Triad

by Cheyenne Meadows

Copper forked a piece of steak. He’d spoken to his pride members earlier, thus had the latest updates on the situation. “They’re in lockup on pride lands. Each one will make their case.”

  Rick nodded, watching Copper closely. “You’re still breathing hard.”

  The lion rolled his eyes. “For the hundredth time, I’m fine.”

  Dillon slowly smiled. Ever since Copper had transformed back from his animal form after his injury, Rick had been on him like white on rice. He worried more than any mother hen could—testament to his feelings for the cat. Dillon couldn’t blame him, for he felt the same way. He wouldn’t take a potentially mortal knife stab for another guy unless he felt something pretty darn special. Copper had done just that. For him. Alpha or not, he fit them like a proverbial glove, completing their puzzle.

  They ate in companionable silence, chewing with gusto as they were all half-starved. In near record time, all the trays were empty, with nothing more than a crumb or two remaining. By the time Dillon finished, the other two were cleaning up the table, flinging the empty cartons in the garbage.

  “We need to go back to the hotel today. Pack and return home.” Rick briefly glanced at Copper then met Dillon’s gaze.

  “There’s no hurry. I’m sure the pack can do without us for another couple of days. Besides, I think we’ve earned some downtime.” Dillon watched Copper out of the corner of his eye.

  “What sort of downtime did you have in mind?” Rick arched an eyebrow at the other wolf. “Does this involve nakedness and lube?”

  Dillon grinned wickedly. “Best damn plan I’ve heard in a while.”

  Copper shifted his weight, the only indication he suffered from antsy nerves.

  “Seems I have a taste for some catnip, though.”

  “Catnip?” A slow smile appeared on Rick’s face. “You have a new addiction, I think.”

  “You better not be referring to me, canine,” Copper growled.

  Dillon rolled his eyes and walked over to stand in front of the lion. “Oh, yeah, I’m talking about you.”

  “You’ve already got Rick. Why don’t you take him home and play with him?” Copper gestured to the beta.

  “I will. Later. Right now, I think we both have a craving for some kitty.”

  “Last night just happened. Adrenaline rush after a victorious battle. Nothing more.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Damn it. You’re a mated pair.” Copper’s amber eyes flashed with frustration.

  Dillon leaned in and placed a brief but hard kiss to Copper’s mouth. “Yes, and we want you. Hell, I’m standing here hard as a rock just thinking about you topping me.”

  Copper’s mouth fell open as he deciphered Dillon’s words. Slowly, a sultry gleam entered his gaze as he smiled wide enough to show off his fangs. “Well, hell, wolf. Why didn’t you say so in the first place?”

  With a chuckle, Dillon shucked his borrowed clothes and threw them on the growing pile of discarded garments.

  “I’ll get the lube. Don’t go anywhere.”

  “Wild dogs couldn’t drag me away.”

  * * * *

  “Bend over the couch. Rest on your forearms.” As soon as Dillon complied, Copper caressed his upturned rear lovingly. “Now spread.”

  Dillon’s legs parted, leaving his puckered hole exposed, as well as his heavy balls hanging temptingly.

  “Perhaps Rick can give you a blow job while I fuck your ass?” Copper glanced at the beta, who smiled widely, showing fangs.

  “I think I can handle that.” As soon as he dropped to his knees, he scooted between the couch and Dillon, a tad to the side, giving him free rein with his hands and mouth. “Oh, man. He’s already leaking. I think he likes the idea of being topped.” Rick’s voice trailed off as he flicked his tongue over Dillon’s red tip.

  Dillon groaned and bucked in response.

  Copper grabbed the tube of lube from the couch, squirted a generous amount on his hand then quickly slicked up his cock. Repeating the action, he spread the gel over his fingers, then aimed for the alpha wolf’s waiting opening. Slowly but steadily, he slipped first one finger in and pulled back before adding a second. Twisting his wrist, he coated the walls with lube in preparation for the events to come.

  “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment. Since I first saw you, heard your pissy attitude. All I could think of was bending you over and fucking you until the cows came home.” He added a third finger, using all three to spread and soften.

  Dillon hissed but held steady.

