Three Fated Hearts by LNC

~Lincoln~

It’s been a couple of hours since I’ve seen or heard from Landon or Tia. I’m guessing that her plan was a success. Landon cut our link, suppressing his emotions so I couldn’t feel anything through our bond. I decide to check on them.

I make my way to Landon’s room and quietly open the door. I see a few candles lit around the room, but they have been burning for a while. I quietly put the candles out, so we don’t have any fire issues. Landon and Tia are curled up together in the bed. Landon looks like he is on cloud nine, and Tia looks as peaceful as ever.

I still can’t believe that the girl I have longed for all these years ended up being my fated mate. I don’t think I’d ever imagine being so lucky. I strip down to my boxer and slide into the bed next to Tia. This is a king-sized bed, but we are going to need to consider getting something just a bit wider. We will need the extra room.

Next Morning……

my eyes slightly to see my brother having a morning meal. Tia’s eyes are clenched shut, and her back is arched. The moaning I thought I was dreaming is real, and

opens her eyes and looks at me, lust almost jumping out of her. She gives me a small smile before her eyes roll back into her head, and her back arches

strokes my shaft. I close my eyes and give in to the feeling of Tia’s hand on me and the sparks that are coming from our union. “Come here,” Tia whispers, and when I open my eyes, she looks

body. She grabs my length and runs her tongue along it, making sure to circle it around my tip. My head drops back, and my eyes shut.

with my brother still feasting on her. I’m not sure how close she is, but she is getting me near the edge. Tia has taken me into her mouth and is moving me in and out. The sparks, along with

Tia nods and goes back

happen, and honestly, it’s expected. I know it isn’t something that we will do all the time. Landon and

I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling that Tia is giving me.

grin, and Tia looks between the both of us,

some lube out of the drawer and pour a bunch into my hand. I stroke my length,