by Kat Keppeler
There was no missing the way Skye’s eyes dilated at the memory. Clearly, she greatly enjoyed the way her other mates carried on with each other. She made a little humming sound and then managed to focus once more. Her libido hadn’t gotten the best of her just yet.
“You could always stay the night here…” Said Finn with a smile that meant he would probably have a hard time abiding but what he was preaching. It was clear by the expression on his face that he intended to try and steal her as often as possible for solitary trysts.
Skye settled her hands on either side of Finn’s broad shoulders as he straightened her clothes, smoothing the fabric down over her hips. “If Lee talks everyone into an actual ceremony, can you get me one of those twisted together bands. Or really thin stackable ones? Otherwise I’ll run out of room and then it’s a question over who gets the wedding ring finger and who goes on the right hand…”
“I think I can work that out, but we don’t need a ceremony. We’ve… already had it?” Of course it had involved a lot of sex and biting, but they’d still done it.
“I won't make you stay if you don’t want to. But I could be a perfect gentleman.” He smiled and sighed, pulling her back down into a kiss. It was brief but sweet, his lips soft against hers. “Good night, beautiful.”
“I am going back tonight, but only because they were worried when I left. They were giving it even odds that we’d end up fighting. Lee won’t be able to settle until he knows I’m okay, despite whatever distractions Chance and Rory might have,” Skye said and she framed his face between her hands to tilt his head up for one more kiss. “You’re always welcome to come back with me when I go but I’ll be here tomorrow night to stay the night. I love you, Finn.”
“I love you too, sweetpea,” Finn said after she kissed him, smiling gently as she got up to go. When she let herself out Finn lay back against the bed, one hand laid across his chest. He just felt like this was all going to fall apart. Happiness never lasted, his long life had taught him that unfortunate lesson - several times over.
Chapter Thirteen
Skye had been right, as soon as she had left no matter what Chance had whispered to him Lee couldn’t relax. Behind the closed door, Chance pressed in close with his teeth on Lee’s ear, the omega couldn’t get into it. The fear that Skye was in trouble gripped him too strongly.
“Stop… Geez.” Lee scolded, getting up out of Chance’s grasp to walk across the room his expression troubled. Rory, who had been sitting on the other side of the bed, stared at Lee’s hasty retreat with surprise in his eyes.
“You know, I don’t think he’s ever told anyone no before.” He met Chance’s eyes, a shrug.
Chance sat back with a wave of satisfaction at Lee’s refusal.
“I know,” Chance told Rory, his commentary utterly unrelated to Lee’s vague worries over their mate, “Skye’s changed him. I’m still trying to figure out just how much… and how she’s managed it.”
“Lee… She’s going to be alright. Finn would never hurt her…”
“But how do you know that? You heard the rumors in the pack, they said he was unstable. What if he gets really mad? What if he hits her? Rory, I think we could all three take him but only barely…”
Rory shook his head, the sandy blonde fringe falling into his eyes with the gesture. He cut his hand through the air to interrupt Lee before the omega could spin himself up.
“Lee you know as well as I do that my father liked to poison us all against each other when he was displeased. You can’t exactly take the opinions of Aiden into factor. And if he hurt our mate, I would handle it.”
Chance stood up, wearing just the tight black jeans he’d had on for the party and nothing else and padded over to the omega. This time, his embrace only offered comfort; the side of the beta that only was seen behind closed doors.
“Lee,” Chance said gently, wrapping his arms around Lee, “Finn wouldn’t hurt her. He’s old and he’s cranky but he loves our mate and I trust her wolf’s instincts. If Skye is drawn to him, it’s not a fluke or just because he might have some big goddamn moose children to give her.”
Lee turned in Chance’s arms, snuggling himself into the beta’s chest with a sigh.
“Okay…” Lee replied in a tone laced with worry. Chance was the person Lee loved the most, trusted the most. He’d loved Chance for a very long time. The confession left him before he’d even known he’d uttered it.
“I love you, Chance.” Lee said before instantly tensing at the admission that slipped from his lips.
“Hah,” Lee cleared his throat and shook his head, adding, “I mean, I love you too, Rory.”
