Benedict was the last one in the tower.
Franco punched the tabletop. “She hates us. What were we thinking not to approach her as wolves rather than humans? Benedict, what were you thinking coming here and breaking into the tower?”
“I wanted to know more about who she was. Her likes and dislikes. How do you think I found out she’s, our mate? The moment I lay down in her bed, and was surrounded by her scent. Gods, the way my body reacted so fast to it. I knew she was ours. I couldn’t control my reaction to her scent.”
“You didn’t.”
Benedict raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I marked her bed, so she’d know who was coming for her.”
“Benedict, you came on her bed. Gods, no wonder she’s pissed at us. You need to apologize to her.”
“I can smell her in here. Everything Carrie’s her scent.” Peter mumbled as he sat in a chair. He’d opened his pants. “Think she’s orgasmed right here.” His hand rubbed the front of his pants. The other two men watched him. Franco licked his lips. Anticipation clearly marked on his face. He stepped behind the chair Peter sat in and massaged his shoulders. Caressed his upper arms. Watching Peter, Franco kissed him.
“We’re a mess. She’s a hard nut to crack, and I made a mistake. But it wasn’t anything we can’t fix.”
“Peter’s a mess already. I’m sorry, hon.” Peter’s pants were open now, and he rubbed himself.
“She’s got a magnificent temper. All I wanted to do was take her and please her until she was no longer angry.” His eyes were closed and his face grimaced in tortured need as he breathed in her scent.
“I’ll help you with that. See Benedict, you need to fix this so we can bring her into the pack fully.” Franco knelt before Peter and moved Peter’s hands from his lap.
“I’ll help you get some relief from that. Just close your eyes and think one day soon it’ll be her lips wrapped around you. Sharing you desires and passions. You’ll be able to take her and pleasure her.” As Franco spoken, he stroked Peter’s shaft. Peter leaned back in the chair with his eyes closed, panting. His thighs shook.
Benedict watched them. His bonded mates. Watching them and thinking of Ebony’s lush body, he, too, needed something. Her scent was in his nose, pulling his desires to the surface. “Franco, I want in.” This was a long time code for a threesome. Franco let go of Peter’s shaft once his mouth was on it. He dropped his pants and knelt on his hands and knees, bum thrust up.
Benedict wanted it to be Ebony he sank into, but this was a comfort and desperate need for release. An expression of love and carrying. Benedict fit himself against Franco’s butt cheeks and pressed himself forward, feeling the telltale give and tight warm pressure around his shaft. Franco moaned over Peter’s shaft and sucked harder. Benedict set the pace, and the three men took solace, comfort, and hope from each other as the scent of their mate played over their senses. It was a little comfort. She wasn’t there. But also a hope for their future and completion of their bonded pack.
Peter caressed Franco’s head, now watching him taste and suckle his raging shaft. Peter’s shaft played peekaboo with Franco’s lips. The force of his suckling pulling his climax closer to the surface.
“Gods, that’s so hot to watch.” He looked up and kissed Benedict, who now joined them in finding some comfort and temporary relief. Peter prayed Ebony would be the last player in their pack. Peter wanted her to taste him and experience his desire for her. He wanted her to open her thighs and let him taste her desire. He needed to find his completion deep within her core. That very thought push him over the edge. The rushing pressure in core shot to his shaft. His hands clutch Franco’s head as he climaxed. Franco’s hand was on his own shaft, working it desperately as he too neared his end. Benedict was kissing Peter in need of that physical bond with both of his pack mates. He, too, could feel the building of his own end. He thrust aggressively, growling as he got lost in the abandoned lust that poured from his core to Franco. He kissed Peter with a demanding force as Franco’s lips tore away from Peter’s shaft and he cried out as his own end overwhelmed him and was spent on the floor.
Franco’s lips glistening with Peter’s completion even as he savoured Benedict’s fulling his butt.
“Gods, I love you both, but I need her too.” He moaned as all three men settled into the heady feel of their afterglow.
“You said a mouthful. Gods, I want her with us even now. Can you see her breasts coated in our need? It could only get better with her growing large with our pups. I want to see her sated with her full to the brim with us. Kiss her lips and taste us. See her thighs glistening, knowing we would soon be parents. Gods, she a beckon of hope for our future.”
The other men agreed with Benedict. She was their future. Their fated mate. The one they would love and cherish until the end.
“Still need her.” Peter sighed mournfully. “Even if I can’t have her. I want to touch. I need to please her.”
“I am impatient and want nothing more than make smile as she explodes on my tongue.” Franco said, as he licked his lips. Benedict leaned over as he did up his pants and kissed Franco, tasting Peter and savouring it.
“That was a good stress relief. When I see her next, I’ll apologize. The three men sat together, sharing their afterglows.
In their rush for their completion, they missed the trapdoor opening and then closing. Ebony came back from her short run and caught them seeking comfort. Instead of interrupting, she slipped away before they saw her.
