Triad

by Cheyenne Meadows

  He had wanted them from day one. More than once he’d sniffed their arousal, caught their appreciative appraisal of his body—signals he would normally jump on. But the fact remained they were a mated pair, leaving no room for him in a long term commitment. Deep down, he knew once wouldn’t be enough, but how could he ask for more when a bonding already existed?

  “Your turn.” Rick walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

  Dillon soon followed.

  Copper eyed them appreciatively. Both men sported prominent muscles, large frames, and chiseled, handsome faces. A water droplet meandered down Rick’s chest, setting Copper’s arousal to a high pitch. What he would give to follow the same trail with his tongue. With no more than a piece of terry cloth covering them, they could have posed for any magazine and made a nice living. Gorgeous and confident, they made for a dream pair, even if they presently dripped on his carpet without the benefit of clothes.

  “Oh, I forgot to get you guys some sweats.” Copper wanted to kick himself for being so preoccupied with his thoughts that he’d forgotten the wolves would have nothing clean to wear once they’d dried off. He hurried to his bedroom and pulled out a couple of pairs of black sweats, emptying his drawer, since he’d never gotten around to washing the last clothes they had borrowed. Upon returning with the items, he handed them over. “Here you go. I’ll jump in the shower. Be back in a few.”

  With that said, he walked down the hall, stepped into the bathroom then shut the door behind him.

  Fifteen minutes later, Copper walked out of the bathroom, down the hall, and paused at the entrance to the living room, wearing a pair of jeans he’d snagged from the closet. “Did you…” His words trailed off as he raked both wolves up and down. Sure enough, both Rick and Dillon sat on the couch, still clothed in only their towels.

  Copper paused and stared while his already semi-hard erection filled to full potential in a matter of three seconds.

  They turned at his approach and met his gaze. Sparks and intention flashed first in their eyes, then across their faces.

  He read them easily, smelled the building lust, and could no more stop what was about to happen than he could hold back a thunderstorm. “You want me.”

  “Hell, yeah.” Rick stood and walked closer.

  Screw mating and long-term commitment. He stood on the doorstep to his fantasy coming true and couldn’t force himself to turn back. Live for now and let tomorrow take care of itself.

  Dillon got to his feet and followed, his gaze locked on Copper’s. They shared a look that spoke of need, want and desire.

  “You ever bottomed?” Copper raised an eyebrow at the wolf alpha.

  Dillon smirked. “Once in a blue moon.”

  “That’s about right.” Rick rubbed Dillon’s rear with familiarity. “But it’s damn hot when he does.” Rick untied Dillon’s towel, letting it puddle at his feet. No sooner had the alpha stepped out than Rick wrapped his fingers around Dillon’s semi-erect cock, stroked a time or two, then knelt to take the quickly growing head in his mouth.

  Copper watched in avid interest. Dillon’s sculpted body, full of muscles, would’ve made anyone drool. Combine him with Rick’s bulkier build and quickly rising erection and he couldn’t peel his attention away from the scene happening right in front of him.

  Rick leaned in, taking more of Dillon’s dick in his mouth before backing off, trailing his tongue along the underside then flicking it aggressively over the slit. A droplet appeared, which Rick eagerly lapped up.

  A low groan sounded through the room—Dillon announcing his pleasure. Copper bit his bottom lip to keep from mimicking the sound. His own cock turned granite hard and chafed at the tight restriction of his pants. Absently, Copper unzipped his jeans and let them fall into a heap on the floor. Finally nude, he caressed his own aching member, his gaze locked on the pair of mated lovers before him.

  After a few more bobs of his head, Rick stood up, unwrapped the cloth with haste, and gave the towel an absent pitch. His impressive member sprang out, as if relieved to be released from the terry cloth cover.

  Copper licked his lips. Rick’s dick was gorgeous, long and thick—a tasty treat and more than adequate to get the job done in its current rigid condition. Dillon moved over a step, which allowed the dim light to fall over him.

  Copper gaped and nearly came right on the spot. “Oh, shit, you’re huge.” The words panted out as he blinked in stunned pleasure.

  Dillon faced him directly with a knowing smile on his face. “So I’ve been told.”

  Rick snorted. “Conceited much?”