Lee recovered, trying to play it off as if he hadn’t just volunteered his deepest emotions. Rory raised a brow at Lee, they had always loved each other but there was something oddly intimate in Lee’s words to Chance.
The omega sensed that his recovery was just a little too late; the cat out of the bag. He instantly pulled away from Chance, quickly crossing the room to Rory. Lee wasted no time, the only way he knew he could get things back to normal was with the one thing that he could always offer. Lee gripped Rory by the crown of his hair, snapping Rory’s head up. It caused his alpha to growl, a hand shot up to grip Lee by the throat which drew a heavy moan from the omega.
“He’s getting some balls on him too…” Rory said, gripping Lee by the neck to pull him close suddenly. He kissed Lee heavily, nipping the bottom lip of the omega until he whimpered. Rory let Lee pull back enough to break the kiss and then tossed Lee onto the bed next to him. Another designer shirt was down the drain as Rory ripped the shirt open which caused the smaller man to gasp. Rory was over him in a single swift move, with his hands supporting his weight braced against the mattress on either side of Lee’s head.
“Too bold maybe…” Rory commented idly before he nipped the side of Lee’s neck and began kissing a path to his stomach.
Chance watched from his position by the door frame, leaning back to watch the pair as Lee bailed on as close as he’d ever gotten to admitting how he felt. That, too, was new. Oh, not the feelings; those had existed from the first time Chance had ever been kind to the omega. Chance was well aware of them but he’d let it be for decades now, leaving it for Lee to talk about, or not. It was hard as his nature made Chance feel the pack’s distress keenly, more keenly in some ways than the alphas, but as he’d told Lee about Skye and Finn, sometimes you had to let people take steps to grow into what they could be and Chance was a patient man.
“I like it,” Chance commented with a wry smile that showed the dimple in his cheek. “And so do you. It’s like Lee’s becoming the wolf he was supposed to be instead of the way he was shaped by the old pack.”
Chance crossed to where his alpha had Lee pinned and sat on the bed by Lee’s head where he ran his fingers through the already mussed turquoise hair before tightening his grip to help pin him in place for Rory’s intentions. “I think it’s more noticeable with Lee because he’s the youngest, maybe, but even his scent is different - just a little.”
He leaned down to steal a kiss before Lee could speak, his mouth slanting over the omega’s with fierce possession.
Lee made a noise of pleasure as Chance stole his words with a hot kiss, his body tensing as Rory nipped the flesh of his flat stomach. The alpha pulled his hands to Lee’s belt line, undoing his pants and pulling them down. The excitement was building, that was clear by the stiff, thick shaft of Lee’s cock that pulsed with every beat of his heart. Rory smiled, his hand stroking the length of the omega’s hard cock. Lee let out another low moan muffled against Chance’s mouth. The omega was reaching, his hands grabbed at Chance to return the favor, with every stroke Rory gave him, Lee returned it to Chance, stroking the beta’s stiffening length through his tight jeans. He reached for the button, fumbling with it until he tore his mouth away in a gasp as Rory sucked the head of the omega’s cock into his mouth.
“I see that our alpha’s bringing out the big guns to keep y
our mind off our pretty mate,” Chance said, the rumble of his voice deep and low, full of mirth and devilment although he arched into Lee’s hands as he gripped Chance’s stiffening cock.
Chance reached forward, capturing Lee’s questing hand and anchoring it at the wrist with one large hand. With his other, he reached down to undo the fly that Lee hand been fumbling with to free his own stiff length. Chance was rock hard and ready but he only stroked himself while he pinned Lee’s wrist to the bed to suffer with whatever Rory chose to do to him. “You didn’t answer my question earlier, Clarence Lee… What did you want Rory to call you? What do you want me to call you?”
Lee writhed, he kept trying to move his wrists to touch Chance as the beta pinned his wrist. He of course could just use the other one, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind the alpha seemed to sense it. He reached up and grabbed Lee’s wrist and held it tight.
