Part III

Acceptance

Chapter Eight

Present Day

Mac opened his eyes slowly, realizing immediately that much had changed. He was on another bed now, unchained, his mind overfull. He knew how Danny and Don had been made, saw his own creation. He had the answers to much of the questions that he didn't know he needed to ask. How did they survive in light? How did they process food? What were their powers? How had they healed him? How had they gotten him away from the crime scene without causing a major incident?

All of the information he needed the most seemed to be downloaded into his head, along with the memories of his wife and their paranormal meeting. "Claire…I understand. I'm going to do it, choose them. Choose this life. It doesn't mean I love you any less though." He knew he'd already made the decision, but he needed to reaffirm it to her silent presence here.

He stood slowly, testing limbs that should have been cramped and agonized for such a long span spent in chains, stared at wrists that should have been chafed bloody. If he looked carefully, he could see vaguely pinkish marks at the wrists, but unless he was looking for them, they were nearly invisible. And he had absolutely no pain at all.

He moved across the room to a mirror hung on the wall and stared at his body, back and front. His back was unmarked and his chest… His hand ran over the place where a thick ridge of scar tissue had resided for more than half of his life, amazed that new skin was there instead.

He let his eyes drift down his body, smirking slightly. His six-pack hadn't been that defined in a few years. He looked leaner now, and a bit younger. And his eyes had a light in them he hadn't seen in years.

The door opened and he turned, eyeing the two men who walked in. Danny broke into a huge grin first, crossing the room to give him a buddy punch on the arm. "Back with us, Mac?"

"Yeah." He looked from Danny to Flack, smiling slowly. "You guys worked to save me. Thanks."

"Anytime," Danny said, cheeks getting pinker. His eyes slid down Mac's body where he throbbed hot, heavy, and hard. "Wanna get the edge off?"

Mac knew that his lust was high now. Even though he needed to focus and concentrate on the next steps of his new life, he couldn't do that while he was this distracted. But it was a big thing, a threesome with two guys. He'd never even had a threesome with two girls before. Outside of a little experimentation in the very early days of the Corps, he'd had a pretty straightforward sex life. It had been exciting with Claire, but they'd never even considered another partner while they'd been married. And now Mac was going to have a tight bond with two co-workers, two men who knew all his secrets now. It was a lot to consider and was made even more confusing by the hard length of flesh throbbing with each beat of his heart.

Even though he hadn't answered, Mac watched the two freshly shaved and showered men reach for each other's shirts, stroking over muscular flesh, Flack bending to kiss Danny deeply, Danny straining and moaning into the taller man's mouth. Mac ached to be a part of that.

He moved, pressing against Danny's back, hand in his hair. Mac wrapped an arm loosely around Danny's waist, hand seeking out the other man's hardness and stroking him slowly through his jeans. Danny wrenched his mouth away from Flack's, resting his head against Mac's shoulder. "God, so good. Donnie…kiss him."

Mac looked up at Flack, knowing he was smiling slightly. His hand moved quickly, unbuttoning and unzipping and Danny's jeans fell to the ground. Mac released Danny's hair and pulled Flack's head close, eyes drifting closed as the other man's mouth descended on his. Mac traced over the sharp fangs, devouring every bit of passion Flack was willing to share with him. They didn't need to hold back with each other, and soon, Danny was writhing between them, trapped between the two more Alpha vampires.

"Bed," he ordered softly, motioning Don over. "No surveillance in here?"

"None at all," Danny assured. He pushed away and shed his clothes before bounding to the bed. Mac smiled, realizing in this moment just how playful Danny could be. Danny stretched out on the bed, watching with hooded eyes as Don undressed a little more slowly.

Mac stood back and watched, working out the social dynamics. It was just something Mac knew, that he was the Alpha to both of these men, despite how short a time he'd been a vampire. Don was his second, and Danny was the least Alpha of them all. The need to protect and keep Danny safe for almost overwhelming to Mac.

"C'mere, Mac," Danny said in a sexy voice. "Stretch out here and let me and Donnie take the edge off. You gotta be aching something fierce, huh?"

"Yeah."

Mac moved over to the king-sized bed, letting Danny pull him onto it. He stretched out on his back, groaning when Danny squeezed his hard cock. "Great stamina, Big Mac. You're gonna love fucking us. For hours, Mac. Hours."

"And the three of us can do it at the same and dual cocksucking are benefits of a threesome that ya don't have with only one partner," Flack added, a glint in his eyes. Mac smirked and closed his eyes as Danny and Flack slid down his body and began kissing and tonguing his hard cock. The slight prick of teeth on flesh drove him so much higher, but they didn't allow him to thrust anywhere. It drove him crazy but they kept him stimulated and on the edge.

"Boys," Mac rasped, amazed when his own fangs lengthened as his need and desire grew. He shifted restlessly, encouraging them to scrape over his flesh, knowing they wanted a taste of his blood. And he wanted them to taste. He wanted them to share his flavor, his essence. It was intimate, it was passionate.

It would bind them like nothing else.

A fang pricked him lightly, just under the ridge of the head, the pain pushing him relentlessly toward a climax he knew was going to tear the soul right out from him. Their mouths moved, one working his cock head, the other lapping at the underside and he choked off a satisfied sound.

"Close…"

There were a few mumbled words, both men clearly fighting for the honor of his first vampiric climax, then a hot mouth slid down him, taking him right to the balls, while another mouth—Danny's this time—leaned in, kissing him. There was a bead of blood on his lower lip and Mac sucked the flesh in his mouth, tasting himself and Danny. Danny groaned and started running his hands over Mac's chest, tweaking his nipples, Mac reaching down to jack Danny's cock.

That was enough for him. A rush of sound and sensation tore through him and Mac dug his free hand into Don's hair, anchoring him there. He hovered on the edge for one endless moment, shaking and shuddering, wanting to tip over the edge, but needing to stay balanced carefully, knowing the desire would be too much for him to handle.

Then Don sucked slowly, an endless stroke where his head rose and fell relentlessly, his hand working Mac's balls. The blood, the sharing, the need, it all worked on him at the same moment and he groaned into Danny's mouth, letting his climax take over.

Lights flashing, need burning, every pulse of semen exploding. He could feel, taste, scent everything so much more intensely. Mac could only ride the crest of a wave that lasted over two minutes, his groan finally giving out when his breath ran out. He could only lie there bonelessly as aftershocks ripped through his satisfied body.

This was unlike anything he'd ever comprehended.

"Welcome to the rest of your life," Flack said with a broad smile.