  Done with preparation, Copper removed his fingers, grabbed his aching, bone-hard erection, and lined up the angle. With insistent pressure, he watched as Dillon’s ass opened wide, accepting the head of his dick, popping as he pushed past the sphincter.

  “Shit.” Dillon lurched and arched his back, his breathing escalating.

  Pausing, Copper rubbed Dillon’s flanks, his back, and reached up to tweak the alpha’s nipples.

  “The night of the storm, I stood in the shower and fantasized about this very moment. Putting you over the couch and mounting you like a damned stud in heat. Rick could suck you as I fucked you—give you the best of both worlds.”

  Thrusting gently forward, Copper crept deeper into Dillon’s core. He waited another moment for Dillon to adjust before he stroked for home, not stopping until he hit bottom.

  Dillon yelped then threw back his head, even as his fingers dug into the sofa. “Fuck, you’re big.” He panted and squirmed.

  Copper soothed him with trailing touches up and down his back. “Hurts so good.” He leaned in to press kisses to Dillon’s back. “I may be big, but you’re huge.” He wrapped an arm around Dillon, grasping the wolf’s cock with his fingers. Lightly, he stroked back and forth, just a few inches, enough to add in pleasure but stay out of Rick’s way.

  Once Dillon relaxed, Copper reversed course a small amount then pressed back in. Gently. Lazily.

  “That’s it.” He kept with the in and out motion, taking his time and savoring every second. “I imagined what it would be like to fuck your alpha ass, to feel your tightness around my hard dick—to have you moan, whimper, and fall apart under me.” He released Dillon’s cock, bracketed his hips, and started moving deeper then out to the extent that left only the head inside, before plunging his full length back in once more.

  Dillon lowered his head and shoved his rear back to meet his thrust. “Stop teasing and fuck me, lion.”

  Copper smacked Dillon’s rear and chuckled. “Topping from the bottom, huh?” He sped up his action only a little. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

  “More, damn it.” Dillon growled deep in his throat.

  “Soon.” Copper spanked him once more, the crack sounding loudly across the room. Never before could he remember being so aroused, so needy. The feel of Dillon’s tight heat hitched up his own arousal to a fevered pitch.

  Rick groaned from below. “Fuck, you taste good.”

  Dillon moaned and bucked.

  Setting his back teeth, Copper grappled with his control, determined to extend this session as long as possible. “I jacked off not just in the shower but also in my bed at night, envisioning this moment.” He picked up the pace then altered his angle, aiming for Dillon’s gland.

  The wolf yipped, shoved back and whined.

  Copper grinned wolfishly, knowing Dillon grappled with his control, flying up the step ladder of erotic bliss and nearly to the point of no return. “I dreamed you’d climax, squirting your cum in Rick’s mouth, clamping your ass tight on my cock, and milking me forever.”

  “Suck me, damn it.”

  Rick tsked. “Patience, Dil.”

  Dillon took one hand off the couch and reached down.

  “Put your hand back.” Copper ordered, before smacking Dillon’s buttocks hard enough to leave a pink mark. Hell would freeze over before he’d let Dillon end this wet dream prematurely.

  With a warning growl that would stand the hair up on anyone’s neck, Di
llon complied.

  Copper soothed the sting. “Much better.” He slowed his pace, focusing on short, hard jabs, brushing Dillon’s gland with each movement.

  Dillon began to grunt in rhythm with the strokes. His knuckles whitened, and he gripped the couch as if clinging to a lifeline. “Close. So close.”

  “You want to come, wolf?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  Copper’s tightly leashed restraint snapped with Dillon’s admission. He slid his forearms under Dillon, turned his hands over to clamp a tight grip on each of Dillon’s shoulders. Using the leverage, he yanked the wolf onto his engorged cock. Surging in and out, he pounded away to a frantic beat. Their bodies slapped together as harsh breathing carried across the room.

  Tension captured Copper in a vise, sending tingles of warning through his pelvis. His balls tightened and the tip of his cock began to swell.

  After draping over Dillon, Copper yanked him back, burying his dick deeply in Dillon’s core. “Then come, wolf. Come now.”

  Dillon’s back arched as he lifted his chin and howled mightily.

