Stolen Desires
Tri-Omega Mates 4

Ryce bent his head under the shower nozzle, closing his eyes as the deluge of hot water sprayed down his neck and back. After a few moments, he felt the tension in his shoulders began to relax, the stress slowly draining away with the water down the drain.

It had been a long day, made even longer when he arrived home and found his mate of several years, Saul, getting ready to go out. Saul had been buttoning up his shirt and he smiled when Ryce walked in.

"Hey baby, long day?"

Ryce nodded, trying to swallow past the lump in his throat. "Are you going out tonight?" He was almost afraid to ask because he knew the answer.

"Yeah, going to see if I can find me some young thing to play with." Saul grinned back at him.

Ryce couldn't believe how much anguish that statement caused him. He and Saul had been mated for nearly five years. In all of that time, Ryce had never once strayed from his commitment to Saul, even if he had thought about it.

Saul couldn't say the same thing. He had been going out to try and find a piece of ass every Friday night since Ryce had known him. That was a lot of Friday nights, and each one of them was like a knife in Ryce's heart.

It was something he had grown used to since the day that they had mated. Saul wasn't into monogamous relationships. He told Ryce that from the very beginning. Knowing he couldn't have him any other way, Ryce reluctantly agreed to let him be free.

He almost laughed when he remembered that old adage, If you love him, set him free. If he comes back to you, he's yours. If he doesn't, it was never meant to be. He set Saul free and he did come back to him every night, but he wasn't Ryce's and he never would be.

Ryce was slowly beginning to realize that. But what was he supposed to do? Saul was his mate. It was ingrained in his nature to fight with every fiber of his being to stay with his mate, even if that meant turning the other way when Saul went off to be with someone else.

"I thought maybe we could stay in tonight," Ryce whispered, knowing it was a lost cause when Saul began to chuckle. He turned his head away and pretended to get ready for a shower as tears filled his eyes.

"How about tomorrow night, baby? I've got some big plans for tonight." Saul chuckled.

"Yeah, sure," Ryce replied, walking into the bathroom to hide. "I'll see you tomorrow, Saul." He quietly shut the door, leaning his forehead against the cool wood as he heard the bedroom door shut.

He didn't know how much more of this he could take. Saul was a great guy, tall, gorgeous, caring. Except for his need to go out and have sex with nameless strangers that weren't his mate, he was perfect.

For the first few years, Ryce had looked the other way, letting Saul have his fun. Since Ryce's brother, Caleb, had mated recently, it had been harder and harder. He wanted his mate to want only him, to need only him. He wanted what Caleb had.

Saul didn't seem to need anyone. Sure, he seemed to like having someone to come home to, someone to hold in bed at night. But he never seemed to really need Ryce. Sometimes Ryce felt that if they weren't mated, Saul would still be fine.

Ryce, on the other hand, knew he needed Saul more than he had ever needed anyone. Saul was everything he needed in a mate. He just wasn't sure he could last much longer being the only mate in a two-mate relationship.

Turning off the shower, Ryce reached for a stack of cream-colored towels. He wrapped one around his waist, and used another to dry his hair. Setting the towel down on the counter, he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror.

He wasn't a bad-looking guy. At six-foot-four, he was nearly as tall as Saul. He stayed in good shape. The tight, rippled muscles across his chest and abdomen attested to that. He even had a small smattering of dark hair that trailed down his abdomen and below the edge of the towel. The trail to heaven, they called it.

His hair, while a bit curly and unruly, was nearly down to his shoulders. It was a nice dark auburn like his mother's, his eyes a moss green that he inherited from his father. All in all, he thought he could pass muster.

So, what was it about him that Saul couldn't commit to? Was it his looks? His personality? His need to be in a monogamous relationship? Was it just his needy personality? Was that what Saul found so hard to deal with?

Ryce shook his head, resentment and anger filling him as he thought about where Saul was going right at this moment. Saul was his mate, damn it! He should be home with him, not off trying to find some piece of ass to screw.

"Fuck this!" Ryce growled as he threw the towel across the room. If Saul could go out and find him a piece of ass, so could he. He was tired of waiting at home every Friday night, wondering where his mate was or who he was fucking. If Saul didn't want him, maybe someone else would.

ADULT EXCERPT

Quickly taking the exit, Ryce drove the truck far enough down the road that they couldn't be seen from the main road. Pulling the truck to a stop, he turned it off before looking over at Cary. "Strip!"

