Two Mates for a Magistrate (12 page)

Fritz abandoned Wolfram’s nipple, making him cry out in protest.

He’d have been ashamed to make such noises in front of anyone else, but with his mates, he could be himself. He could ask, trust, and show himself without regard to formalities.

“Don’t worry,” Fritz said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Contradicting his own words, Fritz did move off the bed and began to rummage through the night table. Wolfram experienced a
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small moment of amusement when he realized some things remained the same no matter what race one belonged to—like, for example, where a man kept his lube. Close at hand, accessible for all those lonely nights, or preferably, for when he had pleasant company of the mate variety.

Fritz returned with the lubricant and tossed it to Dietrich.

Regretfully, Dietrich abandoned Wolfram’s cock in favor of opening the tube. As much as he felt the loss of Dietrich’s mouth on him, Wolfram spread his legs, already anticipating what was to come. He’d never taken a cock up his ass. He’d wanted it, yes, but he’d never trusted anyone enough, not even Klaus. Their people didn’t have difficulties in accepting same sex couples like humans, but even so, The Magistrate was expected to always be on top of things, even in the bedroom.

Wolfram’s heart thundered as Dietrich poured the lubricant on his fingers and warmed it. A few instants later, a slick finger returned to prod at his hole, sliding in with excruciating care. Fritz pressed his lips to Wolfram’s in a sweet, yet passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, with Wolfram allowing his human to take over, to do whatever he wished. At the same time, he himself reveled in Fritz’s taste, loving the way the other man’s flavor washed over him.

Dietrich took his time preparing Wolfram. Another finger joined the first and Dietrich thrust them in and out of Wolfram’s body in an imitation of the act that would soon follow. He stretched Wolfram gently, and when he crooked his fingers just so, they rubbed against Wolfram’s special spot.

Wolfram groaned into Fritz’s mouth. He’d played with himself before and even dared to use the occasional toy, when and if he had the time and desire. But nothing ever prepared him for this. Dietrich’s skilled touch was already tearing him apart, and they hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet.

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Wolfram tore his mouth from Fritz. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

He needed to be filled, to be taken, to feel the reality of this moment and not consider it a dream. “Please, fuck me. Now.”

“Your wish is my command,” Dietrich replied. The words might have sounded gentle, but the tone was anything but. Both Dietrich and Fritz seemed to be on the edge as well, just like him. Wolfram could sense it through their connection.

Dietrich removed his fingers from his ass, and Wolfram groaned at the feeling of emptiness that invaded him. Dietrich flipped him over and Wolfram shamelessly pushed his ass out, wordlessly begging for more. Dietrich positioned his cock at Wolfram’s opening and pushed in. His mate was big, bigger than any toy Wolfram ever dared to use. He actually felt the head pop in, and he loved it.

His flesh yielded to Dietrich’s cock. Wolfram would have impaled himself on his mate’s dick, but the other man held his hips, keeping him from moving. Passion and frustration coursed through him. He reached out in front of him, only to realize Fritz had gone. He felt a small moment of panic, before their bond and his senses identified Fritz’s location.

It was the strangest thing. Through his mind’s eye, he could see Fritz move around, even if physically, he’d have been unable to do so.

Fritz grabbed the lubricant, and in his mind, Wolfram watched him squirt liquid over the crack of Dietrich’s ass. Fritz prepared Dietrich, much as Dietrich had done before. Wolfram bit his lip and struggled to keep still and hold his impatience in check. Even so, he couldn’t contain a sigh of relief when at last, Fritz removed his fingers and filled their mate from behind.

Fritz’s cock fully entered Dietrich. They were connected in the most intimate way three men could ever be. Their first time together had been amazing, but this, this went beyond anything Wolfram ever imagined.

They began a rhythm, slower at first, then faster and faster. Each of Fritz’s thrusts sent Dietrich deeper inside Wolfram, until Wolfram
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couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. Through their connection, he felt their emotions, their experiences. In a way, it seemed as if he took them the same way they did with him.