  Copper took advantage, sinking his teeth into the junction of Dillon’s neck and shoulder and holding tight as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him. Dillon’s muscles clamped down in a timely sequence, as if trying to squeeze every drop of semen from his aching testicles.

  The alpha wolf wiggled and jerked.

  Copper removed his fangs and laved the area with his tongue. So revved up, he had to search for words, which ended up as more of a growl than anything.

  “Hold still. Barbs.” He felt one final stream seep from his still-hard erection and reveled in the occupation of Dillon’s snug channel. A fantasy this good had to happen again.

  Rick scooted out from under Dillon, licking his lips as he stood up. “Definitely tasty.” His hands roamed over the alpha wolf’s body with familiarity.

  Copper pulled Rick close, sealing his mouth over the beta’s. Aggressively, he plunged his tongue inside, seeking a taste for himself, not breaking apart until Dillon began moving.

  “Damn it. Wait until the barbs go down.”

  “Screw the barbs.” Dillon stepped forward until Copper’s still erect cock slipped from his depths. He flinched, swiveled, and stared at Copper’s member with a shake of his head. Dillon’s dark eyes locked on Rick, dipped to his erection, then back to his face. He licked his lips. “Turnabout is fair play.”

  Rick smiled wickedly then meshed his lips with Copper’s again, pouring passion into the kiss.

  Soaking up every ounce of emotion, Copper gave it back and then some. Hot and thorough, he sampled Rick’s spicy scent as well as a morsel of musk left over from Dillon’s recent orgasm.

  “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom?” Copper whispered against Rick’s lips.

  Dillon reached between them to grab Rick’s bobbing cock. Running his fingers up and down, he nipped the beta’s ear.

  “Let’s go.” Not releasing his prize, Dillon grabbed the tube of lubricant and led Rick to the bedroom by his dick. Copper followed, already hard and impatient for round three.

  * * * *

  Rick shoved, sinking his cock to the hilt in Copper’s depths. The lion flinched and hissed. “Tender?” He recalled Dillon’s pummeling of Copper’s rear not twenty-four hours ago.

  “A little sore.” Copper braced his arms on the bed and shuddered.

  Dillon slid onto the bed next to Copper and wrapped his fingers around Copper’s erection. Slowly, he measured the lion. Up and down. Leaning in, he molded his lips to Copper’s and kissed him with heat.

  Rick watched in avid interest as Dillon and Copper held one another’s gaze.

  Dillon hopped off the bed, headed to the bathroom and came back with a wet cloth. Carefully, he cleaned Copper’s dick, until the skin glistened with dampness then tossed the rag aside.

  “Sit up.” Dillon resumed stroking.

  Rick embraced Copper, settled back on his haunches, pulling Copper with him. Kneeling, he ended up with the lion sitting on his lap, his cock still buried deep. Dillon bent down and licked Copper from base to tip, flicking over the leaking slit.

  Copper moaned with sensual pleasure.

  Rick held steady, his gaze fixated on the oral sex happening right before his eyes. He’d never seen his long-time partner give head to another person. Watching as Dillon’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked heartily jacked up his arousal all the more. With careful restraint, he encouraged Copper to move by gripping his hips and pushing, giving Copper plenty of opportunity to acclimate to Rick’s large endowment stuffed in his tight ass. The position limited the depth and motion, but Rick took full advantage with slow, almost lazy, jabs.

  With a groan, Copper took over the task, lifting and settling on Rick’s manhood, his bulging thigh muscles more than up to the task, while Dillon’s lips wrapped around his cock, his head bobbing with each movement.

  The scene sent a fireball flashing through Rick’s blood. He sat still, allowing Copper to set his own pace, and watched the action over the lion’s shoulder each time he sat back down. Running his tongue over Copper’s shoulder, he licked and growled, nibbling the junction where he needed to clamp down and hold on tight with his fangs. Sweet spices drew him to the area, compelling him to taste. Soon. Very soon.

  A chuffing noise caught his attention. He recalled Copper had made the same sound when he’d occupied the middle position in Rick and Dillon’s sandwich. The hoarse grunt shot him up the pinnacle and threatened to open the flood gates. Rick pulled back from the brink with sheer willpower.