“Whatever you want.. I’ll call you whatever you want…,” Panted the omega under the two wolves. “Whatever you want me to call you, please.. Please just…”
Lee groaned as Rory stopped, pulling the man’s cock free from his mouth with a satisfying pop.
“Oh, come on Lee... You know better…” Rory drawled as he stroked Lee’s thick shaft again. Teasing always got responses, Rory began to stroke him faster which caused lee to start writhing on their bed, but as soon as the omega showed signs of his pleasure starting to peak, Rory stopped.
“What do you want me to call you, goddamnit?” Lee growled.
“I want…” Chance said, leaning down near Lee’s ear to nip his earlobe hard enough to have Lee hissing with a mix of pleasure and pain, “For you to call us what you want to. Just because I can read you like a book doesn’t mean that I don’t want to hear it.”
Before Lee could drag in a breath to answer, Chance had straddled Lee and presented him with the cock that he’d been trying so hard to get his hands on earlier, releasing his wrists so that he could guide it and stroke it while he worked over Chance’s hard dick with his mouth. Chance put one hand on the headboard to brace himself, the muscles in his stomach cording and tensing. Lee was very, very good at this sort of thing.
Rory watched them, his hands unbuttoning his jeans and slipping them down around his muscled hips. As Lee began sucking Chance’s dick, the sounds of him taking it deep into his throat was coupled with the sounds of his moans mingling with Chance’s. Rory began stroking over himself just as he heard the door click open, and see Skye slip in. Arousal was still on her cheeks from Finn’s teasing, she’d walked into see all of them piled together. Rory smiled, reaching hand out for her.
“Hello there, I was starting to feel a bit lonely…”
“Chance’s ass is right there, you know,” Skye pointed out only for the man in question to turn and give her such a look, even with the flush of arousal on his cheeks.
“I am so glad you don’t have a dick, princess,” Chance told her, his words tight with holding back on his release to make it last. “Because that’s stone cold. You can’t just go-”
Skye cut him off, stepping in to steal a kiss as Lee teased him completely over the edge. He moaned against Skye’s mouth, one hand anchoring her pale blonde head in place so he could ravage her mouth while he fucked every last drop of his orgasm into Lee. She smiled when he released her to sag against the arm that braced him up against the wall.
“Finn said I’d be sore for a week if I tried to join in,” she said even as she shed her layers of clothing to step nude into Rory’s waiting arms. Despite that, she kissed Rory just as deeply, the taste of Chance still on her lips and Finn’s scent clinging to her skin. “So you’ll just have to prove him wrong.”
“I think we are more likely to prove him right…” Rory replied, pulling her close as he began to kiss her deeply. His hands travelled over her body, the both of them on their sides as he stroked her flesh. Rory pulled her thighs up, gripping her by the knee to press himself against her into her waiting wetness. He felt himself slip inside Skye, eyes watchful on her face to see if it was too painful, the wince passed quickly before she was pulling herself against him. Rory sighed, his hands palming her breasts as he pulled her over him, having him over her her guided her hips with eager hands.
Lee sat up, a smile on his face. He kissed Chance deeply, suddenly, his hands in the beta’s hair.
“I’d love to call you my husband, my mate…” Said Lee, quietly confessing while Rory and Skye were too busy to notice. “Rory too, but he’s more…”
Lee didn’t know how to describe that, it was always him pleasing his alpha despite whatever feelings he felt for Rory. With Chance it was always something deeper.
Chance smiled gently, the soft, sweet smile that only these three people ever got to see on his aristocratic features. Leaning forward, he stilled Lee’s murmurs with a kiss that could only be described as tender.
Lee smiled, kissing the beta’s lips again, before slipping by him to the bedside table. They had all been at this a while, you don’t just go knocking on someone’s backdoor if you weren’t ready to go. Or they were. A tiny bottle slipped into the palm of his hand, he placed himself behind Skye as she rode Rory and began nuzzling her neck.
They had been gentle in their explorations of their mate, taking baby steps until they knew what was liked and what wasn’t. So far there had been very few red lights. Lee stroked himself, the bottle tossed away, he slipped a hand around Skye’s waist to slip his fingers against the silken folds, his fingers caressing both Rory’s cock while he thrusted and teasing the hidden nub. He pressed his erection, against her back, a devilish giggle from her omega. Of course, he figured Chance would toss him away and claim the right but he enjoyed the teasing for now.
