me."
Really, he couldn't help it.
Ben gave him a sad smile. "I already bonded with
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Thomas."
"Shit."
Now there was no way to take it back. Once
bonded, wolves couldn't be apart from each other for more
than a few days. One of the reasons mated wolves always
traveled together.
"Nice try," Thomas smirked.
"Like you wouldn't have."
"That's why I didn't punch you."
Dillon smiled. He had a feeling Thomas might
understand him better than Ben did. A strong wolf, but a
sensitive human, not a combination desired in the Alaskan
pack. He didn't think it would be a problem in this new
pack Ben had found. After all, the alpha mate was a
delicate looking creature with no werekin blood. If the head
alpha didn't mind a sensitive man for a mate he wouldn't
mind a gentle half wolf in the pack.
Thinking over different scenarios he followed the
pair into the bedroom, stopping in stunned surprise.
"Damn. That's the biggest bed I've ever seen."
Thomas gave it a long look as if he hadn't seen it
before. "When I bought a new bed last year, I purchased the
largest one they had. Now I wonder if it was because I had
a foreshadowing of the three of us. Sight runs in my family.
I had thought it missed me, but now I'm not so sure."
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"Maybe not," Dillon agreed. Thomas was a large
man, but average for werekin. Ben was on the smaller side,
so the two of them didn't need that much space even if they
moved in their sleep. A knot unfurled in his stomach. If
Thomas foresaw needing more space then maybe
everything was going to work out all right.
Thomas stripped to his underwear. Dillon took a
moment to admire Thomas's lean form before walking to
Ben and pulling off the younger werewolf's shirt in one
smooth motion. He felt a motion by his feet. Looking
down, he found Thomas on his knees removing Ben's
shoes.
The position of the mostly naked man kneeling at
his feet made his cock stand up and take notice. Thomas's
pretty hazel eyes sparkled. "Just because you and I aren't
mates doesn't mean we can't explore each other. After all,
we'll be together for a long time."
"Ohhh, could the two of you kiss? That would be
sooo hot," Ben cooed.
Thomas stood up, positioning Ben between them. A
cautious look entered his eyes, a feeling reflected by
Dillon.
"Are you sure, honey?" Dillon asked. "It won't feel
weird to you?"
Ben shrugged. "Like Thomas said, we're going to
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have a long life together. I can't imagine us sharing a bed
for hundreds of years and the two of you not touching. It's
unnatural."
Dillon felt Ben's clever fingers slide into his hair.
"Kiss me first, maybe it will be easier with my taste on
your lips."
"Now that's something I can agree with." Dillon
wrapped his arms around Ben, pulling the hard, young
body tight against his. Without giving him a chance to
change his mind, he took his mate's mouth with all the
desperate longing built up since the entire mating business
started. He tried to convey through his touch just how much
he wanted this to work. There was nothing he wouldn't do
for his mate.
The first kiss ran into a second when Ben responded
with more enthusiasm than Dillon expected. The type of
enthusiasm he'd thought to find only in his dreams. This
was the man he'd waited for years to grow up, his dream
man, his mate. He was taken by surprise when he felt a pair
of hands unzipping his pants, since Ben's hands were
wrapped around his waist. He pulled himself away to look.
"Just helping," Thomas said, grinning.
Dillon went back to devouring Ben. This could be
the last time he held his mate, a bittersweet goodbye to the
man who held his heart and could easily crush him. If
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Thomas or Ben's wolf refused him, he would end his life.
Without a mate he was nothing. There was no reason to go
on. Both halves of him were resolved to that path.
"No." Ben jerked back. Only Dillon's hands
prevented him from falling on his ass. "You can't do that!"
"Calm yourself," Dillon stroked Ben's bare skin
with long soothing touches. "What's wrong?"
"I could hear your thoughts."
Thomas gasped behind Ben. "Fuck, you
are
mates."
Only alphas or mates could read another wolf's
thoughts. There was no way Ben was an alpha.
He felt Thomas's hands brush his as they tried to
calm the hyperventilating wolf.
"What were you thinking?" Thomas asked. Concern
filled his eyes as he took in Ben's pallor.
"If this doesn't work and our wolves reject him, he'll
kill himself," Ben said between panicky gasps.
Thomas nodded. "Makes sense."
Ben rounded on him, fangs bared. "It doesn't make
sense," he screamed.
* * * *
Thomas watched with a sense of fatality as his mate
came completely unhinged. It looked like he was stuck with
the other man. He didn't blame Dillon for wanting to seek
death without Ben. He would do the same thing. He'd seen
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wolves lose their mates and try to continue on. They lived a
shadowy half-life and lingered for years in a perpetual
cloud of despair. Better to end it right away than to exist as
a ghost.
There was no way he was going to lose his mate
after taking so long to find him, and if it took accepting
another wolf to keep him, they would find a way. Despite
wanting Thomas's mate, Dillon seemed like a decent guy
who wanted what was best for Ben. He couldn't stay angry
with the man, it wasn't his fault Ben needed more than one
of them.
If anything he felt compassion for the other wolf as
Dillon watched all his dreams dissolve. Compassion
squeezed Thomas's heart.
"Stay with us, Dillon. I don't want to lose my mate
and I have feeling if you were gone Ben wouldn't survive."
"I don't need your pity," Dillon snarled, his wolf
teeth flashing.
