Triad

by Cheyenne Meadows

  Table of Contents

  Legal Page

  Title Page

  Book Description

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

  New Excerpt

  About the Author

  Publisher Page

  A Totally Bound Publication

  Triad

  ISBN # 978-1-78430-203-0

  ©Copyright Cheyenne Meadows 2014

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright August 2014

  Edited by Sue Meadows

  Totally Bound Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Totally Bound Publishing.

  Applications should be addressed in the first instance, in writing, to Totally Bound Publishing. Unauthorized or restricted acts in relation to this publication may result in civil proceedings and/or criminal prosecution.

  The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork.

  Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Burning and a Sexometer of 2.

  TRIAD

  Cheyenne Meadows

  Partner two mated wolf shifters and one alpha lion shifter to find a rogue and watch the sparks and fur fly.

  A rogue wolf shifter with his growing army of killers sets alpha wolf and security expert Dillon into motion. Together with his long-time mate, Rick, they track the string of deaths to a small rural town.

  Copper, an alpha lion shifter, isn’t thrilled the Wolf Council sent the pair to stick their noses into his business.

  Sparks fly as they grapple with their instant attraction and jockey for top dog position while Rick sits back and watches the fireworks with amusement, realizing they just might have found their third mate. The sexual tension is building while a deadly band of killers are culling the next victim in their game.

  Can they put aside their differences and find a way to stop the killings before one of them ends up in the crosshairs?

  Dedication

  For E, who said, “I told you so.”

  Chapter One

  “Are you going to stand there or are you going to strip and get fucked?” Dillon tossed his button-up shirt into a growing pile of dirty clothes and went to work on the fastenings of his suit pants, with a raised eyebrow toward his partner.

  Dillon had scented Rick long before the quiet squeak of the door to their shared cabin had announced his arrival. As if Rick had read his mind, the beta had returned home at just the right time.

  After a long week of meetings with the pack councils in the region and discussing one problem after another, Dillon felt tied in a strangling knot. The burden of stress and responsibility bore down on his shoulders as if it were the weight of the entire world. He’d gladly accepted the assignment, since wolf pack alphas protected the others from the top to the bottom, with no exceptions. Besides, his position as head of security forced him to keep abreast of any and all potential threats to his rather large family. Attending conferences fell under the category of proactive oversight and information sharing. Though tedious, traveling to a neutral location proved necessary to keep updated and continue the pack’s peaceful path. None of that bothered him.

  What did cause concern was a juicy tidbit from this particular event that still sent shards of worry through him, occupied his mind through the entire seven-day stay, and lingered to the present, which explained his surly mood and rigid tension.

  “Wound tight, huh?” Rick arched a blond eyebrow but began to shuck clothes at a rapid pace.

  “You have no idea.” Normally he used more tact and a trifle more manners when greeting Rick. Today, his lover took his chances.

  The last of his clothes fell to the floor, leaving Dillon nude, his granite-hard erection jutting straight out, the red tip already leaking a drop of fluid.

  In a matter of seconds, Rick stood just as naked. Dillon’s mouth watered at the sight of the tall, ripped wolf shifter. Blond hair topped Rick’s head in short waves, the ends just tickling his collar—when he wore a shirt. His solid frame held plenty of muscles full of precise definition and power. Definitely a looker. His wide chest had a few sprinkles of light hair that led to a narrow waist where the fuzz solidified into a fine line, aiming straight to a thick, quickly swelling dick—a perfect complement to Dillon’s own darker coloring and similar build.

  “It’s going to be rough. Can you take it?” His gaze rose so he could watch Rick’s face.

  “Rough? What other kind is there with you?” Rick grinned slyly, his eyes flashing with unbridled lust.

  Dillon growled and stepped forward.

  Rick shook his head as amusement covered his face. “Yeah, I can take whatever you dish out.”

  “Good.” Dillon licked his lips.

  After cupping Rick’s head, Dillon pulled him in close, meshing their lips together in a preview of the hard coupling to come. Rick gave back with as much gusto, his tongue flicking over Dillon’s in open invitation.

  Nearly desperate with need, Dillon broke the kiss. “On the bed.” He waited for Rick to move before heading to the side of the bed and digging through the drawer of the bedside table. Having found the items he sought, he grabbed them then returned to stare longingly at Rick.

  Tossing an item up in the air, he caught it before throwing it again. He smiled as Rick watched, a tiny spark of excitement flickering across his face. “Sit down. I think you’re gonna need this.”

  Rick immediately complied, moaning low and flinching as Dillon first squeezed just behind the head of his cock, waiting a few beats for the erection to fade somewhat, before snapping the metal cock ring on.

  “Damn.”

  They both knew when Dillon used the device that he had no intention of ending the play any time soon. Too wound up this time, Dillon simply brought out the ring to jack up Rick’s level of arousal by using the tool. As much as he wanted this session to last for hours, slow and leisurely would have to wait. Too much pent-up stress and need filled him right now to last longer than a quick, hard fuck.

