Arrowtown Series Book 3
As far as Liam Lamont’s concerned, life sucks. His mate disappeared without a backward glance, he spends most of his time drunk and he has the worst case of blue balls in existence. Fighting his lion form is tiring and if it wasn’t for his brother Lucien, and the rest of the pack at Ra’s, he’d probably run off into the wilderness and never be seen again.
But even if life had thrown Liam a massive curve ball, the Fates hadn’t forgotten him. One night a mysterious stranger offers to buy Liam a drink and Liam starts to feel a glimmer of hope. But Theo, the mate who walked away, is still lurking in Liam’s heart and when faced with a second mate, Liam had no choice but to tell his new mate about Theo and give him a choice.
Beau Ferris had been told his whole life he would have two mates. All his kind did. His father warned him never to go after one until his pair already claimed each other. But when Beau’s animal spirit warns him of Liam’s despair and Theo’s anger, he couldn’t stay away. When he meets Liam he’s given a shocking choice – Liam or Theo – he can’t have both.
Stubborn shifters, a gorgeous fae toddler with magic flowing from her fingertips, demons, wolves, and even a visit from the Fates; Beau and Liam have to fight through fire before they get their third and the HEA they both dreamed of. But will it be enough.
Liam’s Lament is the third book in the Arrowtown series. Reading the previous book in the series is advised to understand the context of this story.
This is a true mates M/M/M story with MPREG.
Warnings include violent scenes, coarse language and love so hot it will set your skin on fire.
“Can I buy you a drink?” A large man leaned against the bar beside him and Liam looked up then, his ready refusal dancing on his tongue. The newcomer was tall, broad shouldered with dancing pale green eyes and short dark hair. His facial hair was trimmed close to chiseled cheeks, his moustache cut with military precision along a thin red top lip. The bottom lip was fuller and curved into a smile. Liam’s cock stirred and he almost fell over in shock.
“You look like you could use a friend.” The man leaned closer. Liam sniffed and all at once his cock went from half-hearted to ‘yes now’. Standing upright, he looked the man up and down. There was nothing to dislike. Worn jeans molded to thick long thighs. The pale green shirt was unbuttoned enough to show glimpses of smooth skin. Liam’s lion roared in his head, eager to get closer.
“What the fuck is happening?” Liam looked down at the prominent bulge pushing at his zipper. “Who…what…no…I…fuck.”
“How about we take these drinks to your table and talk about it,” the big man said gently, scooping up the drinks Cam left for them one handed. The other hand rested lightly on Liam’s lower back, scorching through his shirt as Liam let himself be led to his table. In a daze Liam sat down with a thump and immediately grabbed for the glass.
“Introductions first,” his new companion said softly holding out his hand. “Hi, I’m Beau Ferris and I believe we’re true mates.”
“Liam,” Liam could barely get his throat to work. “My name’s Liam Lamont but you must be mistaken. I have…I had…I met my mate and he rejected me over a month ago.”
It was there, right on the tip of his tongue – that old adage, “you don’t have to do that,” but Liam couldn’t force himself to say the words. After so long, with only orgasms from his own hand, he was in heaven.
A short-lived heaven. His mate’s proximity, overwhelming scent and that feeling as if his balls were ready to burst; Liam could already feel the tingles running up his spine.
“Beau,” he warned with a growl. “I’m gonna….”
Beau looked up, his mouth still full and then he winked. He winked! And that tiny gesture was too much for Liam’s libido. Doing his best not to thrust, grab Beau’s hair or make a fool of himself, he locked his knees as his orgasm hit him like a hurricane. Expecting Beau to pull off, he was doubly surprised when Beau groaned and kept on sucking. Resting his hands on his mate’s shoulders, Liam shuddered his way through the aftershocks, trying desperately to stay upright.
“Enough, enough,” he growled as Beau didn’t seem to want to let his cock go. Amazingly he was still hard, but then he was with his mate and a shifter. He gently pushed Beau back onto the mattress, climbing over him. “You’re going to fuck me,” he said, nipping up Beau’s torso. “I’ll prepare myself, but you’re going to stick that cock of yours inside of me if it’s the last thing we do.”
Beau’s response was to throw the lube at him. Cupping Beau’s head with one hand, and reaching back with the other, yeah, I’m not good at multi-tasking, but Liam didn’t want Beau speaking about anything. A tongue in the man’s delicious mouth stopped that happening, but damn, he wished he had longer arms. Fortunately, his ass was pretty much stretched. An overly long session he’d had the night before with his dildo saw to that. Liam could only hope, as he pushed lube into his hole and played tonsil hockey with Beau, that he wouldn’t be alone the next time that dildo came out to play.
“That’s enough,” he said with a gasp, pulling his lips away from his mate’s. “You just stay there, I’m going to sit on you. I’m going to impale myself on this hunk of manhood and when the time is right, I’m going to bite you. If you don’t want that, say something now.”
“I won’t last.”
“I don’t care. Do you want this?”
“I know you’ve got no reason to trust me….”
Liam slammed his hand over Beau’s mouth. “Yes or no?” He lifted his hand slightly and Beau’s tongue ran over his palm.
“Yes. Yes. For fuck’s sake yes.”
Deciding to exploit Beau’s oral fixation later, Liam reached back. Beau’s cock was easy to find; it’d been nudging his ass constantly. Thick and long, Liam’s favorite kind, he held it up, awkwardly getting to his knees. It took a bit of wiggling; it would have been easier to be facing the other way. But Liam wanted to see his mate’s face as he took him. He had to get one thing he’d dreamed of with his mating right.
It was a tight fit; Liam knew it would be, but unlike Beau, he was used to the stretch and burn. Breathing out steadily, his eyes closed, he let his body relax, sinking down slowly as Beau’s cock filled him like no other before. The lube he’d used was a bonus, seeing as he’d forgotten to coat Beau’s length in it before he started. But it wasn’t long before his butt cheeks kissed the top of Beau’s thighs; his insides stretched in ways he’d only imagined. It was glorious. Only then did he open his eyes and check on his mate.
“You look fucking amazing, sitting on my cock like that.” Beau’s eyes were golden, flames dancing over his torso and flickering down his arms. Liam picked up Beau’s hands which were fisted in the coverlet and placed them on his bunched thighs.
“You can touch, I won’t break.”