  “Damn, you’re going to make me come already.”

  “Close. So close,” Copper grated out between clenched teeth.

  Dillon sat up, licking his lips, his gaze flicking between his two bed partners, even though his hand still gripped Copper’s member snugly.

  His fingers bracketed the base and pressed firmly. “Not yet, you don’t.”

  Rick bit his lip and ran multiplication tables through his head as Copper jerked while Dillon’s grip staved off his orgasm. Stepping back from the ledge, he opened his eyes and puffed out a deep breath.

  “What’s it going to be, mate?” Dillon stared into Copper’s eyes.

  “I want to suck your cock.”

  With a wry grin, Dillon maneuvered into position, piling a couple of pillows against the headboard then reclining against them.

  With slow precision, he splayed his legs and grabbed his full arousal. “Come and get it.”

  Copper shifted forward, back into a hands and knees position. Rick followed with a quick thrust, repositioned, then stroked again.

  Copper grunted then lowered his upper body enough to allow him to flick his tongue over Dillon’s erection.

  The first lap sent sparks straight to Dillon’s already throbbing dick. Simply watching Rick pound the lion’s ass revved his engine hotter than he’d been in a long time. Certainly, being topped by the cat beforehand had ratcheted him up as well. Together, the experiences whetted his desire so much he feared he would never be sated—not when he craved his lovers like he did this moment.

  Rick began to move again, slowly thrusting into Copper’s upturned ass. The bed springs creaked beneath the motion, a soft harmony along with the heavy breathing, grunts and moans.

  Opening his mouth wide, Copper took Dillon’s complete mushroom head in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked on the prize.

  “Feels so good,” Dillon whispered, as his pleasure increased tenfold with the addition of Copper’s swirling tongue. Absently, he stroked his cock, working the area closest to the base while keeping the tip in easy reach for the cat. He ran his free hand through Copper’s reddish-brown hair, needing to touch, to learn, to explore, while giving affection back to the man who presently brought him so much sensual delight. He could spend eternity just like this—in bed, savoring his mates.

  He glanced up to find Rick grimacing, holding onto Copper’s hips, and punching in and out with gusto. Dill
on had seen the same expression dozens of times before. The beta struggled with holding off, in an effort to extend his considerable pleasure. Rick was close, but he could hold out for a couple more minutes.

  “That’s it, Copper. Lick me. Suck my dick.” Dillon arched his back while tugging the other alpha’s hair, lowering him a bit more on his rigid shaft. “Rick’s about to blow. Make me come too.”

  Copper growled low in his throat, the vibrations carrying all the way through Dillon’s erection and straight to his balls. The tightening began in earnest.

  “Fuck, yes. You’re so close, baby. Just a little bit more.”

  Rick whined and lurched, jolting Copper forward and down, his head bumping Dillon’s chest. The cat yelped but didn’t lose his lip lock on the wolf’s erection. Dillon steadied him then clamped his free hand in his collar-length tawny hair.

  “That’s it. Take the knot. Now make me knot too.”

  The beta covered Copper and sank his teeth into his shoulder.

  Copper’s mouth closed down as his tongue danced across the sensitive tip.

  His knot flared to full swell. Dillon saw stars as he gasped, jerked then howled with sheer ecstasy as wave after strong wave rushed through him. Pulse after pulse shot from his tip, straight into Copper’s waiting mouth.

  The cat licked greedily, as if he couldn’t get enough of the tasty cream. Never once did a single drop dribble down his chin as he sucked and swallowed.

  Feeling dampness, Dillon glanced down to find Copper’s climatic fluids spurting over his thighs and groin. Intrigued by the barbed head, he reached out and ran his hand up and down the ragged tip, testing the resistance of the triangle-shaped swellings dotting the entire head. Copper panted and mewed, then groaned deep and low as if in the throes of high rapture. Sucking in a breath, Copper went back to lapping, even as Dillon stroked against the barbs, rubbing roughly over the thick and pointed additions. Swallow. Chuff. Moan.

  With a final lash with his tongue, Copper released Dillon’s dick, taking a long moment to caress the knot. “Damn.”

  Rick grunted and released his bite on Copper’s neck. “Don’t move yet.”