Two

Moon

I ’m not sure how much time has passed, but I can’t seem to drift off.

At least three of my men are snoring. It’s a sound I think I could get used to. I hated being an only child growing up.

Rolling over, I look at the faces of the eleven men sleeping on the floor in my Gram’s living room. Would they be good fathers? Do they want kids? Besides, Cato, of course.

Odas would, without a doubt. He gives sweet protective daddy vibes. Cato is scary daddy energy for sure. Kili is the father all the significant others of our children should be most worried about. He’s too unpredictable. Warrior is the one who would ask thousands of questions to make sure the date isn’t secretly plotting evil. Tristan and Arlo seem like they’d be the ones telling the others to relax, while Crow, Fen, and Daire secretly plot mayhem. Silas… I don’t think we’d let Silas meet the potential love interests until they’re married…

Lust… I snort. I can see myself calling him daddy for a very different reason. His big dick energy doesn’t give the vibe of a father.

I sit up, watching them sleep. I nibble my lip for a little while, thinking about what I should do.

I need to lie down, and sleep. I need sleep…but…

I climb off the couch and slip to the floor. Lust is lying in front of the couch, so I snuggle under his blanket and wrap my arm around his waist. Resting my head on his chest, I look up at him and wait for him to respond.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” Lust scolds in a sleepy tone, but he wraps his arm around me and tucks me in closer. I breathe in his unique burnt earthy scent and allow it to settle me.

“Can’t sleep,” I admit. I trail my fingers up Lust’s chest, but he grabs my wrist to stop me.

“Can’t sleep if you’re going to keep doing that.” His crystal blue eyes hold me hostage as I continue to tempt him.

“So don’t sleep.” I press a kiss to the bottom of his jaw, and he groans. “I have too much energy. Wear me out,” I whisper.

“It was nearly impossible to resist you before you were mine, Moon. I can’t tell you no.” He groans again when I press another kiss to his bearded jaw.

“I’ll stop if you want,” I offer gently, pulling away, but he stops me with an iron grip around my waist.

“Don’t. I want you. I’ve always wanted you…I will always want you,” he says, before pulling me up onto him. Straddling his waist, I grind over his hardness with a slow roll of my hips. His clenched jaw shows he’s as affected as I am.

“Show me how badly,” I whisper, trying to keep my voice low.

“We’ll wake the others,” he says, as I lean down to kiss his neck to the defined muscles of his shoulder and back up. When I reach his lips, I hover.

“We can be quiet, and I don’t think they’d mind,” I tell him, my lips brushing softly over his.

“We should wait until I can make this moment special.” His sweet response is almost too much for my heart.

“If that's what you want,” I nod, but can’t resist touching him. I’ve thought of kissing him so many times, and the reality is so much better. Loving this man for years was a special form of torture, but I never once thought he could be mine. Not once thinking that he wanted to be mine. “You deserve special,” I agree.

“I can’t wait that long,” Lust growls, flipping us over suddenly, making me gasp. “Don’t be too loud, my Moonlight.”

Lust kisses me, hard and long, and every time I ever wanted him desperately, flashes through my mind as he moves lower, kissing each inch of my skin softly before nibbling.

“Fuck, I’ve thought about my mouth on your skin for years. I’m so in love with you.” Such a desperate confession has me blushing.

He lifts my shirt off over my head, then resumes kissing his way down my body. When my pants are tugged off my legs, Lust kisses his way up my calf to my inner thigh.

“Don’t tease me,” I gasp, as he presses a soft kiss to my center. When he licks me, my back arches, and I push my hands into his hair. “Oh, Lust.” I’m a moaning mess, as my entire body ignites, and I know I’m being too loud.

“Not a tease, my flame, but a promise.”

“Quiet down, naughty Goddess,” Crow groans in a sleepy voice.

“Are we supposed to pretend we can’t hear, or see, them?” Warrior asks, and Daire chuckles.

“We can if you want. Or we can watch,” Daire practically growls, and I look over to find all my mates are watching Lust go down on me. With his arm wrapped around War from behind, Daire peers at me over the resurrected man’s shoulder with a devilish grin.

“Definitely watch,” Warrior says, nodding eagerly.

Lust isn’t concerned about our audience and doubles his efforts between my legs. When I slam my thighs shut, because the pleasure is just too much, Lust pries them open. I’m trying to push him away with my grip in his blond hair, but can’t. I don’t actually want him to stop… I just need a little more.

“Hold her arms,” Lust growls against my skin. The command sends my mates into action.

“My pleasure.” Tristan grabs one wrist, and pins it over my head, before grabbing the other. “You’re stunning, Little Badger.” Tristan kisses me, hot and dirty, before ducking down and taking my hard nipple between his lips, sucking hard. Oh, fuck…

“I’m gonna come!” I cry, and Lust pushes two fingers inside me, sending me over the edge, screaming his name. “Marcellus!”

“We’re not done yet, my flame.” Lust grins, my wetness making his lips glisten. Removing his clothes, he slides between my thighs, lining his hardness up with my center. Our eyes meet, as he pushes into me with one hard thrust. I gasp, watching the look of ecstasy on his face as he stretches me, stroking deep inside me. “You feel better than every dream I’ve ever had of this moment. Your pussy is perfect.” Lust’s praise makes me preen, and I grip the backs of his legs with my thighs, trying to force him deeper.

“You’re so big, so good. So hard,” I moan, trying to tug my hands free from Tristan’s grasp. I want to touch them.

“Fuck her mouth,” Lust says to Tristan, who smirks.

“No, the first time I come inside Moon, it’ll be in her pussy. I think one of the others can help our girl out, though.” Tristan’s words make my heart swell, and my pussy flutter.

“Damn, I think she likes the sound of that… Fenrick,” Lust growls, as he fucks into me slowly. In seconds, my Fae mate is on my other side, across from Tristan, he pulls his cock out, stroking it, smearing the precum over the tip. I lick my lips, more than ready to taste him.

“Flip her over,” Tristan says to Lust. My Phoenix mate leans in to kiss me quickly, and I taste myself on his tongue, before sliding out of me and gripping my hips to flip me over.

Now on my knees, Lust slams back inside of me, as Fen presses his tip to my lips. I open wide for him, sucking him deep into the back of my throat. I moan around his cock, sucking hard.

“Oh, fuck, Moon!” Fen groans, as he watches me with hooded eyes. “That feels so good.”

“So fucking good for us, little mate.” Lust’s voice is deepened now, sounding more urgent. He’s close.

“Fuck, you’re so stunning,” Tristan says, as Lust reaches under my body to circle my clit with his fingers.

“Come for me,” Lust commands, and I shatter around him as Fen’s thrusts pick up speed. I lick and suck him as best I can, and when he comes hard in my mouth, I swallow him down greedily.

Lust’s thrusts are erratic, and it’s not long before he’s moaning my name, and coming inside me.

I fall forward, as my mate wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me into the comfort of his arms.

“Sleep, little Goddess,” Lust whispers as the world fades away, and I fall asleep easily now.