  Standing back, Dillon sucked in a deep breath and admired the vision before him.

  He preferred his lovers experienced, well hung, with thick muscles and capable of handling his pounding and begging for more, which left out humans, as they tended to wilt long before he came close to tiring. Shifters, on the other hand, typically kept pace as long as they enjoyed a bite of pain along with their rounds of pleasure. Rick fit the bill perfectly.

  They had belonged to the same pack, had been raised together, and had gravitated toward one another from almost the beginning. As their personalities and position in the large pack had stabilized, they’d turned to one another as confidants, friends and often as lovers. Older pack members, both male and female, had initiated
them both into the realm of a sexually active wolf shifter, but they sought out one another almost exclusively these days to care for their base desires and needs. Dillon’s alpha status matched well with Rick’s high beta level, putting them nearly on equal footing and their sexual preferences clicked perfectly.

  Dillon reached out and fingered the ring surrounding the base of Rick’s cock. The metal caught the sunlight streaming into the room, sending flashes across the walls as Dillon stroked his hand up and down the impressive member, bringing his partner to full arousal once more.

  “Much better.” Dillon continued his ministrations for a moment longer, savoring the expression of tense joy on his partner’s face.

  After plucking two fat pillows from the head of the bed, Dillon shoved the cushions under Rick’s hips. “Lay down on your belly.” He grinned wickedly when Rick stretched out with a moan, his rear upraised just enough to allow for easy access. He reached out and snaked his hand under his lover, carefully adjusting Rick’s swollen member until the erection pointed nearly straight down instead of being tucked under his body and pressed into the pillow. He’d learned from past experience that his lover didn’t need the extra stimulation of the sheets rubbing his already leaking dick. No, he wanted Rick to come when he desired it, not early on in their elongated lovemaking session.

  Dillon growled at the sight of such a fine rear on blatant display, with an equally gorgeous cock dripping tiny beads of moisture onto the linens directly in front of him. No other sight went straight to his manhood as quickly as Rick bent over, his ass in the air, waiting for Dillon to mount. He dreamed of these times and gloried in their reality.

  After wrapping his fingers carefully around the man’s testicles, he gently pulled downward, not stopping until Rick flinched. He’d learned the trick a while back, mixing in just enough pain to spice up Rick’s arousal to a fever pitch. Releasing his prize, he repeated the stern caress, using a milking motion to notch up their already high levels of desire.

  Upon grabbing the lube, he squished a large dollop right over Rick’s puckered hole, not willing to release his snug grip just yet. With his free hand, he worked the slippery gel around the opening before pushing in with two fingers, side by side. At the same time, he gave a tender yank on Rick’s balls.

  “Oh, shit.” Rick groaned and arched his back, his legs widely spread to allow plenty of room for Dillon to work.

  Dillon removed his fingers and smacked Rick’s upturned cheeks. “Lie still.”

  Rick’s hands fisted the sheets. “More. Need more.”

  Beginning his in and out motion, Dillon pressed his digits back into Rick’s ass, twisting and spreading, encouraging the sphincter to relax enough to soon accept the broadness and sheer size of his pounding cock. With a downward movement, he rubbed over the gland, grinning when Rick immediately tensed, swore, and bucked.

  He spanked him a bit harder, leaving pink prints on both buttocks. When his lover quieted, Dillon slipped a third finger inside, aiming straight for Rick’s hot spot, knowing exactly what the man would do.

  Rick’s knuckles whitened as he grasped the linen with strength born of determination. He managed to remain still until Dillon brushed the bump of his gland once more, then Rick jerked and whimpered.

  Dillon slapped him again and tugged a fraction more on the already low=hung sac. “Don’t move. Damn it.” After removing both hands, he squeezed the container of lube once more, using his fingers to first warm the liquid before rubbing his dick with several snug strokes.

  Upon lining up his cock with Rick’s entrance, he slipped in, paused a heartbeat then thrust for home, reveling in the familiar tightness and heat of the channel he penetrated.

  With a muffled yelp, Rick held steady, though his breathing became audible to Dillon’s extra-sensitive hearing.

  “That’s it, baby. You’ve got it all.” He trailed his hands over Rick’s back and buttocks, soothing the small hurt away. His full-blown erection outshone most men’s, even the majority of wolf shifters who cornered the market on big dicks. Not all partners could handle his immense size. Rick could.

  He peered down at their joined bodies and nearly whimpered at the beautiful sight.

  In truth, he loved the superb dominant position, especially with Rick. The powerful male lay spread out all for the taking, trusting Dillon to bring him pleasure as well as push his limits and abilities. With near total control, Dillon embraced his alpha instincts, let his inner wolf play, all the while riding the man beneath him as long as he could hold out—which typically meant quite a long time, since he couldn’t seem to get enough of his mate.

  Dillon pulled back until just the head remained, then punched forward with power.

