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equally troubled expression. Neither of them wanted the

small werewolf to be riddled with guilt whenever they got

together.

"I know, darling." Dillon took the lube Thomas

handed him without looking at the other werewolf. "But

I've learned you can't always have everything you want.

We'll work it out," he vowed.

At least if they couldn't work things out he knew his

little love would have someone to watch over him. Just the

feel of Ben beneath him, even once, was worth any amount

of heartache.

The feel of a hand stroking his back had him

instinctively jerking his head around.

"Easy," Thomas said in a rich voice. Dillon had a

feeling the other wolf could make the encyclopedia sound

like a dirty bedtime story. "My wolf wants to get a feel for

you."

He tried to relax. Really he did, but he didn't know

Thomas and his wolf was a cautious soul. He didn't shy

away, but he didn't lean into the hand either.

Ben sighed beneath him. "Kiss already. You’re

making me nervous and my wolf likes you both fine."

Dillon assessed Thomas as a potential lover. The

man wasn't his usual type. His perfect type was lying

beneath him waiting for him to kiss another man, but if he

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met him on the street he would definitely take a second

look and maybe a third if he heard him speak.

He was amused to see Thomas looking him over in

the same manner. "We're a good-looking pair." Dillon

smirked.

"Yes we are," Thomas agreed.

Before he could say any of the other smart-ass

comments hovering on his tongue, Thomas grabbed his

head between two strong hands and kissed him stupid.

Need rippled up his back, so hot he thought he was

on fire. Moaning, he released his hold on Ben and wrapped

his arms around Thomas, diving into the kiss and absorbing

the other man's sounds.

Impressions and vague thoughts of heat and need

filled his head. One thought rose above them all, alerting

him to the fact the thoughts weren't all his.

An image of Dillon's cock floated through his mind.

I need to taste that.

Dillon's head jerked. "I heard you in my mind."

Thomas's eyes went wide. "What did you hear?"

Dillon blushed.

"Well, well," Thomas teased. "You did hear me."

"What were you thinking?" Ben asked.

Thomas nodded indicating that Dillon should

answer.

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Still blushing Dillon said, "He wanted to taste my

dick."

Ben laughed. "He'll have to stand in line. Come here

and give me first taste."

Smiling, Dillon climbed up Ben's body until his

crotch was even with Ben’s mouth. "Taste away, baby. I

can't tell you how many nights I dreamed of this moment."

"Don't waste time dreaming when you can be doing.

Feed me your cock," Ben said, wrapping his mouth around

the tip of Dillon's cock, he sucked it in.

Dillon moaned. He was so sensitive and this was

Ben, his dream man. Just watching those cherry lips wrap

around his prick was enough to tighten his balls and make

him want to shoot. When Ben sucked him halfway and

started to moan, he pulled out.

"Mine," Ben growled, his eyes shifted in passion

and there was a hint of fang.

"You fanged out, definitely no cock for you. Lift

your legs and I'll slick you up. You can suck me off later.

There's no way I'm letting you near me with your saber

teeth."

Ben snickered. "Fair enough." He turned his head to

look at his other mate. "Thomas, would you slick me up?"

Thomas nodded. "Do you mind?" he asked Dillon.

"I'd feel better if I knew he was prepared to take you."

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Nodding, he slid to one side and let the other man

in. With Thomas's hand that close to his body he could feel

the heat from the other werewolf. The scent of hot, needy

male had him looking down to see a long erect cock

between the werewolf's legs. Drops of pre-cum bubbled

from the tip, making Dillon's mouth water.

Giving in to instinct he slid down and swiped a

tongue to capture the other man's essence.

Flavor exploded across his taste buds.

"Mmmm. More." Need clawed at him with fangs

sharper than any wolf. With nothing more in his head than

want, Dillon pounced. Thomas hit the floor with Dillon

deep-throating his cock.

* * * *

Thomas was going out of his fucking mind. He

knew he should be shoving the other man off, but neither

his desire nor his wolf cared that they should be

concentrating on Ben. Dillon did something with his tongue

that made his eyes roll up in his head.

"Fuck." Thomas convulsed in short hip thrusts,

which was as much movement allowed by the strong wolf

holding him down. With nothing to do but submit, Thomas

gave it up, coming down Dillon's throat with a force that

drained the essence and all the energy out of him.

A sound above him made him glance up. Ben was

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leaning over the edge of the bed, watching the pair of them.

The smaller wolf's pupils were blown as he made

whimpering noises of desire.

"I think our baby is wanting," he whispered to

Dillon who was licking his way up Thomas's stomach. It

was the last thing he said because the other werekin took

his mouth in a no-holds-barred kiss and wiped every other

thought out of his mind. His wolf wanted to bare its belly

and let this strong man take a bite. He could feel the mating

bonds wrapping around them. They would be a true tri-

mate. In that moment he knew he would belong to Dillon as

much as he did to Ben. His wolf would accept nothing less.

When Dillon lifted off his body, Thomas almost

cried out from the loss. He heard a thump as the big

werewolf leaped onto the bed. He didn't worry about the

other man harming the redhead. He was one hundred

percent certain the other man would cut off his own arm

before he hurt Ben.

Soon the sounds coming from the bed had him

curious. Groaning he mustered enough strength to sit up

and check out the action.