  “How do you handle that monster?” Copper couldn’t wrap his mind around how Rick accepted such a massive dick in his ass. Just the thought sent a twinge of pain stabbing through him.

  “I’ve had some practice.” Rick grinned like a Cheshire cat at Dillon. “About seventy-five years’ worth.”

  “It helps that you like things a little rough too.”

  “Definitely. Bring it on.” Rick nipped one of Dillon’s nipples.

  Dillon reciprocated by rubbing his fingers up and down Rick’s manhood. His gaze latched onto Copper. “You ever bottom?” He threw the man’s own words back at him.

  “Now and again.” He grappled with a hint of apprehension mixed with rip roaring desire and swallowed. “But never for someone that well-endowed.”

  Dillon smiled. “Not many of us out there, I’d warrant.” He brushed a kiss across Rick’s temple. “Let’s take this party to the bed.”

  They filed from the living room into the bedroom. Rick crawled onto the bed first, found a spot in the middle and sat down. “Looks like I’m the fuckee again. Yippee.” His lips curled up at the corners impishly.

  Copper shook his head. “Is he always like this?”

  “Pretty much.” Dillon nodded at the lion. “Go on. Climb in. We’ll figure things out from there.”

  Not waiting for a second invitation, Copper slid in next to Rick before tracing the hills and valleys of Rick’s body as he pressed kisses along the beta’s neck and chest. Feeling a hand on his throbbing dick, he bucked, his pleasure upping tenfold as sure, tight strokes massaged him, measured him, and drew a ragged gasp from his throat. Raising his head, he met Rick’s lips in a bold move, demanding entrance with a quick nip and a strong push of his tongue. The beta opened instantly, giving back the hard meshing of lips, mouths and tongues, matching Copper in enthusiasm.

  “Are you sure you’re up for this?” Rick traced his fingers over the still pink scar on the lion’s ribs.

  “Hell yes.”

  Rick met Copper’s gaze for a long moment before reclining, pulling Copper on top of him. “Tell me if you need to stop.”

  “No way am I stopping now.” Moving easily, Copper renewed his lip lock even as he ran his hands up and down the ripped muscles of the beta’s chest and abdomen. Rick’s erection twitched against Copper’s belly. Taking Rick’s cock in hand, Copper made a circle with his fingers and worked his way up and down. Once. Twice.

  A loud moan escaped from Rick’s throat.

  Copper felt a large hand cup his rear, first rubbing then squeezing, as if learning the texture. Only when he felt the same hand center on his puckered hole then softly grasp his low hanging balls did he flinch away.

  “Easy, cat. I’m just touching. For now,” Dillon reassured him in a quiet voice.

  Rick wrapped Copper in his embrace and kissed him like the world was about to end. All concerns fled under the beta’s attention, even as the alpha wolf ran practiced hands all over his nude body. Fires flared in his blood as his sole focus became finding ecstasy in the arms of the wolf pair. He needed more. Something. Anything.

  Dillon’s hand, full of cold gel, wrapped around his quivering cock. The chill lasted only a second as the stimulation heated his arousal all the more.

  “Nice cock. Great balls too.” Dillon slid closer on the bed to lick at Copper’s exposed throat. He nibbled and laved, before sitting up and moving be
tween the twined legs of the men. “And one fine ass.”

  Copper went to hands and knees in order to allow Dillon room to continue his ministrations, already craving more from the other alpha. Rick shifted under him, pulling his legs up toward his chest as Dillon’s touch faded away.

  Twisting around, Copper saw the reason. Dillon penetrated his lover with slick fingers. First two, then added in a third. After a few more moments, he removed his digits entirely and slapped Copper on the ass.

  “He’s all yours.”

  Thrilled and excited beyond measure, Copper shortened the reins of his control. “What about you?”

  Dillon simply grinned wickedly. “Oh, I’ll figure out something to do.” As if proving his words, he slid gel-covered fingers between Copper’s crack and found his opening. He sealed his lips over Copper’s, demanding entrance as he slipped first one then a second finger into the lion’s tight hole.

  Copper wrestled with Dillon’s tongue for a long moment before Dillon slapped his rear none too gently, leaving a sharp sting behind. “Rick’s waiting.”

