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Sasha almost asked, what about Carlos, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment. Besides, Carlos could join them after his shift.

Sasha flopped onto the bed on his stomach, and Steve laughed. “I think he’s worn out, Neal,” the big man murmured.

“Oh, well, I guess we’ll have to make do…”

Sasha heard the sounds of Neal going down on Steve and rolled over. “Hey.”

Steve winked at him. “Sorry, buddy. You wanted to sleep.” He gasped as Neal did something he liked and pumped his hip a little, then caught himself on Neal’s shoulder.

“That’s not fair,” Sasha protested.

Neal chuckled, but didn’t stop. Steve’s breathing quickened, and his hand clenched Neal’s shoulder as he tried to keep his balance. He let his eyes close, a smile playing around his lips, and moaned.

Neal cupped Steve’s balls in one hand and Sasha’s erection built painfully, watching them. Rolling onto his stomach, Sasha stroked Neal’s leg with gentle fingers.

Steve groaned, and opened his eyes. “Nearly there, Boss,” he murmured.

Sasha almost came himself in response.

Neal milked Steve and he came with a cry, bending over Neal’s head at the waist. Sasha reared up on his knees and kissed him, Steve’s mouth cool from panting.

Awakened by all the activity earlier, and watching the two men now, Sasha’s empathy spun through him like a vortex. He shivered and squeezed Steve’s arm where he held on for balance. Steve laughed and Neal released Steve’s cock, then rolled onto his back like the huge cat that he was.

“God, I love it when you do that,” Neal groaned.

“Huh?” Sasha frowned.

“Your magic,” Steve told him. “It feels…”

“Amazing,” Neal supplied.

“Yeah.”

Sasha cocked his head. “What does it feel like?”

Steve’s eyes narrowed and he laid down on his back next to Neal. “It tingles and feels warm.”

“And like I can see into you,” Neal added. “I know what you’re feeling, and can feel it too. It makes everything more intense.”

Sasha blinked. “That’s how I feel it.”

“I wonder…” Steve trailed off.

Heat bloomed in Sasha’s chest. He gasped and caught himself against Steve’s chest. “Shit.”

Steve chuckled. “Like that?”

Sasha couldn’t speak, so he nodded.

Then Neal put his hand on Steve’s shoulder.

The sensations spiked and Sasha cried out. All three of them inhaled in unison, and Neal met Sasha’s gaze with huge eyes. “Wow.”

“We were thinking,” Steve said then. “About no condoms.”

Sasha’s heart started to pound.

Neal grinned, obviously feeling it. “I think he likes that idea.”

“No kidding!” Steve rubbed his face. “But just the three of us. Carlos has other partners, and it wouldn’t be a good idea. We don’t want you to catch anything.”

Sasha nodded, breathless with excitement. “I’ve wanted that a while now.”

Neal grinned. “Good.”

Sasha rolled over, into Neal’s body, and kissed him. Neal kissed him back, stroking a hand through Sasha’s hair as he did it.

Steve, meanwhile, seemed to be getting the hang of the energy and he swung the empathy around them like a shawl. Sasha grinned as Steve did it, the tingles igniting pleasure centers all up and down his body.

“Up on your knees,” Neal ordered. Tugging on Sasha’s hips, he guided Sasha to kneel between the two bigger men.

Steve’s warm hand cupped Sasha’s ass and then massaged, around and around, until Sasha’s erection nearly pulled the skin off his body.

“Please…” he moaned. “Please.”

Neal grunted and Sasha looked behind himself to see Steve pumping his hand, coated with lube, up and down on Neal’s cock. He guided Neal to Sasha’s opening, and Neal stroked himself up and down the crack.

Sasha pressed back, reaching, but Neal chuckled. “Slowly. I want it to last.”

“Please,” Sasha gasped.

Neal slapped him lightly, bouncing him, and then gasped. “Wow. I can feel that through the empathy.”

Sasha laughed. “Do it again.”

Neal set up a rhythm against his ass, alternating sides, and then sheathed himself to the balls in Sasha’s body.

All three of them groaned.