Whenever they moved, Dietrich’s cock hit Wolfram’s prostate, making the pleasure soar higher and higher. Soon, Wolfram found it hard to even support himself on all fours. Somehow, Dietrich managed to preserve enough strength to keep him upright. It felt odd to depend on someone so much, but for the first time in his life, Wolfram allowed himself to love and be loved openly, to give and take without fear.

The spiritual freedom molded with the sheer carnal pleasure.

Wolfram’s cock throbbed, demanding release, and energy sizzled through his body, awakening every nerve, making each cell shout in pleasure. All the while, his soul soared, reveling in the union with his mates. Dietrich and Fritz were right there with him, their minds and bodies entwined with his.

He didn’t know how long it lasted. Time ceased to have any meaning, and the only thing that remained relevant and made sense at all was the three of them and their intimate connection. Even so, all too soon, Wolfram felt the pleasure reach unbearable proportions.

Stars flashed in front of his eyes, his vision dimmed, and he found his peak. Distantly, he heard a voice crying out his mates’ names and recognized it as belonging to him. And then, Fritz and Wolfram’s voices joined his, and Wolfram felt heat fill him as both his mates came as well. He experienced it twofold, one directly, through his own body, the other through Dietrich and their mind bond. The new wave of ecstasy prolonged Wolfram’s climax, until he thought he could not bear it any longer.

He collapsed on the bed, drained of every bit of his strength, but more content than he’d ever been in his life. By some miracle, he managed to avoid the wet spot. Dietrich and Fritz fell by his side, and they cuddled together, enjoying the aftermath of the incredible orgasm.

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When the sensations began to fade, Wolfram’s brain capacities returned and he realized a remnant of dry semen wouldn’t be very pleasant to wake up to. He slipped from between his mates and went to the bathroom. After cleaning up, he brought a wet washcloth with him. When he returned to the room, his mates had already dozed off.

Smiling, Wolfram gently wiped them down, abandoned the cloth, and returned to bed by their side. Even in sleep, his men made room for him between them. Wolfram closed his eyes and fell into slumber, surrounded by his mates’ warmth and comforting scents.

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Wolfram watched as the crowd trickled inside the ballroom of the Magistrate’s Den. He’d invited all the important families of the spirit wolves to the official reception in honor of his mates. It gave him a headache to have to withstand the assault of so many questions, and putting on false smiles had never been a hobby of his. Still, it wouldn’t hurt for his mates to meet some influential people and become an integral part in their society.

Another family arrived and came to pay their respects. Wolfram smiled at the patriarch and beckoned his mates closer. As he introduced them, Wolfram noted a genuine curiosity and pleasure regarding Dietrich’s presence. Fritz however was not so well received. The head of the family masked his disapproval quite well, but the younger wolves not so much. Wolfram politely dispatched them. If they remained in his company for much longer, he’d lose his temper and say something he might later regret.

He gritted his teeth and focused on controlling himself. These were his people. They couldn’t be expected to immediately accept humans in their midst, and more so as mates. So many centuries of considering such relationships wrong and forbidden couldn’t be wiped away overnight. Wolfram had amended the laws years back, after he’d seen Linden Rivers recover from his injury due to the double bite, but the rest of the spirit wolves didn’t have the same experience. They could not understand him, and they were, after all, dedicated to tradition.

Fritz’s warm arm went around him. “It’s all right. They’ll get used to the idea eventually.”

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Wolfram nodded, knowing his mate had a point. After all, their bond came with an additional perk, extending Fritz’s life and improving his general stamina and resistance to disease. “I just wish we could have gone without this party,” he replied. “I doubt anyone who came even wants to be here.”

“Well, there are some who wish us well.” Dietrich smiled at him and discreetly pointed into the crowd. Wolfram caught sight of Klaus.

Oddly, his friend seemed captivated by a conversation with Clay Hart.

Wolfram would be very thankful if Klaus found someone as well. The man had lived in the shadow of his duty for too long.

To the side, Marcus and Sebastian were talking in low voices.

Marcus had recovered from his injury, and immediately insisted on returning to service. His perseverance convinced Wolfram to allow him to resume his life as a hunter, much to Sebastian’s dismay. The other spirit wolf seemed more and more disgruntled by Marcus’s choice to ignore the incident in Trier as just another random wound and nothing more. Wolfram made a mental note to discuss things with them as soon as possible. For now, he kept them close. He’d decided to assign them to patrol the States, just in case.

