Fantasy Lover

       Benedict watched their mate attempt to track them. He loved the way she wrinkled her nose in confusion, and he knew why she was confused. Benedict, Peter, and Franco had been together for so long that their scents mingled into one. Often pack wolves would their personal scent and a pack scent. The pack’s scent formed from being around each other. Touching, hugging, sharing clothes, and even sleeping with each other. But they took it a step further, and they’d practically lost their individual scents. She’d learn soon enough. Ebony could scene them. That was a good sign. He couldn’t wait to meet her and find out more about her. Gods, she stood there in a barely there tank top and a pair of cargo pants. Comfortable and practical. Hmm… She filled them out to perfection. She’d braided her long red hair. Gods, he’d love to hold that in his hand while he was in her. He could tell she wore no bra as her breasts flowed freely with every step she took. Benedict knew Franco would love those. He had a thing for large-breasted women and their mate was one. What luck! Her wolf was impressive, too. Her fur was a fiery russet of a true red wolf, small but red wolves were always smaller. She was sleek and fast. Benedict wanted to dig his hands in her fur and breathe in her scent. But they had to wait until tomorrow. That’s when Ranger Dover told them to arrive. Gods, he wanted to visit her while she slept. Lay down beside her and keep her safe. It sounded creepy, but a wolf’s instincts weren’t human ones. They wanted to claim her as their. Three males sharing one female, and it wasn’t just about sex for them. 

       It happened sometimes, like now. They were what was called a family pack. The males made a pack with one female. Sharing her, living together, and raising any pups together. They shared their lives, work, and love with each other. Jealousy had no part in it. There was an intimate arrangement between all.

       It was a trauma response that created this lone wolf pack, and this pack worked for them. It was nothing to Benedict to see his pack brothers enjoying a female. He enjoyed watching, then stepping in later for his own further enjoyment. It made for interesting times. One would bring home a new lover and they discovered they would find enjoyment with three.

       Right now, he watched their mate climb the ladder to where she worked, lived, and slept. Her bum was a work of art. Tight, firm, and well rounded. Yeah, he’ll enjoy taking her to new heights. Benedict loved the act of satisfying the ladies. He couldn’t get enough watching his efforts sending them to new heights. 

       Benedict couldn’t wait. Earlier, he’d visited the tower just so he could learn about her. What did she like to eat? Drink? Did she read? What did she wear for panties? He wanted to know her scent if he couldn’t learn anything else about her intimate nature. He’d lain in her bed, breathing in her scent from her pillow. Okay, he’d done a little more that laid there. He had to; her scent was all he needed to feel his desire for her to rise to an insane level. Benedict would be the last to admit he’d taken care of his business in her bed. It was creepy, but her scent drove him to it. Now he wanted the full experience.

     A large grey and brown wolf stood beside Benedict’s grey one. Peter stood beside him as they stalked their mate. Franco was a dark silhouette behind them. Benedict knew Peter was in the same state as him. Wanting nothing more than pleasure and provide for their sexy mate. 

       The problem was, would she accept only one of them? None? Or the entire package deal? They’d settle for nothing less than the package deal. 

        She’d learn to love the intensity they offered to her. Nothing like drowning in the spicy love of three men who pride themselves on keeping her satisfied. In the bedroom and in life.

       When the three men shifted later at their campsite, upstream. They sported clear signs of how affected they were to their mate’s proximity. It wasn’t long before they told each other their plans for her. It didn’t help their physical situation. 

       Later, they sat around the campfire, comforted by each other’s closeness. 

       “We have it bad, don’t we?” Franco looked down at the evidence he sported, and he sighed. “That’s it. It’s one more night before she’s with us. We have six weeks to show her how good it is with us separately. Then we’ll show her what it’s like with all of us. We’ll show her the advantages she’ll have with three men. By the end of the six weeks, she won’t want to live without us.”

       “So, we’re agreed. Each of us gets time with her. We can do anything we want, within reason. We don’t force her in any way. But mating won’t happen until after we’re all together with her.” Peter stared into the moving flames of the campfire. He hated the idea of sleeping alone when they got there. They’re accustomed to sleeping together.

       “Six weeks. Do you think that’s long enough? She needs to know us and feel comfortable too. She won’t appreciate us if one of us just walks up to her and kisses her.” Franco asked.

       “Exactly. I don’t think we’d do that. Now, we’ll head in for noon and surprise her with our prompt eagerness. Then we’ll take it from there.” Peter responded to Franco’s words.

       “Six weeks is more than enough time for her to understand we’re her mates. We’re the only ones that can satisfy her. Then it’s just getting her to fall in love with us.” Benedict pointed out the hardest part. She will fall in love with three men, not one.