded here.”

“But this house has, like, fifty thousand rooms,” Tristan pointed out.

“So, still too crowded. Who you with?” The man glared at him, looking him up and down.

“Hunter and Quinn?”

“Not know them. You must go.” The guy began jabbing his finger at the front door. “And take funny hat with you.”

That’s it
. He was tired of people making fun of him. “There is nothing wrong with my hat, mister. I happened to like it and my clothes, and only my opinion matters!”

“You say words, but I no hear.” The man moved his fingers in a talking gesture. “It still funny hat.”

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“Did they find out who burned your house down?” Chey sat forward as he asked.

Tristan ignored the hostile human in front of him. “No, I wish they would so we can find our own place.” Tristan stopped talking and sniffed the air. Oh, man. That smell was entering his nostrils and going straight to his stomach. How long had it been since he ate bacon?

“Smells like Jasper is up and cooking,” Chey stated. “Want to go see if he made enough for everyone?”

“I don’t want to be a bother.” But he did want to be the bacon tester if Jasper needed one. Was that hickory flavor he smelled?

Chey grinned, waving his hand toward the doorway. “Let’s go find out what he’s cooking.”

Tristan’s stomach followed Chey to the kitchen. If he could eat the scent, he’d be obese right now. Heck, Tristan would be happy to gain twenty pounds. He’d always been a skinny guy, a small wolf, and the shortest around. It seemed no matter what he tried, he couldn’t gain weight.

“Smells good in here,” Chey said as he took a seat at the table.

“You gonna share?”

“Yep, I made enough for an army, and the way those soldiers eat, that might not be enough.” Jasper chuckled as he pulled the bacon from the frying pan, and then added some raw pieces to the heated skillet. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you that I liked your hair.”

“That’s because it matches yours.” Tristan laughed.

“I am partial to redheads. I tried to get Toby to dye his, but he just pouted for a few days, something about trying to change him.
As if
. I just wanted to see how he would look.” Jasper smiled at Tristan, his eyes full of mischief.

Toby growled and grabbed Jasper around his waist. “Mine.”

“Isn’t he cute? Ever since mates started showing up here, he’s gone all possessive on me. It must be a human thing.” Jasper chuckled and kissed Toby. “He even growls better than a wolf.”

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“I’m standing right here.” Toby pouted, sticking his bottom lip out.

Although Tristan had met the couple and had lived here for a week, he was just now getting to know them, and he liked them. “I know what you mean, Toby. I feel the same way about Hunter and Quinn, so it must not be a human thing but a mate thing.”

“Don’t encourage him.” Jasper set Toby aside and brought breakfast to the table. “I suggest you get your portion now before the mass of wolves comes in and sucks the kitchen clean.”

“We heard that,” Memphis quipped as he came into the kitchen and grabbed a plate. “I still say my cooking is better.”

“Not even on a good day, buster.” Jasper pointed his spatula at the soldier. Tristan was enjoying the friendly bantering. He hadn’t been around a lot of people before, not like this, under one roof, and he was having fun.

“Hey, squirt.” Sidney patted Tristan on the back as he grabbed a plate and filled it. “How are you holding up?”

Tristan chewed his bacon and swallowed before answering.

“Good.”

The soldiers sat at the table as they ate and talked. The laughter and camaraderie made Tristan smile. It was loud and filled with wisecracks and chuckles. It felt like a home. Like the home he had grown up in, and the feeling made him nostalgic.

His only dark spot in life was Xavier. Tristan’s home life had been wonderful with loving parents and good friends. One wrong decision and his life had taken a wrong turn.

Tristan brushed the thought away, not wanting his good mood hampered with thoughts of that bastard.

He wasn’t sure what he was going to do today while Hunter and Quinn worked, but he was glad to be here.

“Psst.” Sidney leaned over as the others around the table ate and talked.

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Tristan looked up just as he shoved a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a Red Bull on you, would you?”

Hunter pulled into the jobsite, waiting for Quinn to get off of work. He closed the hardware store early so the three could have a nice evening together. They left the decision up to Tristan to choose what they were going to do. The wolf seemed to bask in the glow of making decisions on his own, and Hunter liked the way it made his rainbow’s cheeks color.

“I have the sketches.” Hunter walked over to Quinn and Dino, handing Dino Tristan’s rendering and then grabbing his mate and planting a kiss soundly on his lips. He didn’t care who was watching, he missed his mates today.

Quinn grabbed Hunter’s arms and wrapped them around his shoulders as Dino looked at Tristan’s drawings. “Have you shown these to Zeus?”