Steve moved in front of Sasha, angling to kiss him, but Sasha got an idea. Grinning, he bent forward and caught Steve’s cock in his hand, then moved to slip the whole thing into his mouth.

“It’s too soon,” Steve murmured.

“That’s okay,” Sasha said, coming off him enough to speak. He licked the head, then ran his tongue around it. “I’ll just play with it.”

Steve chuckled, a playfully wicked sound. “Sure you will.”

Sasha intended to make Steve come, no matter what he said, but the empathy increased the heat in his chest. He moved in tandem with Neal, his mouth sliding back and forth on Steve’s shaft but with no actual intent on Sasha’s part. It didn’t seem to interfere with their pleasure; on the contrary, his body reacted to all three stimuli and not simply Neal’s movements.

“It’s like I can feel you inside him,” Steve whispered, eyes closed. “God.”

Neal grunted but didn’t speak. Instead, he tightened his hands on Sasha’s hips, holding his body steady as he rode into him. Neal’s own orgasm built and an echo grew, deep in Sasha’s balls, as though his body responded to the empathy itself. Sasha’s voice, undone, bounced out of him around the flesh in his mouth. He cupped Steve’s balls in one hand and focused as much attention as he could spare on the big man’s cock. Despite what Steve said, his shaft responded to Sasha’s movements.

“I’m getting close,” Neal murmured. “Holy shit.”

“Me too,” Steve agreed, panting.

Sasha tried to speak but couldn’t. Instead, he squeezed Steve’s cock in his lips and let Neal’s thrusts bounce him back and forth. The orgasm bloomed slowly, like a flower in early spring, and then smashed into all three of them simultaneously.

He pulled off Steve’s cock for fear of biting him, and kept his hand around the pulsing shaft. Neal cried out and buried himself into Sasha’s body, bending over his back and panting.

Steve laughed, a delighted sound that brought a grin to Sasha’s lips.

Neal pulled a towel over and caught himself as he pulled out of Sasha. He cleaned them both up and collapsed onto his back, tossing the towel onto the floor and missing the hamper entirely.

“Your aim is off,” Sasha chirped.

“I’d love to see you do better,” Neal retorted.

Steve said nothing, just slid along Sasha’s back to lie next to him, cradling Sasha’s smaller body against the big black man’s torso.

Neal flipped the sheet over all three of them and Sasha snuggled tighter against Neal’s body and pulled Steve against his back with his free arm. The other lay pinned under the heavy weight of Neal’s head and the pillow.

Just like Nirvana.

Somehow, not getting the job at Northwestern didn’t loom as large anymore. He’d come to Chicago hoping to find his dream career and instead, ended up with much more than that.

Job hunting could happen any time. As both tigers started their rumbling purrs, vibrating the mattress like a large twin engine, he grinned. Tomorrow could wait. Today, love completed the circle.

About the Authors

A. Catherine Noon is an author and textile artist based on Chicago, Illinois. A writer since the age of nine, she enjoys telling stories. Ms. Noon has taught creative writing, creative expression and textile arts, including Artist’s Way workshops. She co-founded the Evanston Writers Workshop, a non-profit writing advocacy group based in Illinois.

She finds working with Rachel on collaborative projects both fun and rewarding. She also enjoys a full-fledged textile addiction including knitting, needlepoint, and crochet.

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To forgive is divine…if he can pin his lover down long enough to beg for it.

Finding Forgiveness

© 2011 Dana Marie Bell

Poconos Pack, Book 1

Ben Malone’s role as Marshall attunes him to every nuance of the pack’s wellbeing—which means he’s forced to feel every one of his mate’s hangovers. It’s the one reason Ben will never claim Dave Maldonado. Being alone is better than being with someone who lives in a bottle.

Dave was destined to be a pack Alpha until his first migraine hit at age fifteen, the day he caught his future mate holding hands with another boy. In the nine agonizing years since, he’s contented himself as Beta, but never learned to live with the pain and confusion of Ben’s rejection.

Dave’s worst attack yet sends him to the hospital—and brings them both face to face with the misunderstanding that’s kept them apart all these years. It’s too late, though. Dave is headed for Gay Pride Week at Disney World with one goal in mind.
Forget Ben Malone
.

