Well, I didn’t imagine my day would go anything like this, Trent thought as he let his two mates…Two freaking mates…into his small but what he considered comfortable house. He’d left the garage early and even now he wasn’t sure what made him do it. All he knew was his wolf was urging him to go out and play, and with his work done for the day he couldn’t think why he shouldn’t. He was going to call his brothers, Roy and Calvin to see if they were keen, but they were over in Jackson, so he’d gone alone.

And boy am I glad I did. “Did you guys want something to drink, lunch, or?” Personally, he was in favor of the ‘or’ option himself. One orgasm wasn’t remotely enough to make his cock go down, not when he had the scent of his mates filling his nostrils and teasing his wolf.

“You probably should spend some time with Beau,” Liam offered. “You and I have been drunk together and while that might not be the basis of true love and mating, we know more about each other than you two do.”

“Damn, I forgot about that.” Trent remembered as soon as Liam mentioned it. Okay, maybe he’d been trying to hit on the sweet lion at the time, but Liam was in a funk just after that Theo bastard left, and Trent resigned himself to helping Liam get home before heading to his own to deal with his blue balls.

“Liam’s not been in a threesome before, and neither have I,” Beau said quickly. “I want us to start how we mean to go on. Liam’s the first man I’ve been with, so I’m not quite sure how this will go either, but I don’t want anyone of us separate from the others. It doesn’t sound fair.”

“I agree,” Trent opened his arms to show he was willing either way. “Haven’t got a clue how this is going to work, but how about you and me, share a kiss flame-boy, while Liam hunts for the lube. We are going to need lube, aren’t we?”

“Here?” Liam looked around the living room. It wasn’t a bad size, dominated by a huge leather couch, widescreen television and thick rugs on the floor.

“I think the bedroom’s best, don’t you?” Trent led them down a small hallway to the master bedroom that took up the full width of the house. It was the reason he bought the house when he first arrived in Arrowtown. The house was also ideally situated, less than a five minutes’ walk to his garage and the center of town. Out the back were trees and wide-open spaces ideal for a wolf to stretch his fur.

“I’ve always had a thing for big beds,” he said, feeling his cheeks stretch from his grin. “But I promise, no one has been in here except me, until now I mean.”

“Hope you don’t feel crowded then.” Beau came closer and Trent’s wolf shivered at the power that filled the air. His alpha wolf had never submitted to anyone but for Beau and Liam he’d make an exception. “You sure you want this? We can talk some more if you’d rather.”

In response, Trent reached out and cupped Beau’s neck pulling them together until their bodies were flush. Together, they were roughly the same height, something Trent was sure he’d get used to after his tendency to run after shorter guys. He brushed his nose along Beau’s cheek; first one and then the other, letting the scent infuse his nostrils. “You smell amazing,” he whispered against Beau’s lips. Beau had facial hair, which was something else Trent wasn’t used to as it was uncommon in shifters, but as their lips met, he decided that was something else he could definitely get used to.

New, it was all so new, and yet as Trent took command of their kiss, he felt their permanence in his soul. Somewhere along his life, he’d done something right and Fate had blessed him with not one mate but two. The one he was kissing didn’t have enough hair for him to thread his fingers through, but damn, the hard body with the hint of a baby bump more than made up for it.

Suddenly the kiss wasn’t enough. Trent had to see the evidence of life his new mate carried. Dropping to his knees, he pushed up Beau’s shirt, catching a glimpse of Liam behind Beau, already pulling the shirt over Beau’s head, kissing along his shoulders where Liam’s mark already shone. Trent’s wolf panted with excitement, eager to place his own mark for the world to see. But first…look my fury friend. Do you see that? His wolf was there, peering through his eyes at the slightly rounded bump stretching Beau’s stomach.

Ours?

Ours to protect, ours to care for, ours for all time.

Trent’s wolf yipped in excitement, pressing Trent forward so his head rested on Beau’s belly. It was faint, but they could hear it – Beau’s strong heart beating faster from whatever Liam was doing, but there underneath it, was another beat, faster still. Placing a reverent kiss on the skin, Trent turned his attention to the other bulge nudging his chin for attention.

