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Once their sport had fallen to the ground, I’d even heard them laughing about they planned to do next. When they were done torturing my mate, they were going to root me out of my hiding spot with a tracking spell so that they could show me how Earth men fucked.
As if–I would tear their pencil dicks from their useless groins long before they got the chance.
These Hunters were here to kill my mate. To ridicule him for even daring to think he could be worthy enough to bond with a human female. And there was no fucking way I was going to leave him here at their mercy.
I didn’t have time to go in search of a gun. I needed to summon my mates here–right fucking now–if I wanted to have a flying fuck of a chance to save my mate. To save all that good I could see bottled up inside his prickly exterior.
So I clapped my hand to my throat, over the place where my mark would writhe whenever the hormones were flying fast and furious between the four of us, and put all my energy into concentrating on the three fledgling bonds. Grabbing hold of those slippery tethers in my mind’s eye, I pumped my life force into them.
Willing them to become solid, something tangible, that I could call on in the time of my mate’s direst need.
Asteroid answered first. His bond flared to life in a rush of agony which stole my breath and forced me to bite on my tongue until I tasted copped, lest I utter a sound and bring unwanted attention to my hiding spot.
The skin under my hand burned hotter than hell, but I dared not let go. Just kept pumping my urgent need into that mark, using it as a conduit to express the summons. Thankfully, after the blinding pain had passed, the tether linking me to Asteroid solidified in my mind’s eye. A golden and purple string, pulsating with the secrets of the universe which also brought with it a flood of Asteroid’s roiling emotions so intense, they nearly bowled me out of my hiding place up in the canopy.
I’m coming, the connection promised me in Asteroid’s gravel voice.Hold on, mate, I’m coming.
Tears of relief and gratitude pricked my eyes.
Asteroid’s will was a roaring inferno of blistering intent. I could feel his panic give way to instant relief when he felt my presence–knowing that I was summoning him to my side–and therefore, to that of the unconscious mate he’d been unable to reach.
Even now, I could sense his massive form beating those tremendous wings, zeroing in on our location from high up in the skies. When he tucked them into his body and dove in one heart-stopping movement, I urged him on. Welcoming his rage, feeding into it and giving him my go ahead to unleash his murderous intent on the true monsters.
The Drakon Hunters who would’ve pissed on Radon’s helpless form.
Asteroid would take care of our mate’s tormentors.
But even as Asteroid’s terrible shadow fell over the clearing, roaring out his shocking challenge, Radon didn’t stir. In fact, his chest barely rose and fell anymore. A new fear gripped my throat.
Why wasn’t he moving?
I searched frantically for the tether connecting me to my surly mate. It was cold and gray like a snowstorm rolling in. Nausea threatened to turn my stomach inside out. Somehow, some way, I knew his tenuous connection to us was slipping.
If I let it fall through my fingers now, it would be gone forever.
So I did the only thing I could do. I held fast to our connection, pumping love and reassurance through it, and gritted my teeth. This was no time to lose hope. This was the moment to fight for what Radon truly deserved. Three bonded mates who would lay their lives on the line for him, just as he would for any of us.
Next, I sent my determination out to Quasar, yanking his attention to me. I was surprised to feel my mate’s grief as though it were my own–tears staining his cheeks–before his sorrow transmuted into shock, then horror, and then settled into the bone-deep rage of a warrior who had everything to lose and nothing left to remain cautious over.
As the mark writhed and deepened, burning itself irrevocably onto my flesh, the bond with Quasar’s snapped into place with a quick flash of agony which only fueled my focus all the more.
I had one task and one task only–holding onto what was so very precious to us all. Yet, even during that short heartbeat of distraction, Radon’s essence had become the barest thread. I would not let him slip through my fingers.
Not yet, before we’d tasted the eternal bliss of our completed mating bond.
I let out a shaky breath and released all the fear–all the anguish at the thought that I would fail him in this one vital moment–and focused instead on the incredible honor it was to be bonded to not one, not two, but three such exquisite males.
My fated mates.
The answer had been so simple, I’d hardly dared to acknowledge how much I wanted this connection. But it had been there, already growing inside me, all this time. Ever since I’d first laid eyes on my purple-skinned hotties in leather as they’d stormed my bar. They were mine and I was theirs. And I knew life just wouldn’t be the same without our Radon.
So I pushed my lifeforce out and into the bond, tracing the fragile thread, all the way back to the source.
Here, I felt like I was whispering into his tired soul.Take it. Take all of me so you can live.
He stirred. A jagged gash of pain flooding back and smacking me in the chest, making it difficult to breathe. I dug my fingernails deep into the bark and welcomed the pain. Took it all in. His pain, his sorrow, his love was mine and I was his. There was no one without the other.
And then I felt it.
