Virgil [Marius Brothers 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (13 page)

“Then I’m just your man.” Virgil wiggled his eyebrows at us. “Let me show you what I mean.” Virgil rolled him over and lowered himself onto Foma’s cock. Then he glanced at me over his shoulder. “Need a written invitation?”

“No, never,” I panted. I quickly got into position behind him and pushed into his sweet hole alongside Foma’s cock. Dear gods, it was just heaven. I didn’t go slow this time, since his body was more than stretched for us. I pounded into him with everything I had, both my mates holding on for the ride as the friction, tension, and movements drove their pleasure to maddening levels.

I watched as Virgil bit Foma, claiming him in the most basic ways as I claimed Virgil again. They came first and I was so enthralled with the sight of it I wasn’t prepared for my own orgasm. Screaming out their names, I shot my seed deep inside Virgil, coating Foma’s cock with it as well.

“Damn, that was fucking awesome,” Virgil mumbled as he collapsed on top of Foma. “We need some individual rounds next too. Maybe after a nap.”

“And we need to feed you some more,” I said, glancing at the clock. “You’ve not had enough to eat today.”

“Okay, feed me your cock later,” he mumbled with a yawn. My jaw fell open in shock. Cheeky mate! I loved it! I saw the lust-filled look Foma was giving Virgil and realized he felt the same. We quickly cleaned up and tucked our mate into bed, wrapping ourselves around him. It was perfect, just as he was.

Virgil

I ended up being right that it would take the High Council days to deliberate. While they were busy, I knew some of my brothers started investigating potential traitors off the facts I’d collected while I… I enjoyed my mates. In every position, I mean
way
possible.

Ayden did come over several times to sit with me and each of my brothers, working through old memories. Damian had been right. All big brothers can be dicks at times. I just never saw it that way or anyone else doing it to any of my brothers. And after the partial conversation I’d heard between my parents when I young, it just followed me into being an adult.

Funny how that happens. It was almost like we couldn’t really understand everything going on when we were young and easily formed opinions and feelings based just on what we perceived.

It wasn’t just about the sex with my mates either. I learned
so
much about them. And as crazy as it sounds, I learned a lot about them while having sex too.

Foma was very tender. He was a big softy who loved long kisses, soulful looks, and gentle caresses. He liked to touch and always be touched. If Mareo or I were close to him he was touching us somehow. Not in an awkward or inappropriate, creepy way. Just simple things. While we ate lunch he’d have his hand on one of our thighs. He never rolled to his own side of the bed at night, perfectly happy to be wrapped around us.

And he
loved
oral sex. Oh heavens did he ever. I woke from a few naps and one morning to him sucking me off or eating out my ass.
Lord
, what a talented tongue he had. And he was loyal. He would rather die a thousand deaths than ever betray or hurt Mareo. I could see it every time he looked at our mate.

Mareo had that same loyalty and a very firm sense of honor. He was a warrior through and through. But what I didn’t know was that since the fae lived on their plane and there wasn’t fighting for them to engage in ever, they trained and were prepared, but they also had other jobs normally.

“So what did you do before you met Foma?” I asked after we showered, dressed, and were about to get breakfast.

“You promise not to laugh?” he mumbled, shy or embarrassed for the first time since I’d met him.

“I promise and I’ll do you one better,” I purred as I grabbed his ass. “You tell me and I’ll give you another fang blow job after breakfast.” He moaned and practically chased me out of my rooms. Just to be randy after I claimed them because they had blow jobs that had been promised to them that they’d wanted to collect on… I had bit Mareo’s dick when he’d been close. He fucking
loved
it. I mean, went wild and fucked me silly right after he was done coming.

Then Foma had wanted to see what all the fuss was about and we’d had about the same result. Apparently my mates
really
got hot by my getting sustenance from their bodies and they loved the kink factor.

“You already have found our weakness,” he growled in my ear as he caught up to me at the top of the stairs. Foma was right there with us, biting back a smile. “Be careful when you play with fire, Virgil. It’s not nice to tease your mates or hold your power over our heads.”

“I love your fire and passion,” I told him honestly. “You can burn me up with it any day you want, my mate. And it’s not teasing when I always come through with my promises.”

“He’s right, Mareo. You have to tell him.”

He huffed and gruffed for a few minutes, mumbling under his breath as he pushed open the kitchen door.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that,” I chuckled.

“What’s a cordwainer?” Caven asked, glancing between Mareo and Gabriel. “It sounds dirty. Is that like a cockwaggler?”

“Caven!” Mother gasped in shock.

“Sorry, Elena,” he said, not looking sorry in the slightest.

“I
really
have to get used to your impressive hearing abilities,” Mareo sighed as he grabbed a plate off the island counter and started loading up with food. “A shoe maker. I used to make shoes. A cordwainer made the fancy shoes and boots. My brother was good at it and became a cobbler. So I made them and he fixed them if need be later. We used to be very close.”

“Have you talked to him since the fae crossed over?” I asked, curious since I’d not heard mention of any family of his yet. I knew Foma was an orphan and Mareo’s parents were gone, but neither said that they had siblings.

“No, I’ve not heard of or from Elan and we didn’t part on the best of terms last time I saw him,” Mareo mumbled. “He thought I was stupid to leave and wouldn’t even see me the first time I came back to the plane. After that I stopped trying.”

“Mareo, Elan is in this coven,” I said gently. “He wasn’t here with the Queen the other day but I know him. He was on Caven’s security for a while.”

“Is he well?” my mate asked quietly, his eyes swimming with emotion. I glanced at Caven, not sure how to answer that. I’d only met the man briefly.