Cary seemed all too eager to obey as he pulled his shirt over his head, pushed his shoes off of his feet, and his pants down his legs. He was quick too, naked and waiting in mere seconds.

Ryce could feel his mouth water as he took in Cary's beautiful body. He had been right, too. Cary had pearly white skin all of the way down. He was breathtaking, every last glorious inch of him. Ryce knew that if he didn't get a piece of him soon, he just might die.

"Come here," Ryce ordered as he scooted to sit in the middle of the truck bench seat. Cary immediately complied, moving over to straddle Ryce's legs. Ryce held his breath as he brought his hands up and laid them on Cary's shoulders, letting it out slowly as he stroked down his chest.

"Oh, that feels good," Cary groaned as his head dropped back on his shoulders. "I like the way you feel touching me." So did Ryce.

Ryce quickly pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the seat beside him before putting his hands back on Cary's chest. His skin was smooth and silky, Ryce's hands slid right over him.

"Can I touch you?" Cary asked, immediately placing his hands to mirror Ryce's when he nodded. "Damn, this is nice."

Ryce couldn't agree more. Just one touch of Cary's hands on his body and he was ready to blow. It might be a good idea to get this show on the road. He could explore later. It wasn't like Cary was going anywhere. He was Ryce's mate.

"Lift up."

The second Cary stood up, bent over in the little cab, Ryce grabbed the lube out of his pocket, then unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his legs. He held the bottle of lube out to Cary, his eyebrow lifted in query.

"You know what to do with this?"

"Oh yeah," Cary replied with a grin, grabbing the little bottle and opening it, squirting a liberal amount onto his fingers before handing the bottle back to Ryce. Ryce nearly bit off his tongue when Cary reached behind himself and started applying the lube.

He wished he had taken the time to drive them home where there were lights. He wanted to see what Cary was doing. But the soft groan that came from Cary's lips as he rode his fingers told Ryce there wasn't time. Neither of them was going to last much longer.

Ryce reached down and grabbed his cock in one hand, Cary's in the other, and began stroking both of them in a slow steady pace. He could hear the effects he was having on Cary by the soft little whimpers that started coming from his mouth. Damn, he was hot!

"Now, do it now," Cary begged, pulling his hand free and grabbing Ryce's shoulders as he scooted forward and straddled his thighs once more.

Ryce held his cock in place as Cary slowly lowered himself down, removing it once Cary's body had a hold of him to grab his hips and thrust up into him. His eyes dropped close and a long groan fell from his lips as Cary's tight channel gripped him.

He couldn't help thrusting up into Cary, savoring the feel of him tightening around his cock. The soft moan that fell from Cary's lips made Ryce feel a little better. He wasn't the only one feeling the intensity of their mating.

Opening his eyes, he looked over at Cary, surprised by the flushed cheeks, the half-closed eyes filled with desire, the lips slightly parted. Cary was a dream when he was aroused. If it had been nothing but that, Ryce would have been hard as a rock.

But it was the knowledge that Cary was his mate, that they were bound together by fate, and his sweet masculine scent all rolled together with the awareness that Cary actually wanted to be here with him that had Ryce ready to come moments later.

Ryce grabbed Cary's hips, holding him still as he quickly thrust up into him, his fingers digging into his soft skin with each thrust. He could feel Cary's inner muscles tightening around him as Cary's head fell back on his shoulders and he started whimpering.

"Oh fuck, just like that—harder," Cary cried out as he reached down and grabbed his leaking cock, stroking it rapidly.

Ryce was only too eager to follow Cary's demand, quickening his pace as he pulled Cary's body down against his, thrusting upwards harder and deeper. "Like that, baby?"

Cary tilted his head forward meeting his eyes, nodding rapidly. Ryce guessed that he would have answered him verbally if his lower lip wasn't caught between his teeth. He seemed to be very busy concentrating on what he was doing to answer.

"You going to come for me, Cary?" Ryce asked as he pointedly looked down at where Cary was quickly stroking his cock. His breath caught in his throat as he watched the head of Cary's cock swell, then spewed forth streams of white pearly ambrosia.

The sound of Cary's cries, the tightening of his muscles around Ryce's cock, and the sweet smell of Cary's seed had Ryce following him seconds later. His head fell back against the bench seat as he clenched his teeth together, growling loudly as his pumped into Cary.