Oh.

Dillon's large body covered the smaller werewolf,

his sculptured ass pumping away as he moved in and out of

the slim body. Even as he fucked Ben with a feral intensity,

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his kisses were soft and sweet and Thomas could see the

utter joy in his mate's eyes as he looked up at the other

man.

Thomas blinked back the sudden watering in his

eyes.

They were so fucking beautiful together. Unable to

stay away and needing to be part of their lovemaking,

Thomas crawled up onto the bed beside the pair. His hands

ghosted across them as he yearned to join their mating.

He watched with eager anticipation as Dillon's

fangs emerged. Without missing a stroke, the larger wolf

impaled Ben's shoulder with his teeth. Not to be outdone,

when Dillon released him Ben bit the wolf at the curve

between his shoulder and neck, pumping him full of mating

endorphins.

Lying beside them with Ben's mating serum in his

body from a prior coupling, Thomas felt the click as the

two bonded. Relief surged through his body leaving him

giddy with joy. The connection between them all rushed

through his body. He could feel them both, together and

apart. They were a triad.

Dillon was safe now.

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Chapter Five

With Dillon meeting with Anthony about job

opportunities and Thomas talking to Silver regarding pack

matters, Ben was at loose ends. He'd taken pity on his mate

and was now doing the books for the club as well as his

personal clients, but he'd finished that a while ago. Hoping

he could persuade his men to dance, Ben made his way out

to the bar. Smiling at his favorite bartender, he took his seat

on a barstool.

"Evening, Dare."

The gorgeous cat shifter gave him a warm smile.

Even when he wasn't flirting, the man exuded a joy in life

that was irresistible. It was obvious by the people milling

around that it was more than the drinks that had them

hovering in the drink area.

When he thought no one was looking, Ben saw the

cat watching a serious-looking werewolf who gazed

everywhere but at the bar.

Ben was dying with curiosity about the pair, but

there was a longing in the bartender's eyes that said it was a

story too personal to share in a crowded bar.

"What can I get you, pretty man? I'd offer myself

but I hear you have your hands full these days."

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He gave the bartender a nod and a smile. "Yeah, I

have more than enough on my plate. How about a rum and

coke?"

"Coming up." His drink was served with another

smile. Ben moved away to let others take his coveted spot.

More than a few had their eyes on the bartender rather than

their drink choices.

He drifted to the corner of the dance floor to watch

all the hot shifters move. He knew Dillon didn't like to

dance much but he didn't know about Thomas. It would be

great if one of his mates enjoyed dancing, though watching

was good too. He tilted his head to the right to understand

for a moment how two of the dancers were intertwined. He

was pretty sure they would be arrested anywhere else.

As he straightened he felt something cold and sharp

press against his throat. Fear frosted his spine as a familiar

voice whispered in his ear. "Hello, pretty. I see you lost

your man already. That's okay, you have me." Ned's voice

was calm and easy, the knife not even mentioned. "You

want me don't you, baby? I've been dreaming about you."

Saying no was probably not the best choice. "I don't

think my mate would approve." He hoped that was neutral

enough. He didn't think it would be worthwhile to mention

he had two mates, neither of whom would appreciate a

psychopath cutting his throat. Ned didn't need to know

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about his love life. The pressing of the knife against his

throat told him that wasn't the case.

"Too bad for him. He won't want you when I'm

done having my fun."

Shit.

Ben hoped the tentative bond he felt from his mates

was enough to get a message to them. As Ned dragged him

through the crowds, Ben sent a mental call to his mates for

help. He didn't want to involve any of the bar patrons, the

psychotic might stab one of them. Ben could tell from the

sizzle against his skin that the knife was coated in silver.

Danger. Ned. Help.

He imagined Thomas clearly in his head, and then

Dillon.

Ned's body blocked most people from seeing who

was in his arms. Before he had any chance to escape or

make a plan they were outside in the night. The knife left

his throat as he was thrown against the hood of a rusty

pickup. He wondered how many other men Ned had

kidnapped in the past. It was done too smoothly for it not to

be a pattern.

"Now it's my chance to get at that sweet ass."

Without the knife at his throat Ben spun around to

confront Ned. Even as his body shook with fear he was

resolved to fight. "I'm not going to let you do this."

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Ned laughed, his face an ugly mask of need. "How

are you going to stop me, pretty boy? We both know I'm

the stronger wolf, your mate isn't around, and no one is

going to hear you from inside."

Ben knew the other wolf was right. Despair filled

him.

"That's right, give in and it'll be easier." Ned gave

him a nasty smile. "But go ahead and fight if you want, I'm

not against a little rough foreplay."

Nausea churned his stomach. Even if his mates

came they wouldn't make it in time. Taking a deep breath,

Ben let out his inner beast. Claws slid out of his fingers

where nails previously lay. Growling low, he launched

himself at Ned.

Pain exploded in his skull as the larger wolf

grabbed him around the waist and slammed him down onto

the rough gravel.

Ben lay there whimpering as the stronger wolf

laughed over him.

"Is there a problem?" A soft tenor asked. The

familiar sound of the alpha mate's voice sent terror through

Ben's heart. He knew he could survive whatever Ned

dished out but he didn't know about the fragile-looking

human.

Glancing over, he saw the shadow of a red sports