When Three Points Collide

by Lisa Oliver

When Three Points Collide.

The Gods Made Me Do It #9 - can be read as standalone

An ancient god, a demon, and a wolf shifter walk into a bar. No, it's not the start of a joke, but Ra, The Father of Everything in the ancient Egyptian pantheon, thinks the Fates might be playing a joke on him when he drops in to try and help Cass and Wesley with their latest case. Seeing his mate for the first time, fighting for his life against three assassins should've been a cause for celebration, but Ra already knew the brave wolf shifter was destined for someone else.

Arvyn, alpha wolf shifter, didn't know what to think. One minute he was fighting off three attackers, the next, those attackers were frozen like statues and he was confronted with another wolf shifter and a demon. But he already knew, he'd heard his mate was locked up in a basement in the nearby vampire coven and he wasn't going to let anyone stop him from meeting and saving the one intended for him.

In the meantime, Kirill, Prince of the Dublin Coven was furious. Being chained to a wall in his own basement was the height of insult and as soon as he got his hands on the vampire responsible, that man's head was going to be permanently parted from his body. What he didn't expect, when he was busy trying to get out of his cell, was a feeling of calm that suddenly came over him, or the single drop of blood hovering in front of his face.

Three completely different men, all thrown together in one point in time. Can they build a future together the way the Fates intended, or will their differences split them apart?

This is an M/M/M menage MPREG Fated Mates story, although the mpreg is not the main focus of this story. While it can be read as a standalone, reading previous books in the Gods series will give you a better understanding of the dynamics between secondary characters like Paulie and Zeus. Wes and Cass's story (the demon/wolf shifter pairing) is the final book in the Cloverleah Pack series. As with all of my stories, this book contains insta-lust, a journey towards love, no cheating and a guaranteed HEA.

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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters

Confident no one else was around, Ra focused on the vampire and wolf shifter who were starting to realize they were in unfamiliar territory. “Where are we?” Arvyn’s nostrils were twitching madly. “Is this your realm? I didn’t expect it to smell so… salty.”

“I thought you’d feel safer if we were still on earth,” Ra said gently. “Admittedly, we’re not in the U.S. anymore…”

“We’re in Ireland.” Kirill’s head came up and he sniffed. “I know that smell. By the Fates, I haven’t been in this part of the world for over three hundred years. Is this your house?”


“One of three I have.” Ra tightened his arm around Kirill’s shoulders, hoping the vampire wouldn’t be in a hurry to move. “I will confess, I don’t interact with the locals, although our nearest neighbor is more than ten miles away, and I haven’t got a clue what sort of eating or entertainment facilities might be nearby, although my handy smart phone may be able to tell me if I can get any signal here. I love this place because it’s small and remote, and so unlike my own realm or my beloved Egypt. But the place is warded, no one will disturb us. You are safe here.”

“It’s cozy.” Arvyn twisted around, but he didn’t move out from under Ra’s arm. “Does the fireplace work?”

“They all do,” Ra smiled. “I found it gets very chilly here, especially around this time of year. And there’s plenty of wood. Did you want me to…?” He raised his fingers.

“Can I light the fire?” Arvyn blinked up at him. “I can’t remember the last time I lit a fire. There’s something very primal about doing it – laying out the wood, encouraging the first few flickers of flame, and feeling it, seeing it grow.”

Ra lowered his hand. “I seem to recall Zeus promised you lunch. How about you two explore if you like, while I zap up some food for all us?”

“Do you have to be in your godly form to do that?” Kirill asked, a shy grin crossing his face. “I seem to recall the mate we met was…”

“You don’t like how I look as a god?” Ra wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry.

“You look commanding, virile, extremely handsome.” Arvyn nipped at his chin.

“Strong, powerful and very sexy,” Kirill added, his hand running up Ra’s back. “But I find my heart longing for the hug we never gave you, at the start, when I so rudely hurt you.”

Confused, because he was the same person regardless of what form he was in, Ra stepped back just enough to morph down to his human size, along with his jeans, boots and a soft wool top. “Like this?” Now he was looking up at his mates.

“Exactly like that.” Kirill actually growled, but Ra had no time to work out why before he was swept off his feet and into his vampire’s arms, the heat on his back letting him know Arvyn was just as keen to get close. Hooking his legs around Kirill’s hips, Ra’s head went back as two sets of lips mouthed over the dips where his neck and shoulders met and nibbled up either side of his neck.

Ra was instantly consumed, fire racing through his blood affecting every part of his body. He hung onto Kirill’s shoulders because if he didn’t, he’d fall. Dreams, desires, all of a sexual nature flooded his brain, and yet…

“You’re not feeling it.” Kirill took his lips away from Ra’s neck long enough to speak. Ra’s eyes were drawn to the tips of fangs poking over the vampire’s bottom lip.

“I am.” Ra turned as Arvyn also pulled his head away. “I want you both – you have no idea how much. It’s been… yeah, that’s not important, but we’ve all, and I mean all of us, had a really harrowing morning. I don’t want our claiming to be hard on the heels of something like that. That doesn’t feel right. Can you understand?”

Arvyn bit his lip and nodded. Turning his head so he could look at Kirill, the man seemed to sag a little under his gaze. “I’m tired,” the vampire sounded gruff. “Today was… I’m not sure I can put it into words. But Arvyn and I had talked… after last time I mean, and we don’t want you thinking we don’t want you, or we’re in awe of you, or don’t know how to act around you simply because of your position.”

“My position isn’t who I am with you,” Ra said gently. “To you, I’m simply Ra, a man who happens to be able to zap things out of thin air, and who can take us places if necessary. There’re a lot of aspects about life on earth I haven’t experienced, and a lot of things I might not understand the context of in modern society like you two do. Watching life isn’t the same as living it. Hell, I’ve only just learned to text.”


About the Author

Lisa Oliver's first fiction book was The Reluctant Wolf, book one in the Cloverleah series. Since then she's written more than fifty other titles spanning a number of different series including Bound and Bonded, Stockton Wolves, Balance, The God's Made Me Do it, City Dragons, The Necromancer's Smile, and the Alpha and Omega series. A huge fan of the true mate trope, Lisa's books are all paranormal, all M/M (although a few M/M/M have crept in too) and all have an HEA.

When not writing, Lisa can be found with her nose in a book or out walking her Rotty pups. Her adult children and grandchildren have found the best way to get her off the computer is to offer her chocolate.


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