Mates Song

Mates Song
“Stop ganging up on me!” Brenda shouted at Fontaine and Stephan. “You two ran away from me, way to be fucking supportive!”

Stephan threw his hands in the air. “What?! Are you serious? You’ve been giving us hell since we met you!”

“I haven’t been that bad,” she muttered, only to wince when they scoffed.

“Shiiiittt,” Fontaine said as he folded his arms to his chest. “You come up in here smelling like hopes and dreams and grab my dick in front of everyone. You grind on Stephan, run away from us first and then dress up like the ghosts from Beetlejuice.”

“Let’s not forget the part about making us fall in love and shit!” Stephan interjected accusatively. “You treat us like trophy mates, reject us, act like a jerk, then you turn into a sexy wolf version of Storm. Next thing we know, we’re watching you turn dudes into pigs and blow them up!” He looked at her in disbelief. “It hasn’t even been a year, Bren. Like fuck yeah, we’re going to freak out. How can so much fit into someone so little?!”

“I’m not little, I’m funsized, you dick!” she yelled.

“What?! Is that really all you heard?!” Fontaine roared. He rubbed his forehead in frustration. “Fucking hell. Why are you so damn loveable?”

“What?”

He chuckled. “You heard me.” They enclosed her between them. “We’re not afraid of you, okay? We are in love with you, and we want you. So, stop giving us a hard time and just let us love you, shit!”

Brenda huffed. “I’m in love with you both, too, goddammit! I know I can be a lot, but well, you’re just going to have to get used to having a wife who is a bit much sometimes because this”—she waved around their bodies flustered—“a wife wants to grow old with this!”

Stephan cocked his head back. “Did you just propose to us?”

“What? No.”

He smirked. “Well then, who were you referring to as our wife?”

Seeing her face redden, Fontaine laughed. “Well, look at that. Our funsized Were-witch wants to marry us.”

Stephan cleared his throat. “I’m sure it’s Witch-wolf.”

Brenda let out a deep breath. “I’m about to kill you both.” Noticing them stare at her seriously, she fidgeted with her fingers. “It’s just an expression. I promise.”

“We’ve heard that wispy song before when we were with you,” Fontaine said slowly. “The day of our first date, and again after the coronation. Everyone was in their own world, but with us, it felt more like a trance. We always feel like we’re in a daze with you. I thought it was a fluke or something, but it’s your magic, isn’t it?”

She avoided their eyes. “Yeah, but I don’t mean for it to happen. That’s why I freaked out during our date.” Balling her hands to her side, she pressed herself to continue. “I can control my powers easily. I allow people to see what I want them to see, but with you two, it’s different. My wolf sometimes tries to take control.” She watched their eyes widen. “That’s why I’m afraid of you two more than anyone else. I’ve never experienced not being in control of my powers before.”

Taking her hand, they all sat on the bed. “Well, what does your wolf want you to do?” Stephan asked.

“Sing.”

“Well, we heard it that night and—”

“No, you heard a timid version. I haven’t used the extent of my voice in years, and when we imprinted, she refused to allow me to use it again. ‘Only for our mates.’ That’s all she keeps saying.”

Fontaine looked at Stephan, who bore the same expression. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, uh—what happens if you use the full extent of your voice?”

“You’ll go mad,” she replied, causing silence to fill the room. “You live and breathe me. You can’t eat, sleep, or function without wanting me, until finally it becomes too much and you…” her voice trailed off.

“Kill yourself,” Fontaine finished.

“Yes.” She felt them distance themselves from her, and she nodded her head. “Yeah. I don’t blame you,” she said, standing. Kissing their cheeks, she exhaled. “I hope now you truly understand why I said no. It had nothing to do with Colin, or not loving you, but wanting to keep you safe.” Smiling sadly, she turned, and then felt a tug on her arm. Turning back around, she looked up to Stephan towering over her. “Not a good idea,” she said, seeing his wolf show on his face.

“Tell him that,” he challenged, as his wolf pushed him forward. His eyes tinged gold and he inhaled sharply. “Yours saying the same thing, Fontaine?”

“Yep.” Standing behind her, Fontaine kissed the top of her head. “Whelp, if I’m going to go down, might as well be on my terms.”

Brenda shut her eyes, feeling her wolf rage against her chest again. “Stop trying to kill our mates!” she shouted internally, only to hear a growl in response. Stephan pulled her from her thoughts by clashing his lips against hers in a heated kiss. She felt Fontaine remove her clothes, and she inhaled deeply. Both sets of hands on her body, Brenda’s eyes burned golden purple as the smell of her mates blended with her own.

“We want the real you,” Fontaine said as he removed the tie from her hair.

“Okay,” she replied, and the tips of her hair whitened. Completely white, it seductively swayed, and he ran his fingers through it. He turned her around and kissed her before picking her up and carrying her to the bed. Sitting up on her knees, she undressed them both, and they stared at her, their eyes switching back and forth in color.