Skye moaned, leaning back into Lee’s arms as Rory controlled the motion of her hips. They’d finally moved past Skye’s disconcerting tendency to go submissive and pliant. Lee was more used to the fact that she’d just let him control her body in the bedroom. She twined her arms back over her head to find Lee and wrap around his neck and shoulders.
“If you’re going to put that -” Skye said with a little wiggle of her rump against his erection. Lee had a truly massive dick. The only one who outstripped him of her mates was Finn and he was just massive all over. “-in me from back there, you’re going to need to go slowly.”
Despite her teasing, she was utterly trusting of the hands on her body and she smiled tenderly at Chance as he flopped down on the bed next to Rory, catching his breath after he’d had it wrung out of him. She couldn’t help but notice that Chance already had that black band on his left hand and that made her smile widen. “You do like it.”
He was so hard to read sometimes but he gave Skye the smile that made her heart clench in her chest, the easy, lazy grin rather than a smirk or a half smile.
“I love it,” he said simply. “And I love you. All of you.”
His gaze cut to Lee over Skye’s shoulder and for a moment, that soft smile was aimed at Lee before Chance shifted to lean up on one elbow and tweak the nipple that peaked between Lee’s fingers, eliciting a yelp from Skye although the way she clenched on Rory’s cock made it clear that her groan was by no means a complaint.
Lee locked eyes with Chance. Skye’s full breasts filled his hands and she arched back into Lee’s arms. Carefully, gently, he released one breast to guide his thick cock to her ass. He hissed out a breath as she groaned before relaxing into him. She was so tight and Lee could feel Rory’s shaft pumping in and out of her through that thin membrane. Rory stilled and Lee dropped his hands to rest on top of Rory’s on Skye’s hips to take over guiding her movements.
For a moment, Skye didn’t think it was possible for them both to fit and then Lee flexed his hips, sinking into her in one fluid motion and she was so impossibly full. She moaned, her head falling back against Lee’s shoulder as both men began to move together inside of her.
“Oh my God,” Skye gasped as she was rocked towards her inevitable climax. Finn had
been right, she was going to be so very sore but it was absolutely worth it.
Chance’s eyes glittered and he surged up in one movement, kneeling on the bed above Rory’s head as he reached for Skye. She knew what he wanted and she leaned forward to meet him. Their mouths tangled in a fevered kiss before he wrapped his hand in that silken hair of hers and guided her down to his ready cock. When her soft mouth closed over his flesh, Chance groaned as he pumped in and out of her lips with quick, short thrusts.
It was Skye who came first, overwhelmed with the sensations of being completely filled and loved by these three men. She tightened and moaned, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure as Lee could feel Rory’s cock jerk with each spasm and quickly followed suit.
It was Rory that staggered to his feet, picking Skye up as if she weighed no more than a feather and holding her close to his chest as he carried her off into the shower where he made love to her again, gently, his hands supporting her weight entirely. By the time she was tucked into bed in the midst of them, Skye might have been exhausted and sore but she felt utterly and completely loved.
Chapter Fourteen
The days and nights settled into a seeming routine for Skye. At times she found herself tangled up with one, or more of her original mates and other times she was tucked away in Finn’s room with him alone. Finn desired seclusion with her, he never joined when she was with the other three men. Things were always very intimate between them, it seemed to be something Finn had been craving for years.
The pack continued their routines. There were chores around the house or jobs to bring in revenue. Dinners remained a time for the pack but they were like large family affairs, with laughter and good natured teasing.
The spring melt began about the time Chance started overseeing renovations in the basement. It took three weeks to get rooms fleshed out, drywall hung around newly built wall frames, doors and painting all done. Soon the basement sported four bedrooms and a small bathroom with the world's tiniest shower. It was far from the claw tub in the upstairs bath but it would do in a pinch, and now three bathrooms were enough for the pack to live almost comfortably.
