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mounds, praising them as he fucked Tristan’s ass.
    “And such a sweet mouth,” Hunter added, caressing Tristan’s swollen cheeks, running his fingers over Tristan’s throat muscles. He knew his mate was feeling the muscles work Hunter’s dick. “I’m gonna come soon, rainbow.” Hunter hissed as he snapped his hips harder.
    “Almost there.” Quinn grunted behind him.
     
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    Tristan knew he was going to be the first. Having two powerful men love on him like this was an aphrodisiac unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and he loved it. He reached under himself and grabbed his own cock, tugging at it as Hunter fucked his mouth and Quinn fucked his ass, feeling both cocks work his senses over.
    Tristan hummed around Hunter’s prick as he came, his body convulsing with his release.
    “That’s it, rainbow, come for us,” Hunter cooed. “Because I’m about to come for you,” Hunter warned and then stiffened, holding Tristan’s head as he came down his throat. The taste was divine against his tongue.
    “Hell,” Quinn shouted, ramming his cock deep into Tristan’s ass, feeling Quinn’s prick throbbing with its release. His anus seemed to milk every last seed from Quinn.
    “I need a V8.” Tristan fell forward, right into Hunter’s thighs.
    “Come on, rainbow, I have you.” Hunter chuckled as he rolled Tristan to his side.

    Tristan walked into the living room, softly humming to himself as he looked around. It was homey enough, a comfortable arrangement.
    But it wasn’t Quinn’s place.
    “Hello, Tristan.”
    “Uh, hello.” Tristan spotted the dark-haired man sitting off in one corner. His expression was a mixture of sad and thoughtful. “Who are you?”
    “My name is Chey. I’m Torem’s brother.”
    Tristan took a closer look. The man was wearing long sleeves and leather gloves. It was a little too hot for that. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you dressed like it’s fall outside?”
     
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    Chey smiled at him sadly as he looked down at his leather-covered hands. “My touch isn’t always welcomed,” he said softly, sadly.
    What kind of touching did Chey do exactly? “I don’t understand, si—Chey.”
    “Let’s just say people fall apart if they come in contact with me.”
    Chey turned his head, pretty much dismissing Tristan. None of it made sense, but if the shifter didn’t want to talk about it, who was he to pry? It wasn’t like he was an open book himself about what happened with him and his life with Xavier.
    Tristan took a step back, feeling like he was invading on the man’s quiet time. “I won’t bother you.”
    Chey looked back at him, shaking his head. “It’s okay. I just wanted you warned before you accidently touched me. God forbid I have a heart attack and you have to do CPR on me.”
    Well, that was sure morbid thinking. Were all the occupants of this house so grim? Tristan wasn’t sure what to make of Chey. The man didn’t look crazy, but his words were sounding like he sure was.
    “You a mate?” A short-statured Asian man walked into the living room asking. “We being crowded here.”
    “But this house has, like, fifty thousand rooms,” Tristan pointed out.
    “So, still too crowded. Who you with?” The man glared at him, looking him up and down.
    “Hunter and Quinn?”
    “Not know them. You must go.” The guy began jabbing his finger at the front door. “And take funny hat with you.”
    That’s it . He was tired of people making fun of him. “There is nothing wrong with my hat, mister. I happened to like it and my clothes, and only my opinion matters!”
    “You say words, but I no hear.” The man moved his fingers in a talking gesture. “It still funny hat.”
     
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    “Did they find out who burned your house down?” Chey sat forward as he asked.
    Tristan ignored the hostile human in front of him. “No, I wish they would so we can find our own place.” Tristan stopped talking and sniffed the air. Oh,