  Aligning his body with the beta’s, Copper focused on the man’s face as he gradually pushed forward. With only a minor moment of resistance, he easily sank home on the first stroke. Rick immediately lifted, as if begging for more.

  “Damn, you feel good.” Copper grunted as he reversed course, then slammed back in as deep as he could go. Back and forth he rocked, ramping up the power and speed. He felt Dillon slip his fingers back into his ass, stretching and prodding, moving with his motions. Copper threw his head back and moaned, caught in a vise of pleasure. His cock quivered, his ass clamped and held. Waves built as he picked up the frantic pace, his and Rick’s bodies slapping together in rhythm.

  “Fuck. I’m going to come.” Rick’s face grimaced.

  Copper growled low in his throat. “Not yet, wolf.”

  Rick met his gaze.

  “Not until I’m ready.”

  “Shit.” Rick’s hands grasped the bedspread so hard his knuckles whitened. “Bossy alpha.”

  “That’s right. Alpha.”

  Dillon chuckled behind him and added a third finger. Copper hissed with the burning sensation.

  Moving closer and to the side, Dillon rotated his wrist, spreading and twisting his fingers deep inside Copper’s sphincter. He set his teeth on Copper’s ear and bit down with exquisite control.

  “You’re so close.”

  “Yeah. Almost. There.” Too revved up. Too needy. He couldn’t last long, no matter how hard he tried. Not after days of sizzling desire revolving around the two wolves who had taken every opportunity to tease.

  He pumped in a furious motion—short, deep jabs meant to send Rick over the edge at any moment. Loud breathing carried across the room.

  Rick whined under him.

  The sound went straight to his balls. “Come, you son of a bitch. Come already.” With a mighty roar, he flung over the edge straight into rapture. His whole body shuddered as semen spurted from his cock into Rick’s hot channel.

  Rick howled and jerked as his ass clamped down tight, almost too tight, on Copper’s cock. Ragged breathing filled the room. Small shudders racked Copper’s body as aftershocks from the intense orgasm ravaged his momentarily sated body.

  The beta began to move under him. “Wait. Hold still.” He met Rick’s gaze. “Barbs.”

  “Seriously?”

  He glanced over his shoulder at Dillon. “Yeah. Cat trait. Like the fabled knot of wolves.” Copper managed a grin as his heart began to slow to a normal pulse.

  “Fable? If you need proof, just look down.”

  Sure enough, Rick’s cock lay on his body, still spilling stringy fluid from its tip, a swelling nearly twice the size of the rest of his dick surrounded the area about three inches from the base. He bucked at the arousing sight.

  Rick groaned and more cum leaked.

  “Damn.” Copper panted and waited out the spasms of Rick’s ass.

  Pressure on his back hole drew his attention. Dillon had removed his fingers and, judging by his position, intended to replace them with something else. Before he could decide if he wanted to give the gigantic dick a try, Dillon nudged forward, not letting up until the mushroom head slipped past Copper’s sphincter.

  “Oh, shit.” He yelped and struggled with the biting pain.

  Rick lifted his hips, grinding against Copper’s groin while he pinched Copper’s nipples. “Just relax.” Strong muscles clenched, massaging Copper’s rapidly inflating cock like a velvet glove. Rick lapped at his lips before kissing him with gusto.

  Dillon’s hands rubbed the length of Copper’s back, both soothing and building up his need. After a few moments, he shoved forward again, gaining another couple of inches. He steadied himself with one hand on Copper’s hip while rolling his low-hanging balls between his fingers.

  Copper flinched, driving his own cock deeper into Rick, who groaned with renewed want. “Fuck.” He puffed out a breath then met Rick’s lips with wild abandon. He growled and roared softly, instinctively grappling with the battle to accommodate Dillon’s erection.

  “You can take four fingers. You can take my cock.” Dillon tugged on Copper’s scrotum in emphasis, his throaty command spoke of a true alpha in his comfort zone.

  Heightened pleasure soared to the fore, replacing the burning pain of Dillon’s penetration. He struggled to focus on the positive and allow the harsh sting to add to his load of excitement. Gingerly, he pushed toward his lover while arching his spine.

  Dillon met him in a short, determined thrust.