Ebony ran a short way. It wasn’t enough to run as a human. She shed her clothes and shifted. Leaving her satellite phone with her clothes, she ran on four feet. Just ran for a few minutes. When she’d calmed enough, Ebony slowed and noticed her surroundings. She picked up scents and thought about what happened. Should she send them packing? They were the first team she received in four years. If she fired them without a reason, she might not get another team for a long time. Or she might not have a job. It wasn’t like she couldn’t tell Alan about them being shifters. This wasn’t pack lands. Even if she felt territorial about it. Maybe she was tired. She’d not slept well. She caught their scent in her nose and it struck the right cords to give her some kinky dreams. She’d dreamt of several wolves in different scenarios taking her. Some they were wolves and others faceless humans taking her willing body until she woke up sweating as her body throbbed from her climax. There
Dinner that night, Ebony sat with her laptop, going over the pictures she took of the campsite. “Benedict, your discovery of the poachers. Do you know how many there might be that we’re dealing with? I can’t find anything at the camp that tells me definitively how many there are.” “I wish you’d taken one of us with you when you went back. As for numbers, I would hazard a guess of two to four, but I could be underestimating. You know how they work in big operations. With several camps and smaller groups.” Benedict said this while he ate. Peter was still at the stove retrieving seconds of a stew he made earlier that day. Franco was eating and listening. Clearly, they were staying out of this conversation for now. She was feeling if they commented she’d be placed in at a disadvantage. “They were long gone. I made sure of that before I came back for my camera.” “Still, if one of us was there, it would have been a second set of eyes to find more evidence.
Ebony lay asleep by the time Benedict went on shift. She was dreaming. Dreaming that, she got out of bed for a drink and as she returned to her bed; she found it occupied by three hunky wolves. Their bodies entwined provocatively, and Franco looked up at her and smiled. “What took you so long? Come join the party.” All three were naked, with a smooth skin over bands of muscle. Benedict’s hands were toying with Peter’s balls lazily and Franco lay back against the headboard toying with himself. “Come here. I want to taste you. Lie down right here.” He pointed to the bed before him. As if on autopilot, she moved to lie down. Somehow, she was naked when Peter parted her thighs for Franco and held them open. Benedict reached out to caress her breasts, teasing her nipples to hard peaks before his hot lips tasted them. Suckling them to swollen, needy things. As he did that, Franco’s face disappear between her thigh and then she felt him. Gods, she felt him. His tongue licking a
Ebony got back to sleep and awoke to her alarm, which was a rare occurrence. That meant she needed to get up and get herself going. She was running late. Then she remembered she wasn’t in the tower alone. There were three others about. Dang it. Three men who were probably still asleep, too. When she peaked into their room that the three were sleeping in, she found only Benedict asleep. It was now nine in the morning, late for her starting the day. He must have been asleep for only two or three hours. He needed more than that. So she left him sleeping and, once she was dressed for the day, Ebony went to the tower. Once she opened the trap door quietly as she dreaded interrupting another intimate moment. The smell of breakfast cooking hit her like a physical barrier. “Morning. I was just coming to get you for breakfast. You’ve got perfect timing.” Franco smiled down at her. Peter was at the table setting out breakfast. It seemed all so normal. Peter wa
Ebony got back to sleep and awoke to her alarm, which was a rare occurrence. That meant she needed to get up and get herself going. She was running late. Then she remembered she wasn’t in the tower alone. There were three others about. Dang it. Three men who were probably still asleep, too. When she peaked into their room that the three were sleeping in, she found only Benedict asleep. It was now nine in the morning, late for her starting the day. He must have been asleep for only two or three hours. He needed more than that. So she left him sleeping and, once she was dressed for the day, Ebony went to the tower. Once she opened the trap door quietly as she dreaded interrupting another intimate moment. The smell of breakfast cooking hit her like a physical barrier. “Morning. I was just coming to get you for breakfast. You’ve got perfect timing.” Franco smiled down at her. Peter was at the table setting out breakfast. It seemed all so normal. Peter wa
Franco watched Benedict and Ebony return to the station. He knew as soon as he saw Benedict’s face what happened in the bush while were out. “Well, well, looks like Benedict didn’t wait for us to dip his wick and have a taste of our girl.” Peter turned from what he was doing to look at Franco. “What? You’re kidding.” “He’s got that just got laid look on his face.” “Let me see.” Peter took the binoculars from Franco and trained them of the two as they approached. “Well, he better not complain when we have some dessert tonight.” “Ooo... That sounds good. We can lay her out on the table, and he can watch us send her over the edge.” “It’s not a competition. She might be sore. You know how wild Benedict can be.” Peter wanted to know their mate in every way, but he wanted to take their time. He knew they were a lot to handle, and they could easily overwhelm a woman. “Maybe being gentle and slow with her, then? That has its own appeal,
Ebony desperately wanted to talk to her sisters. What was she going to do with three mates out here with humans around? Maybe she needed to talk to her mother? Could she even get a signal to call even one of them out here? So there she was with her satellite phone, looking for a signal by her bedroom window. There, she had one. Thank all that’s holy. She dialled her sister Sapphire. Not only was she also a wolf, she’d not exactly lived a traditional lifestyle. That was a story and a half, and Ebony was sure that it wasn’t over, yet, she was sure of that. With curses and other various magic things going on, it was a wonder the woman would talk to any of them. But now, with the binding spell off her and Ivory, they were exploring their special abilities. Gods, what was she going to tell the guys about her own abilities? She couldn’t use her abilities with them around without freaking them out. She’d lost several friends over the years doing her Doctor Dolittle
Peter sat there with his plate of food relatively untouched. He’d expected her to come up here and instantly want to know what he and Franco would like to do with her. Instead, she launched into her family, coming to see her about something weird in the woods, and they should disregard anything unusual about her family. “May I ask what you mean about unusual?” Franco asked, between shovelling large chunks of food into his mouth. He didn’t notice until an empty spoon reached his mouth that he’d finished. At least, someone was enjoying the food he’d made. “Well… Promise not to hate me? I’m a hybrid, actually. One of three born during a Strawberry Moon. I’m the oldest and born just minutes before the moon hit its zenith. Sapphire is the next, born during the zenith, and then there’s Ivory born minutes after the zenith. By the blank looks on your faces, you don’t know what that means. Okay, it’s a weird thing that happens… Well, once in a blue moon. Or a strawbe