“That must’ve been really tough for you.” Arvyn could see how Yakov’s crimes were made worse when viewed through a lens like Kirill’s upbringing. “But this anger… this is twice now, and you haven’t gotten angry at me, only at Ra and that’s not fair. We’re all equals in our relationship and he didn’t do anything to deserve your tantrum.”
To Arvyn’s surprise, Kirill started chuckling. It was a deep sound that started a fire in Arvyn’s belly. “Don’t you want to mess him up?”
“Mess up Ra?” Arvyn frowned. “How do you mean?”
“You know, ruffle his hair, strip him of his clothes. Kiss those lips until they puff up like overripe strawberries. Suck his cock. Fuck him. Feed from him. Claim him.”
“Oooh. That sort of mess him up.” Arvyn leaned back, tugging at the waistband of his jeans to try and get more room for his cock. “Yep, yes, I do, although I want to do that with you too. Except the feeding from you both because wolf shifters don’t do that. Is that what’s making you angry? You get shitty when you’re horny?”
“I’m not that bad. I usually have a solid control on myself and my emotions.” Kirill’s hand on his thigh was heavy. “But you said it yourself. Us vamps are understated, never showing high emotion, always keeping things dignified as though emotions are beneath us. But fuck, the things I want to do to the pair of you are probably still illegal in some places.”
“Getting shitty and throwing things isn’t one of the top ten ways to get a guy into bed,” Arvyn said keeping his tone light. The vampire was sharing, and from reading between the lines, it wasn’t something Kirill did very often. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re only getting angry with Ra and not me.”
“I know you understand me.” Kirill’s voice deepened, and Arvyn turned to face his mate as a strong hand curled around his nape. “We’re two of a kind – paranormals who’ve had to hide who we were from the regular population and yet we’ve survived. We live and laugh, feed and fuck whenever the mood hits us.”
Gods, I hope that mood hits you soon. “Agreed. So, what makes you think Ra is any different?” Arvyn could barely get the words out, his mind filled with porn starring himself, a cocky vamp, and a pretty god.
Kirill leaned right into his space, his whispered words sending a breath across Arvyn’s ear. “Do gods even have cocks? Do they have an ass built for plundering like we do?”
Arvyn reared back in shock. “What makes you think they don’t?” He remembered to keep his voice low just in the nick of time. If Ra heard them… That would be so embarrassing. “He looks like any other man to me – a very sexy, pretty man with a body to die for.”
“I know all that. I’ve got eyes.” Kirill glanced around the room and then back at Arvyn. “But, you know. Christianity and stuff like that. Angels being all holier than thou and never engaging in the sins of the flesh. Some people reckon that they don’t even have a hole to piss through, let alone a dick. Some say they don’t have any genitalia at all.”
“But Ra’s not an angel, he’s an ancient god.” Arvyn wondered where Kirill got his ideas from sometimes. “More importantly, Ra is a man. Definitely one who’s been around since the beginning of time, but that doesn’t matter. He’s been given to us to care for. Don’t you think you’re taking this whole ‘he’s a god anxiety thing’ too far? Ra looks perfectly normal to me and he smells amazing.”
“Ra looks like an angel, especially the way he’s looking at the moment.”
Kirill had a point about Ra’s looks, but somehow Arvyn didn’t think that the Fates in all their wisdom would provide either he or Kirill a mate they couldn’t fully claim in the ways of their kind. Which meant he needed to think logically with his head and not his dick and help Kirill get past his mental blocks about gods. “Paulie and Zeus have a kid,” Arvyn said, although he wasn’t sure how that happened, with them both being male. “And Egan sure looks like a combination of both of them. Plus… Plus, I’m sure I saw the edge of a claiming scar under Zeus’s shirt collar.”
“Damn, does that mean Zeus allowed Paulie…?”
“That’s none of our business,” Arvyn said quickly. He didn’t want to think about what Paulie and Zeus did in bed together, not when his head was still full of vampire/wolf/god porn. “But Paulie also mentioned other shifter god pairings like that Orin he keeps talking about who is mated to Thor. Nah. I’m sure gods have cocks, otherwise how would they make other gods?”
“Gods only knows.” Kirill chuckled again.
“You know,” Arvyn leaned right into Kirill’s space and sniffed up the side of his vampire’s thick neck, “we could always go and ask him. He is our mate, and you owe him one hell of an apology.”
“I know. Again.” Kirill tilted his chin up so Arvyn could get closer.
“Exactly, and you and I both know how a blow job is a great way to show an apology is sincere, along with other actions of a similar nature.”
“I’d give him a blow job,” Kirill groaned, probably thinking along similar lines to Arvyn. “I’d suck him down even if he had a dong the size of an elephant.”
“On a man that size, it’d be difficult for Ra to walk.” Taking a last sniff, Arvyn pulled back and stood, holding out his hand. “Come on then, let’s go do it.”
“We don’t know if gods feel the same way about sex and claiming as we do,” Kirill protested although he took the hand and got to his feet.
“But Ra isn’t a god with us, remember?” Arvyn tugged Kirill around the coffee table and headed down the hallway, vampire in tow. “He told us that with us he’s a man; our mate, our beloved, ours to love and hold. And it’s about bloody time we claimed him, don’t you think?”
“I’m going to have to bottom at some point, aren’t I?” Kirill grumbled. “Especially with a god in our midst.”
“If you’ve never done that before then you don’t know what you’ve been missing.” Arvyn looked back over his shoulder and winked. “It’ll be fun.”
“So long as I get to fuck someone before the night is over.” For all his grumbling, Kirill was now keeping pace with him. Arvyn used his nose, and scented out the room Ra had gone too, not that the diminutive god had gone far and Arvyn hadn’t expected him too.
But nothing had prepared Arvyn for when he opened the door. Ra was lying on a bed, not a stitch of clothing on him, and yes, that was one question answered. Ra very definitely had a cock and the tip of it was so red it looked painful, the way it was peeking out from Ra’s hand as the god manipulated himself.
Without thinking of the consequences, Arvyn sprinted into the room, leaping onto the bed. “Oh, fuck, mine,” he growled as he knocked Ra’s hand away and stretched his lips around the swollen flesh. Oh yes. Swallowing the length down to its root, Arvyn closed his eyes and inhaled, taking in the scent that was uniquely Ra. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. This is where I’m meant to be.