He noticed Valerius D’Averam and Trent Hart waiting to be introduced, with their mate, Andrew. He’d spoken with the rest of the Hart family earlier, but tradition dictated that mated couples would come together, separately from other relatives. The doctor looked just as cool and composed as he’d be in a lab, but Wolfram knew he must be feeling very uncomfortable. Linden Rivers and his two mates were by his side, and Andrew seemed to be trying to comfort Linden a bit.

Obviously, the young human couldn’t deal with the overflow of apprehension coming from the spirit wolves too well.

Wolfram ushered them closer. “Hello,” he said in greeting.

“Welcome to my home.”

“Thank you, My Lord.” Valerius bowed lowly.

“We’d like to congratulate you on your mating,” Trent continued.

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“We wish you a very happy life by the side of your two mates,”

Ashton offered.

Wolfram accepted their well-wishes with a smile, feeling they were genuine, unlike those coming from others. Of course, he hadn’t expected anything different. These men understood. They loved their own human mates and knew how important their bond could be, for their entire nation.

“These are my mates, Dietrich Dupont and Fritz Bauer.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Dietrich said, extending his hand in greeting.

As Fritz did the same, Wolfram noticed the conspicuous absence of Andrew Blunt’s son. “And your son, Doctor Blunt?” he asked.

“Did he not join us for the celebration?”

For the first time, Andrew looked a bit uncomfortable. “I apologize for his absence, but I’m afraid he felt a bit sick, My Lord. I preferred to keep him from traveling.”

Wolfram understood exactly why Paul hadn’t come. He might not have children, but he understood the protectiveness of a parent.

Indeed, it was better for young Paul to be temporarily kept away from other spirit wolves, at least until their nation got used to the thought of humans among them.

“I see,” he told Andrew. “I’m sorry to hear that. I hope he feels better soon.”

“Thank you, My Lord.” Andrew gave him a grateful smile.

Clearly, the doctor realized Wolfram saw through the little lie.

“At any rate, I hope you enjoy the party, for as long as you wish to stay. I don’t want to keep you from your son for too long.” There was truly no sense in making Andrew more uncomfortable. At this point, Wolfram considered them all friends. Without them, he might not have been able to rescue his mate, and the serum Andrew developed could very well save many lives. In time, he hoped everyone would see that.

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The group thanked him again and took their leave to mingle around the other guests. Linden Rivers lingered for a few seconds. He looked like he wanted to say something, but changed his mind at the last minute and followed after his mates.

Wolfram considered Linden’s actions. The human had felt Joseph’s appearance in their lives before it happened. Perhaps he’d know something of consequence. Wolfram would talk to him, but not now, not yet.

He stole a look at his mates and said, “Walk with me.”

He led them out of the ballroom and into the gardens. The night was cool, but beautiful, and the sky shone full with stars above them.

“It’s beautiful here,” Fritz told him.

Wolfram didn’t reply. He just took Fritz and Dietrich’s hands in his own and held them. As they stood there, in comfortable silence, Wolfram celebrated his mating with his men in his own way. Perhaps he couldn’t see into the future, not like Linden did, but he did know that, with Fritz and Dietrich by his side, he could take on the world and win. Love would help him find a way.

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

A native Romanian, Scarlet was born in 1986 and grew up an avid fan of Karl May and Jules Verne, reading fantasy stories and adventure. Later, when she was out of fantasy stories to read, she delved into her mother’s collection of book and, of course, stumbled onto romance.

As a writer though, Scarlet Hyacinth was born one sunny summer day, when a dear friend of hers—the same friend who introduced her to GLBT fiction—proposed they start writing a story of their own. As it turns out, the two friends never did finish that particular story, but Scarlet discovered she had a knack for writing and ended up starting to write individually. And so, between working on her dissertation, studying for exams, and reading yaoi manga, she started writing the Kaldor Saga. Along the way, Scarlet met a lot of wonderful people who supported her, and in the end, she found her story a home and, in the process, fulfilled a beautiful dream.