Thomas punched him in the nose. It made a
satisfying crunch as the other man fell down.
"Thomas!" Ben turned a shocked expression
towards him.
"I was trying to knock some sense into him," he
said innocently. Compassion only got you so far;
sometimes it was better to fight it out.
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Dillon came back to his feet with a growl. Ben
stepped in his way. Using his supernatural reflexes the
other wolf pulled his punch in time. "Careful, sweetie, I
almost hit you."
"I'd rather you hit me than you die." Thomas could
hear the exasperation and pain in Ben's voice.
"Let's get back on track. Dillon, strip." It amused
him to see the other werewolf glare at him before removing
the rest of his clothing. Dillon wiped the blood off his face
with his shirt before stripping off his boxers with a defiant
glare. Thomas could see the other wolf's nose was already
healed and back into position. The man was strong even for
a shifter. Thomas had barely escaped his attack before. If it
came down to the two of them fighting he wasn't entirely
convinced he would win. Admiring the other man's chest, it
only took a quick look down to feel inadequate.
The man was fucking huge. He was glad Ben told
him he'd never been intimate with Dillon before. He wasn't
sure he wanted to be in sexual competition with someone
this big. However, Ben was right. They would be together
for a long time and his body hardened at the thought of
having that big monster inside him. He'd never been a size
queen before but he might change his mind with a little
practice and a lot of access to that big cock.
"I hope you plan on using a lot of lube."
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Ben snickered.
"I've never had any complaints."
"I bet." Ben sounded dazed.
"You never saw him naked when you shifted?"
It wasn't as if wolves had a taboo about nudity.
Hell, on the full moon it was surprising to see them wearing
any clothes at all.
"I didn't want to embarrass him by staring. I made
sure I changed in a different area."
Dillon laughed. "I didn't give you the same courtesy
darlin'. I stared whenever I got the chance. Remove the
clothes, I want at that beautiful body."
He didn't know if Dillon was ignoring him on
purpose or was just focused on Ben, but he stepped aside so
the other man could touch his mate.
Thomas waited for his wolf to growl at the sight of
another touching what was his.
And waited.
Nothing.
Huh.
Dillon looked over at him. "Are you going to
attack?"
Thomas shook his head. "So far, so good."
Dillon's shoulders relax a bit as he led Ben to the
bed. The other wolf looked back. "Come on, gorgeous, this
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is at least a three man bed."
His wolf did growl at that. "There is a three man
maximum for this bed and don't you forget it." The idea of
Dillon touching another man had him seeing red. "A
specific three men." He didn't know if the bonding with a
second mate would be as strong, but the thought of Dillon
touching someone other than Ben or himself made him ill.
Shit, maybe the binding through Ben was stronger
than he thought, or that bite he'd received earlier did more
than hurt. Only mates were affected by another werekin's
bite and Dillon had taken a deep snack on his shoulder.
Thomas smiled. He knew in that moment,
everything was going to work out.
Dillon sent a questioning look his way. He
pretended not to notice. They could talk about it later. Right
now they needed to complete the bonding.
Not wanting to miss out on the mating, he
obediently climbed up on the bed, sprawling on the
opposite side of Ben so they sandwiched the smaller
werewolf between them. He had a feeling this was how
they were going to sleep at night. Both of them protecting
what was most precious to them.
Ben lay facing Dillon. Thomas knew this was really
the bonding for Ben and Dillon, but his wolf refused to be
kept out of this moment. For some reason his beast thought
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if he wasn't here he would miss out on an important part of
their life.
Experience taught Thomas never to ignore his wolf.
Dillon kissed Ben. He waited to feel resentment.
Waited for his wolf to snap and growl, but all he saw were
two beautiful men making love. There was hot passion
between them, a flurry of lips against lips with a lot of
tongue action, but what brought out Thomas's lust was the
gentle hold Dillon had on his mate. The other werewolf's
touch was firm but gentle, his grip barely denting the
smaller man's delicate skin.
Sliding down his lover's body, Dillon swallowed
Ben's cock. Thomas watched his mate touch the other
werewolf with a gentle, worshipful touch. As if his greatest
dream was coming true. He swallowed back a lump in his
throat. Not because he was jealous, but because he was
allowed to witness the tender scene.
Pleased with what he was watching, he wanted to
join the action. Leaning forward, he licked a line up Ben's
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Chapter Four
Dillon moaned around Ben's cock. He'd waited a
lifetime to taste his love and it was everything he'd
dreamed. Lapping at the hard rod, he was pleased at the
whimpers and soft touches he received with every lick.
When he felt Ben's balls draw up, he lifted his mouth.
He didn't want Ben coming until he was inside his
tight ass. He knew Thomas was doing something behind his
mate's back but he didn't want to know what. He
concentrated on bringing his lover to the edge and backing
off.
"Wait for me, honey. Back or knees?"
"Back. I want to see your eyes."
"Yeah. I wouldn't want you to be confused," he
looked away hoping Ben didn't see the flash of pain he
knew showed in his eyes. Gentle fingers gripped his chin
and turned him back. "What is it, love?" Ben's eyes were
filled with tears, not the emotion he was hoping to have his
mate feeling when they were about to bond for the first
time.
"I'm sorry you can't have a solo mate," Ben sobbed.
Sighing, Dillon brushed his lover's hair back from
his face. Glancing over Ben's shoulder he met Thomas's