The Cambion's Hoard
Chapter 59-Biggs

Rose’s heat curled around my essence, bathing me in her delicious heat. I had finally become accustomed to being embraced in the safety of her flesh and soul. It would be hard leaving her, but I would be able to return this gift to her once I was back where i belonged.

Though, I was beginning to think I belonged here. When Rose would meditate she would fill the tiny cracks, like Kintsugi. Henson had once showed me the technique of fixing a coffee mug with a gold and lacquer combination. I was cracked and Rose was the precious lacquer filing the seams.

I felt even more at peace when she was fucking Henson. She made sure Hen knew I was with them, feeling each moment with them. Feeling Rose’s ecstasy like this was giving me insight on how to keep her satisfied. Sure, I was aware when she spent time with my brother, but she shielded me from that pleasure. That was theirs to share, it wasn’t something she needed me to witness.

I found I had begun to understand their bond as well. Thatcher let her control him, I’d never known my brother to let Henson do that. Women he’d dated before we met Hen hadn’t either. He hadn’t been comfortable giving over control of his body. Rose helped him get the release he needed. To stop being the one that made the decisions, to not have to be in control. Thatcher had finally found his freedom with this woman.

“I’m going down stairs, I need Henson.”

Rose’s building arousal heated our connection. Ever since I had realized I was resting in her body, I was much more aware of her needs. Lately, only Henson seemed to be able to curb the need. Not that my brother hadn’t tried.

“Don’t worry, I’ll come back up. Is it okay if he comes back up too?” Her intention was simply to seek comfort from two of her mates.

Her laughed was a velvety rumble. “I’m sure he’d love to watch you do that. You’re such a good boy when it comes to cleaning me up Thatch.”

Rose’s heat boiled in its hunger for our mate. The need of feeling him moving against us the reward she sought.

As she moved through the house, her excitement grew, as did my anticipation. When she fucked Henson, I could feel it. It was one of the things I enjoyed the most. Knowing what he did to our beautiful goddess. I could also hear him talk to her.

“Rose?” He sounded startled.

“Henson, I need you.” She sounded so desperate. It was usual for her.

She heated when he touched her. That delicious heat engulfed me, making me hyper aware of her need.

“Honey, you need to be resting. We’re going to try and reunite Biggs’s body and soul tomorrow. If you’re tired it may not work.” His concern didn’t dampen her need.

Henson’s flavor rubbed against Rose. She wasn’t going to give up. I didn’t want her too.

Quit fighting her, Henson. Fuck our goddess. Give her what she demands.

“Biggs wants you to fuck me.”

His laugh rumbled like a rockslide. “Rose. Quit using our mate like that.”

“He likes when you give in. I swear he told you to quit fighting and fuck our goddess. Sounds like something he’d say.” I didn’t know she could hear me.

Tell him, he’s being ridiculous. You’re not using me; well, you are but I like it.

I could feel Rose’s humor rise against the need. “He likes when I use him like this. Acknowledging that he is with us and also needs for you to fuck me. So quit being ridiculous.”

Henson’s breath shuddered. “I swear I can see him when you’re like this. Your eyes reflect your power and his presence at the same time.”

That caused her to recede. “What do you mean?”

Henson’s body surrounded Rose’s. It was a blissful feeling. “Like Biggs, your eyes change colors. A beautiful ruby red in one, and Biggs’s liquid bronze in the other. Its a sign of true mates, to see their Other half so freely.”

Rose hummed. “Well I think we need to shelve that for in the morning. Right now I need to feel you in my body.”

I could tell from her reaction, Hen nipped at her neck. “If it will help you sleep then I guess I better do what my mates are asking me.”

Rose and Henson gave into the demand of her lust. Each attentive grave of finger tips and lips, lighting fire on Rose’s soul. She twined into my essence, and I could feel the magic she wielded. Their movements were hurried as the worked to relive the ache of their need.

“Henny…” Her breath was strangled.

“God, Rose. I…” Henson grunted has he thrust into her again.

Their climaxes reached me and I let my fire go as well. I tried to hold back not knowing what it would actually do to Rose. This time I couldn’t, something was telling me to let go.

“Oh god!” Rose and Henson groaned again as my fire tore through them.

Their breaths were heaving, but I could tell each of my mates were satisfied. They laid in silence for a time relaxing after their exertion.

There was a light fluttering around the edges of our connection. It was new. I reached out for what I was feeling, curious of it was Henson finally linking to us through the bond. Something we didn’t have before.

I brushed the new warmth but didn’t recognize it.

Mamma?