Peeling open Beau’s jean button, slipping one hand inside the denim so he could pull down the zip, Trent pulled Beau’s jeans down to his knees. Beau wasn’t wearing underwear, something common to shifters and Trent wondered about his new mate’s shifted form. But it was a passing thought. Beau’s cock leaped free of it’s confines; long, red tipped, already damp and demanding attention. Trent didn’t even think about it. His mouth opened, and he moaned as he sucked Beau’s length down.

Long and wider than he was used to, Trent couldn’t get over the taste. This is it, the difference between a hook up or a one-time event, and loving between mates, he thought as he licked and slobbered, making sure Beau’s cock was good and wet before he started sliding up and down, taking as much as he could. Beau seemed frozen for a moment, but then his hands fell on Trent’s shoulders as he bent forward.

A tickle under Trent’s chin let him know why. Liam was behind Beau, working lube into his hole. Reluctantly, Trent pulled off his tasty snack and looked up. Beau was watching him, flames rippling over his skin.

“Those flames won’t burn the bedclothes, will they?” Although for a chance at that ass, Trent was prepared to take the risk.

“Nope,” Liam said, his head popping around Beau’s thighs. “All part of the claiming process.”

“Then, let’s move in that direction.” Beau’s hand moved in front of his face and Trent took it, so he could stand.

“You might want to strip first,” Liam winked at him as he shuffled Beau over to the bed. As soon as Beau was sitting, Liam was at his feet, removing his shoes and tugging his jeans off. Trent wasn’t so careful. The seams from his shirt disintegrated under the tug from his hands, and his jeans landed with a thump on the floor. Ouch, phone. Aww, who cares. Trent leaped for the bed, tackling Beau down onto the mattress.

His gums ached, his wolf moved restlessly under his skin. He dimly realized he could have broken his cock, landing on it the way he did but all that mattered was the man underneath him. Beau’s eyes glowed; his animal half or maybe it was the trust in them that called to Trent’s heart. This man, someone he barely spoke ten words with, trusted him and in that moment Trent pledged his heart and protection to the life carrier; his mate.

“Are you just gonna stare, or did you want to take advantage of the prep, I’ve done?” Liam’s hair was mussed and somewhere along the way, he’d lost his clothes.

“Did you want me to roll over?” Beau’s deep voice was edged with lust.

Trent shook his head. “I want to see your face in passion. Pass me a pillow, Liam sweetie, if you please.”

“Sweetie, that’s cute.” Liam’s grin widened as he handed over the pillow. A bit of shuffling around, and Trent was right where he wanted to be. One hand on his cock, one resting lightly on the thick, smooth thigh brushing against his hip.

“Mine,” Trent growled as he thrust. Beau’s body swallowed his cock in one smooth movement and Trent was so surprised he had to place a quick hand on Beau’s chest to stop from tumbling forward.

“Told you I prepped him good.” Liam was sitting to one side, stroking his length.

“Might pay to get yourself ready too,” Trent groaned as his need reached boiling point and he started to move. For the first few thrusts Beau watched him, his face impassive, nothing but his eyes showing how much he was enjoying their joining. But it didn’t take long, a slight skew in Trent’s thrust direction and he was grabbing at the sheets, his head tossing from side to side.

“Do you mind?” Liam asked, nodding at Beau’s cock that was bobbing with every thrust.

“Be my guest,” Trent meant to say, but fuck, it was taking all his control not to blow right there and the words came out garbled. Liam must have got the message because he swiped his hair to one side, bent down and opened his mouth.

Sexual torture, Trent cursed. His threesomes dated back to when he lived in a pack and usually involved women. But since leaving there he’d only indulged with males on a one-on-one basis. How the hell was he meant to deliver an impressive performance when Liam’s mouth stretched around Beau’s dick was the hottest thing he’d ever seen? And his rising lust at the erotic picture wasn’t taking anything away from Beau. Damn, no. Everything in Trent responded to the heat around his cock, the sheer exhilaration his wolf felt at his mate’s submission, and yeah, he wasn’t going to last.