Ben’s got a problem with that. Only one man is destined to hold
his
David. And he’ll give anything, even his last shred of pride, to win forgiveness—and the right to finally claim his mate.

Warning: This book contains explicit sex, graphic language, and male/male love scenes between two top dogs. Who knew Rock Paper Scissors could be such fun?

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Finding Forgiveness:

“Did you scent him?”

Dave nodded. What kind of teenage hell was this? Ben was leaving things—nasty, flowery, melty,
bleeding
things—on his back porch and then slinking away like a terrified Scooby-Doo. “The man needs a clue.”

“Then give him one.” Rick picked up the meat, his brows rising in surprise. “Fresh venison. Straight off the deer.”

Dave wrinkled his nose. “Ew.” He darted back into the house and grabbed his bottle of Mr. Clean. He doused the back porch and grabbed the hose. “I’d move if I were you.”

Rick moved. He knew Dave meant it.

Dave started the hose and rinsed off the blood and disinfectant. “Has he ever heard of ‘I’m sorry’?”

“Rumor has it he’s been trying to say it, but the women have decided he needs to grovel more.”

Dave stopped the flow of water and stared at his Alpha. “What?”

“Yup. They want you to go on vacation and come home, calm, rested and ready to claim your mate. They want Ben to suffer while you’re gone. And they want to have a hand in it so later they can whisper and smirk and look all smug when you two snuggle-bunnies coo at each other.” Rick rolled his eyes. “Hey, I tried to stop them.”

“But stopping Belle and Chela when they’re on a roll is like trying to stop a hurricane with tissue paper.” Dave leaned against the back wall of his cabin and sighed. “They’re more likely to drive him off than drive him closer. Ben hates games.”

Rick held up the bloody slab of meat.

“Don’t ask me. I don’t know what the fuck that’s about.” Dave threw up his hands and got dripped on. He ignored Rick’s chuckles and coiled up the hose. “If he really wants to apologize, why didn’t he knock on the door? Why this stupid-ass shit?”

“Maybe he thinks it’s romantic.”

The two men eyed the blood dripping to the ground from Ben’s latest “present”.

“Nah.”

Rick laughed and threw the meat in the garbage. Dave had no idea how long it had been sitting out in the sun before they found it, but the scent was already beginning to turn sour. “He gave you flowers and candy and venison steaks. What more does a guy need?”

“How about actually talking to me?”

“How about a fifty-two-inch LCD flat screen with surround sound and a vibrating recliner to sit in while watching Jessica Alba in that skin-tight Fantastic Four outfit?”

Dave blinked. “That’s oddly specific.”

“Thanks. I’m warming Belle up for our anniversary. Think it’ll work?”

“Not if you mention Jessica Alba.” Rick had claimed Belle the previous February; it was now nearly June. She’d been Luna for over a year now, and Dave had a good idea how she’d react to her mate’s obsession with Ms. Alba. “You’ve got a ways to go before then.”

“I know, but maybe I’ll get one of them for Christmas.” Rick winked, as happy and carefree as Dave ever got to see his best friend. But that carefree expression didn’t last long. “Listen. Whatever Ben’s planning, he’s obviously not ready to claim you yet. Go and enjoy your vacation. The women will torture him, you’ll get some sun, and maybe he’ll have gotten his head out of his ass by then.”

Dave shook his head. “I don’t know. At this point I’m not sure if I want his head on straight or if I should just look for a second mate.”

Rick looked shocked. “Are you serious?”

Dave shrugged. “It would be a fresh start with someone new, someone who doesn’t have the baggage Ben and I do. And besides, bloody chunks of meat aside, can you honestly say Ben wants me?”

Rick opened his mouth to reply, but there was nothing really to be said. All games aside, Dave was pretty sure this was Ben’s way of taking care of his poor, wounded mate. Dave would lay odds it was Ben’s wolf that had pushed him into it too.

Well, if Dave got a second mate, Ben’s wolf could take a flying leap. He’d have someone to take care of him, thank you very much, and Ben could sit alone and miserable in his cabin while Dave boned and got boned every damn night for the rest of his life.