  He couldn’t stifle the cry but slammed into Rick’s ass again in response. Pleasure and pain intermingled until he couldn’t separate the two.

  Rick reached around, grabbed Copper’s butt cheeks and pulled. As he curled his back, his grip on Copper’s rear opened the lion’s hole and provided a new angle, which Dillon instantly took advantage of. With finesse, over the next few minutes, he slowly and steadily stroked forward, not stopping until his balls slapped against Copper’s.

  Copper whimpered and squirmed, trying to adjust to having the largest cock he’d ever taken lodged deep in his core. His ass burned and stretched as he attempted to breathe through the moment.

  “Easy, babe. You’ve got it all.” Dillon crooned to him, laying his chest over Copper’s back as he randomly placed kisses here and there over Copper’s warm skin.

  Rick alternately gripped his buttocks, tugging him closer, while grunting in pleasure. “Deeper. Fuck, I need more.”

  Sensations swamped Copper. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined being the middle of a wolf shifter sandwich. Yet, here he was, his dick buried deep in a willing rear, throbbing and needy despite having just spewed his first load. The fires of rapture centered on his full ass as a wolf alpha mounted him, topped him, and led him on a novel journey, hopefully straight to nirvana. He’d never needed anything more in his life.

  “Gently.” Dillon moved marginally in a testing motion.

  Copper bit his lip, but reveled in the new bursts of pleasure.

  Leaning down, he licked Rick’s collarbone, chuffing in his excitement. “Patience.” He suckled Rick’s ear then gingerly bit in chastisement. “I need a little time, so cool your jets.”

  Rick growled in return.

  “Next time we’ll put a ring on him.”

  Copper smiled enough to show fangs, using the pointy teeth to nip at the beta’s shoulder. “Next time?”

  Rick snorted.

  Dillon slid back and forth, a few inches at a time, the leisurely pace pleasing and stimulating while easing the hurt away in increments. “Definitely. You smell too good to get rid of.”

  “Gee thanks.” Copper whimpered as Dillon angled downward and bumped his gland.

  “Right there?”

  “Fuck yes.” Using Dillon’s penetrations, Copper picked up a slow rhythm, sliding in and out of Rick’s opening with each thrust from Dillon. Ever so slowly, they worked in tandem, build
ing the flames.

  No frantic pace, no hard pounding, just easy, casual sex, more sharing and learning than a mad rush to the end. Copper caught Rick in a passionate kiss, shoved his tongue inside, and thoroughly tasted the beta. Refusing to break the lip lock until he absolutely needed to breathe, he focused on the small details guaranteed to ramp up both their needs. Rick gave everything back in spades. He licked, kissed, touched and caressed. Everywhere the beta could reach, he stroked, pinched and molded. Dillon kept a leisurely speed, sliding in and out, altering his angle now and again to rub directly against Copper’s gland, sending hot flares of carnal pleasure straight to his embedded cock. Right before him lay the pinnacle. He reached for it with a strong bite to Rick’s shoulder and a sharp thrust to lock his hips against the beta’s.

  “Oh, shit. I’m going to…” Copper moaned low and loud as he felt waves of ecstasy shower over him.

  Rick grunted and cried out, grasping onto Copper’s upper arms as if his life depended upon the strength of his grip. Hot cum jetted onto Copper’s belly, signaling Rick’s arrival to rapture.

  Dillon shoved in hard then pulled out, using short, harsh punches at just the entrance. Copper growled and arched as Dillon yanked partway out, paused then slammed partially back, stopped by the completely swollen knot outside Copper’s channel. Curses and yips followed as Dillon covered Copper’s back, then sank his teeth in deep, a replica of what Copper had just done to Rick. Together they rocked, tied together by teeth and cocks.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “What happened to the rest of them?” Dillon asked, while taking his seat at the kitchen table.

  After the melee of the night, the lion pride had rounded up the youths and marched them away. Geoff and the bartender were dead, along with a few of the more staunch followers. Good riddance to them.

  Exhausted, they’d all slept in the next morning, finally rousing about noon. Instead of cooking, they’d opted to order in food and lots of it, as hungry as they were and lazy as they all felt after such a turbulent past few days.