  “Fuck.” Rick wiggled forward just enough to brace himself against the headboard of the oversized bed.

  Dillon smiled wide. Though the other wolf disobeyed, he let the matter slide. After all, Rick would probably need something to hold on to before he spurted his semen deep in Rick’s ass. Checking to make sure Rick’s cock remained free of the pillow, Dillon placed his hands on either side of Rick’s shoulders and set a frantic pace of fast, clipped strokes. His angle ensured he nudged Rick’s gland with each and every thrust, a trick guaranteed to drive Rick wild with need.

  Moans and whimpers escaped Rick’s throat as he held onto the wood so hard his knuckles whitened. The whole bed creaked in a frantic rhythm as Dillon pounded into Rick’s body, his balls slapping against Rick’s with each powerful drive.

  “So fucking good.” Dillon lowered his head and licked the junction of Rick’s shoulder and neck. He couldn’t get deep enough, hard enough, fast enough. Desire spurred him on, pistoning in and out, pushing them both closer to the edge with each brutal stroke.

  Rick lurched back, his buttocks clenching, tightening his ass around Dillon’s pulsating cock. “Almost there.”

  Dillon growled low in his throat, a warning as much as a plea for his lover to tamp down on his raging lust and pull back from orgasm, at least for a few more moments, enough for Dillon to match his level of excitement.

  “Not yet, damn it.” Dillon would have slapped Rick’s ass if he’d had a free hand. The cock ring should prevent Rick from coming, but he took the opportunity to revel in his dominance over his more submissive mate.

  The sounds of panting filled the room, joining the squeaky complaints of the king-sized bed, which continued to bounce and buck.

  “Dillon…” Rick moaned out his name.

  With finesse, Dillon reached around and unsnapped the cock ring, letting it fall to the bed without slowing his thrusting in the least. “Now. Fuck it. Come now.”

  Sinking his teeth in deep and biting down, Dillon felt the ridge in his dick begin to expand. A rising tide swept him to the brink. With one last plunge, he sank balls-deep into Rick’s upturned ass just as the knot flared to full size, locking them together. The reins of his control slipped, the tingling at the base of his spine exploding into a series of rockets launching him straight to orbit. His whole world centered on the jetted streams of semen splashing deep into Rick’s ass, even as the channel clamped around him in rhythm, a sure sign Rick had reached his pinnacle as well.

  Low moans carried to Dillon’s ears as Rick first clenched, then relaxed, only to clench again, the large swollen area pressing on his gland with each surge of hot cum.

  Dillon jerked in reaction, managing to grind himself against his lover, while the swelling kept them tightly stuck together in a bond of rapid fire of crescendo and decrescendo crests. Time and again his balls emptied, each pulse a little less intense, a bit longer in between than the previous.

  Draping over his lover’s back, Dillon fought to catch his breath as the high sexual peak slowly evaporated. Slowly, he released his fangs from Rick’s flesh, absently licking at the wound in quiet apology for the small injury.

  Rick gradually released his death grip on the headboard. Flexing his hands, he lay subdued on the bed, his respirations decreasing back t
o normal.

  “Shit.” He squirmed against the pillows.

  Dillon whined as another late spark milked his cock. Lifting his weight off Rick, he leaned back enough to stare at their still connected flesh, amazed as always that Rick could accept the additional burden of the swollen knot on top of Dillon’s thick and long erection.

  “Not yet, baby.” Running his hands over Rick’s back, he soothed his lover as they both waited patiently for the knot to diminish enough to free them comfortably.

  “What’s taking so damn long?” Rick grumbled as he pressed up into a position on his hands and knees.

  Dillon mirrored the movement. “Pent-up need?”

  Rick snorted. “Something. You haven’t been that revved up in a while.”

  “True.” Dillon sucked in his breath as a final, short-lived, almost painful climax squeezed the last drop of cum from him. Within moments, the stubborn swollen gland began to diminish. Only when he felt confident the knot had vanished did Dillon tentatively pull back, unlocking from Rick’s body.

  A soft hiss accompanied his withdrawal.

  “You okay?” Dillon pulled the pillows out, before throwing them to the side, as he pressed on Rick’s shoulder, encouraging him to lie flat on the bed.

  He flipped over with a long sigh. “Yeah.” The corners of his mouth curled up as he met Dillon’s gaze. “Talk about intense.”

  Dillon shook his head and smiled. “Why do I have a feeling you’re going to be sore as hell?”

  Rick shrugged. “Just a reminder of the carnal activities that made me that way.” He mirrored Dillon’s grin.

  “Uh huh. Stay put.” Dillon headed into the bathroom, quickly cleaned himself off, then returned with two rags. First, he used the soapy one to gently clean every speck of residual semen off Rick’s soft penis, then dipped lower to work on his ass. Satisfied both were clean, he switched to the dry towel, blotted the areas, then gathered up both linens and tossed them in a hamper in the bathroom. The bed sheets soon followed.