Thank the Fates Beau was in the same state. One loud yell later and Liam’s throat was working hard and that’s what tipped Trent over the edge. Liam rolled when Trent lurched forward and as he sank his fangs into Beau’s flesh, his wolf howled long and loud. Seconds later, he felt the sharp sting of a matching bite as Beau claimed him in return which caused his dick to shudder again.

“That was…that was…” Trent panted once he’d pulled his teeth free.

“Amazing. Hot. Ready to do it again?” Liam offered as he turned on all fours, presenting Trent his gorgeously pert behind.

How the hell can I say no to that? The answer was obvious. He couldn’t.

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Many, many hours later Liam slipped out of bed and padded down the hallway searching for the kitchen. It wasn’t hard to find. Trent’s house had forfeited one of the bedrooms to create the larger master suite but there was an extra bathroom and a brightly decorated guest room. With its wide windows and high ceilings, Liam could easily see that room converted into a nursery.

Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, he warned himself as he wandered through the living room into the open plan kitchen. The appliances gleamed, and nothing marred the white counter tops although Liam knew the dishwasher was full. They’d had lunch and dinner in between vigorous bouts of claiming sex. All of them had bottomed for each other and all wore double claiming marks. Liam’s throat and ass ached from the workout.

Opening the refrigerator, Liam found the beer. He and Trent shared a lot of similar tastes which would make their mated life a lot easier. Pulling out a bottle, he sat at the table, leveraging the cap of the bottle off with the table edge. From the nicks in the wood, it was evident Trent did the same thing, probably sitting in the same seat Liam was using.

For a while he sat quietly, sipping from his bottle every now and then, his brain a tangled mess of muddled thoughts. Liam did nothing to stop the way his mind was working. He let the thoughts flow through him, recognizing he had a lot to process. Beau, his son, Trent, moving house, Lucien, even Theo made an appearance in the river of his thoughts, but he refused to dwell on any of them.

“Got another one of those?” Trent came out scratching his belly. He’d pulled on a pair of loose sweatpants, but his chest was bare.

“I nicked this from your fridge,” Liam saluted Trent with his bottle. “I could probably do with another one.”

“It’s our fridge, sweetie,” Trent dropped a kiss on Liam’s head as he went past, coming back in no time at all with two fresh bottles. “I’ve got to admit, I was surprised to see you awake this time of night. Two mates are enough to wear anyone out.”

Liam chuckled quietly as he took the bottle Trent offered. “Just needed a moment’s quiet I suppose. It’s been a surprising day.”

“You’re telling me,” Trent sat in the chair next to his. “I never thought asking a lion to play with my wolf would result in two mates before dinner.”

“Are you okay with it though?” Liam wasn’t sure if his heart could bear it if Trent had second thoughts.

“I am happier than a pig in poop,” Trent winked. “I’ve always had my brothers as sort of a semi-family pack, but my wolf now sees you and Beau as his pack as well. And the baby of course.”

“I know Beau will be happier now we’ve found you,” Liam admitted. “He was raised believing that he should never even approach his mate until that mate had found the third.”

“Shit, and with all the hoo-ha you had with Theo and that crap, I bet that made things awkward for both of you.”

“It’s history,” Liam shrugged it off and then he realized he might be seen as rude. “Not that I’m not happy to share the story, it’s just….”

“Like putting ketchup on ice cream?”

“Who’d do something like that?” Liam laughed.

“Not me, well, maybe once, but I was drunk and honestly thought it was raspberry sauce.” Trent shuddered. “Not nice at all.”

The two men sat in silence for a while, simply enjoying their closeness. Since he and Beau had come back from the beach, the chance for relaxation had been few and far between. It was Trent that broke the silence. “Do you think you guys would consider living with me, at least for a while? I mean I could sell, and we could buy something bigger, but there’s not a lot of houses available around town.”