“Elan lived over on this plane for a while,” Caven hedged. “He used to procure items for the Queen and his people when the plane started shrinking. I knew he went back for a while and someone else was helping Brio but maybe he changed his mind and thought he should give this world a chance like you did. You should talk to him.”

“He said he never wanted to see me again. But thank you for telling me he is well.”

“I told you I’d never forgive you,” I said carefully, trying to make a point but not rub salt in old wounds. “Things change and people grow up. What can it hurt to say
hi
to him?”

“Please, Mareo?” Foma begged. That surprised me and I blinked at him in shock. “I
hated
that our decision to leave to find our mate because I so desperately wanted the family I never had caused the rift between you and Elan. You were so close. Please give him a chance to apologize or at least mend the fence. You miss him. Don’t even try to deny that.”

“Okay, yes, I’d like to see him,” Mareo sighed after a moment. He leaned in and kissed Foma. “It was never your fault, my love. I wanted to search for our mate as well. Never doubt that.” Then he turned to me and gave me one as well. “And thank you for helping me see past my hurt feelings, my love. It is hard to move on when your heart aches from the past.”

“I’m learning that and how to—” I started to say and then gasped. I blinked at him.

“Caught what I said there, did you?” He was smiling like the cat that ate the canary. “I thought I’d test it out and see how you felt about it. I didn’t want to freak you out with saying it too soon.”

“So romantic. I’m telling you. He should give romance lessons,” Caven whispered across the table.

“I agree,” I told Caven without even looking at him. I only had eyes for Mareo right then. “I love you too. I love you both.” I glanced past him and met Foma’s gaze. “I love you just as much.”

“And I love you, Virgil,” he said before practically tackling us together. Mareo peppered our faces with kisses, being the complete goofball when he remembered we weren’t alone as we were professing our love for each other. When we sat back up I saw Mother, Marian, a few of my brothers’ mates, and even Father with tears in their eyes.

“You’re happy,” Mother whispered before jumping out of her chair and racing around the table. I thought she was coming to me but she practically dove into Mareo’s arms and hugged him tightly. “Thank you. Thank you for making my son so happy.” Then she did the same to Foma and I blinked in shock.

“I still get hugs like that,” Caven informed me. “She loves to see you guys happy and it’s our fault for being your mates apparently.” He gave me a wink and went back to his breakfast. Okay then.

“I love you,” Mother whispered as she kissed my cheek before hugging me as well. “I’m so happy for you. Whatever you need, Virgil. We’re here for you. I’d like to see this house you had built if you want?”

“Soon, yes. I want to show it to my mates first.” I was stunned that she was suddenly okay with all of this. I was a little uncomfortable with that.

“Don’t overthink it,” Caven suggested when Mother sat back down. “You wanted support and now you’re getting it. Don’t read problems where there aren’t any.”

“Seriously, are you really only nineteen?” Foma blurted out.

“I get that a lot,” Caven snickered. “I promise I still play video games and eat all kinds of shit food when no one’s looking.”

“And he cusses no matter what the parents in the room say,” Mother drawled.

“How come you, Father, and Caven aren’t already back at the High Council estate deliberating?” I asked, realizing it was eight in the morning and they’d been gone by that time for days already.

“Because we reached a decision last night about three in the morning,” Father answered and then yawned. “We want to send in a team to scout out your locations. It’s a starting point at least but while transport is easy with the Queen opening a portal we just don’t want to have the team dropped off at the door. We need someone who knows the areas to guide the team.”

“Rylan and I can sniff out the areas as we move in from miles away but yeah, landing right on top of the building could end really badly,” Caven agreed. I glanced at Gabriel with worry.

“He’s Alpha,” my brother said, answering the unasked question. “I knew when I claimed him that he was going to be a fighter and in the thick of it all. He’s careful, listens, and isn’t rash. Do I like it? No. I want him in our suite locked up in bubble wrap, but this is life.”

“Does anyone have that map with them?” Mareo asked, glancing at Foma. Father nodded and got to his feet before walking over to where he and Mother must have left their folders and notes when they got home. He pulled it out and handed it to my mate, glancing over his shoulder as Foma did. “We know the providences outside Paris like the backs of our hands.”

“We’ve been to Northern Portugal and Spain many times,” Foma added. “Italy, Switzerland, Belgium, England, sure, we know all of these. We could guide in a team no problem. We know how to blend in the regions and even have contacts in case shit hits the fan.”

“Okay, then you both are leading the team,” Father said with a nod. “We’re not including the other vampire warriors other than the ones we know and have trusted with this already. We don’t know who the traitor is.”

“Rylan said he’s coming up with a plan for that besides the Queen or I reading everyone’s minds because the warriors are trained to block those types of powers when they focus,” Caven added. “Okay so where are we starting?”

“My vote would be Paris. There’s several possible locations outside there and while a few will probably be nothing, it would make sense that his main evil lair is close to where he lives. I mean, that’s where the Western European High Council is based out of after all.”

“That’s a six-hour time difference and we wanted to start the recon after full dark their time. So let’s say eight just to be on the safe side that most everyone will be home from work already,” Victor said quickly. “So we need to be prepped and ready to go by two. Who is all coming?”

“Me, Gabriel, Rylan, Onah, Ferris, Foma, Mareo, and Virgil now,” Caven answered.

“Yeah, I’m not letting two of my little brothers and their mates go alone,” Victor said with a snicker. “So how does this work to get us back once we find out what we need?” Father and Mother spent the next few minutes, with the help of my mates, explaining the activating stone Queen Magdalena would give us. Basically it was like Dorothy and Kansas. We rubbed it and thought of her and the doorway to her would open.

Wicked cool.

“We’re going,” Damian said when we finished breakfast. “Cyrus needs this and I’m the best sniper this family has.”

“Yes,” Gabriel and I agreed as Victor shook his head.