Shy under their gaze, she looked down to the comforter, and Stephan lifted her head. “Your ours,” he said, “And we’re yours.” Kissing her gently, he used his weight to lay her back and then slowly trailed kissed down to her nipples. She arched her body and let out a small gasp as Fontaine kissed her inner thigh. Stephan teased her, alternating his bite while Fontaine pleasured her center. Her body jerked from the simultaneous actions and a small wisp pulled from her body. She felt them shudder and groan in response. Gripping both of them by their hair, Brenda allowed her orgasm to take over.

Breathlessly, she pulled Fontaine up, and they sandwiched her in the middle of them. Eyes gold, Stephan murmured tenderly against her mouth, “Ask me.”

She caressed his face. “Do you want me?” she asked, her voice full of lust.

“Since the moment I saw you.” The fervid nature of his kiss pulled a wisp from her again, causing an immediate reaction from both her mates. Placing her leg on his hip, he slowly entered her. He stroked inside of her, and she clung to him, marveling at the unmarked skin behind his ear. Leaning forward, she sank her teeth deep inside it, and he growled, digging his nails into the flesh of her thigh. Removing her teeth, she laid her head on Fontaine’s chest.

She pulled herself flush against his hardness, and he caressed her breasts roughly between his fingers. Reaching behind her, she grabbed onto his shaft and guided him inside her. Both her mates inside her made another small wisp pull from her body, and they shuddered against her once more. Fontaine grabbed her neck and ran his hand up, forcing her to look at him. “Ask me,” he said sternly, as his golden eyes watched her.

She caressed his face. “Do you want me?” she asked, her desire clear.

“Since the moment I saw you.” Turning her body, she sank her teeth deep into the skin behind Fontaine’s ear and relished in hearing her mate’s growl for the second time. She repositioned and wrapped one arm around each of their necks. Rolling her hips against them, she felt her wolf pull to the surface. Her eyes rolled and the wisps of her body grew louder with each deep thrust inside her. Feeling her shake violently, Fontaine whispered, “Let go, it’s okay.” Terrified, she parted her lips and a euphonious, low howl pulled from her throat, leaving every vibration of the note to land between her thighs.

Fontaine and Stephan’s wolves howled in response, and their eyes burned a piercing gold. “Fuck!” Fontaine bellowed as her howl poured through every part of his frame. He grabbed her neck and placed his lips on the unclaimed skin behind her left ear.

Stephan’s roar matched his. “Fuck!” as her howl coursed through his entire body. Grabbing onto her, he placed his lips on the skin behind her right ear. Feeling them sink in, she let out another melodious note that caused their bodies to jerk hard as they all released together.

Her orgasm still pulling through her, Brenda covered her mouth and laughed. “Oh, shit! That has never happened before!” She poked her chest. “That’s what you were trying to get me to do this entire time?! Fuck, that felt incredible!” She went to move, but they both held her still.

“Wayment, Bren,” Fontaine said in her hair. “I’m trying to get myself together. I’m not sure, but I think you just treated me like a dollar hoe, and if that’s the case, I’m mad. You trophy mated the shit out of us, and you know it.”

“Oh my God!” she shouted, flustered. “Shut up! Stephan, tell him I did not treat y’all like dollar hoes, or trophy mates!” She heard a gentle snore. “Is he asleep?” she asked.

Fontaine nodded. “Shit, I don’t blame him. I’m fighting mine. I feel peaceful as a motherfucker.”

She shook Stephan, and his eyes slowly opened. “Are we at Disneyland yet?” he asked sleepily.

“What?”

“Shit. My bad. I feel”—he yawned—“hella serene.”

She laughed, then gave a yawn. “I won’t lie, I do, too. I’m tired as hell, but happy, and my wolf is knocked the hell out.”

“Same,” they said in unison, and then Fontaine grumbled. “Where’s the ring?” Following her point, he pulled from her and grabbed the ring from the mantel. Returning, he lifted her left hand and kissed her ring finger. “Yep, you’re putting this shit on right now.” Stephan kissed her ring finger, and they placed the black diamond on it together. “Must be out of your damn mind if you think you’re about to be walking around here with melatonin pussy and think we’re not gonna let it be known we’re together. I thought about punching Stephan and he’s supposed to be here. Almost ripped a man in half because he knew about you eating food. Probably murder a small village if—” His words broke off at the sound of Stephan snoring again and he reached over and punched him in the arm. “Wake the fuck up while we’re proposing!” he shouted angrily.

Opening his eyes, Stephan glared at him. “Don’t hit me, you were there! You felt the chokehold of death and heard the wisps and destruction. I know you’re tired as hell. You should see how big your eyes are!”

Fontaine yawned loudly. “They’re big because a motherfucker trying to stay awake and be on some romantic shit, but I’m going down, and I’m going down fast!”

In the middle of arguing, the two looked down and saw Brenda drifting off. They smiled as she pulled them closer. “When you two are done working my last nerve, the answer is yes,” she said. Kissing her cheek, they laid down and the three fell into a deep slumber.