“We’ve been staying with my pack. Beau would definitely want to take you up on the offer.”

“But not you?” Trent didn’t seem upset, just curious.

“I think it’s time.” Liam hooked his leg over Trent’s as he leaned back in his chair. “Lucien and I have been with Ra and the others for getting on fifteen years, well before we came to Arrowtown. I do love it there, especially since Seth and Simon had the kids. But now, I have two mates and a son of my own on the way. I’ve even got a regular job, which was a shock to the system. Lucien and I both used to make do with odd jobs for other people.”

“It’s a good thing, your job,” Trent rubbed his head against Liam’s. “I’ve seen you strutting around town in your uniform. Hot stuff. Does Beau work?”

“He has businesses. I haven’t got a clue what they are. He’s a hundred and fifty years old you know, so he’s had plenty of time to build up his own business empire. He came from money, at least I know his father is some big wig, but Beau worked for all he has himself.”

“He doesn’t talk to you about it?”

Liam shook his head. “He’s not being malicious or secretive about it, it’s just I think with all the drama we’ve had, he hasn’t had the chance to talk about things like that.” He remembered the phone call Beau took before they went to the doctors. “At least I think he would talk about it. He had a call this morning and distracted me when I wanted to know what it was about. But then, I assumed it was business and therefore none of my business. Hurt a bit, but then I didn’t know Beau was worrying about a tumor.”

“He’s a duffer, isn’t he?” Trent’s shoulder’s shook as he tried to stop laughing too loudly. “I did have an aunt who was like that.”

“Thought her pregnancy was a tumor?”

“Yep. She was a wolf, just like me. Her belly started getting bigger and bigger and she totally ignored it, claiming she was stocking up body fat for winter. When the babies started moving inside of her, she swore black and blue she had tape worms. When anyone congratulated her on having babies, she’d say nope, there was no way because she wouldn’t let her husband fuck her with someone else’s dick.”

“She sounds like a right character. How did she react to the birth?”

“She was carted off swearing loud enough to put a drunken sailor to shame. She cursed out her husband, the doctor, and everyone else she could think of. My uncle was in the pub the night after the birth laughing his head off; she had three in that litter and he was so proud. Turns out she was partial to a bottle of whiskey on Friday nights. My uncle knew she was a horny drunk and that’s how she got pregnant. Bonded mates, you know. After her first litter, she kicked him out of bed, claiming he wasn’t getting near her again. She had five pups the first time. They were twelve when the triplets were born. Last I heard she was threatening to castrate him.”

“Ouch,” Liam cupped his cock instinctively. Then he thought of Beau giving birth. “Did you notice anything to indicate a birth canal is forming on our sexy mate?”

“Nope, but I guess now he knows the pregnancy is real, he might be more inclined to see how the birth is going to happen.”

“And you’re not upset that it’s my genetics in his belly?”

“You do worry a lot, don’t you? Don’t. Not about that.” Trent’s kiss was comforting. “You are worth it, sweetie. Don’t let anyone tell you any different. I’m not worried at all about Beau already being pregnant. My wolf already sees that little one as ours too.”

“Thank fuck,” Liam leaned against his new mate. “Those first day diapers are rank.”

Trent chuckled and then upended his bottle. “Come on sweetness, let’s get back to our mate before he realizes we’re gone. I have to put in an appearance in the garage tomorrow and I guess you’re working too?”

“Ten till four,” Liam stood and gathered up the empty bottles. “Mal said with a baby coming I could take the afternoon shifts at least until the baby comes and he’s convinced Ra to implement a paternity leave for new parents for all local authority workers, so I’ll get three weeks off after the birth.”

“I’ll start looking seriously for some extra help at the garage. I want to be around as much as possible although Beau can help out in my office if he gets bored on his own.”

“Do you have a back room or supply closet for lunch time quickies?” Dropping the bottles into the recycle bin, Liam held out his hand and they wandered into the bedroom.

“I’ll put one in, or better yet, curtains in the office. I don’t want to go frightening my young apprentice.”