I’m finally back at the apartment Lars and I share together, and this time, I have Harley and Hunter in tow.

We decided he’d sleep here since he’s dating us and it’ll be safer for him. Neither Lars nor I were happy about the prospect of him sitting in that apartment alone.

And none of us know what to think about Marie and Morty.

The good news is that while Lars and Chaz got Hunter back, another squad detained Morris, who was committing petty theft with another Blacktails member. It’s a huge stroke of luck for us. Now that Morris himself is in custody we know Harley is just that much safer.

After putting Hunter to bed, Harley joins me and Lars in the bedroom. Of course, he’s going to snuggle between both of us, our little omega.

“Come here,” I say, holding my arms out.

Harley looks a little bashful as he makes his way over to us, climbing gently into bed and over Lars’ legs.

We press him between us and make sure he feels safe and warm. I love doing that, holding someone close and keeping them safe. It’s the best feeling in the world.

And now that my two favorite people in the world are in here, my cock is responding about how I expect it would. I want both of these men.

But we’ve never done this before.

They seem to have the same thoughts, as we’re all looking at each other expectantly. One of us has to break the tension and just go for it.

I reach over and take Harley’s cock in my hand, under the thin fabric of his shorts. Lars is naked except for his boxers, and I can see his huge alpha cock throbbing.

Lars and I take turns topping and bottoming, which is what makes sense for both of us being alphas. It’ll be nice to have an omega in bed with us. Something different.

And I love Harley. I’ve fallen so hard for him, for how kind and sweet and tough he is. I want to share this with him.

Lars, on the other side of Harley, bends down over the omega and starts kissing his neck, while Harley himself closes his eyes and sits back, no doubt overwhelmed from the attentions of not one, but two alphas. He starts whimpering and moaning and his cock drips precome.

My own is throbbing painfully. I desperately need to bury my cock inside Harley’s tight omega ass. I glance down and look at it, smooth skin and precious curves. Stripes of stretch marks line his thighs and belly, lightly patterning his skin. I can’t decide whether I want to lick his skin or his cock or his nipples or…

Harley cries out then. “I’m g-going to come, if you keep doing that.”

I slow down and smirk at him. “Too hot for you, huh?”

“I mean, twice the alphas, twice the heat,” says Lars. He’s got his own cock in his hand, powerfully pumping drops of precome out.

“I’ve never been with two guys before,” says Harley.

“There’s a first time for everything,” says Lars with a laugh.

“Just let us guide you and tell us how you’re feeling. And if you want us to stop for any reason, just tell us.” I pull Harley so his back is facing me, my cock nestling between his legs and touching his own.

“Fuck, this is so hot,” says Lars under his breath, moving closer to us and lying down.

“Why don’t you suck Lars’ cock,” I say in a low voice in Harley’s ear. I’m rewarded by a shiver down his spine and I watch as he bends down and takes that huge cock between his lips.

I reach down to get myself ready and realize that Harley’s slick is leaking, letting its musky, powerful scent of arousal into the air. I test his entrance, making him whimper, and slide one finger in easily.

He’s definitely ready.

And it looks like Lars is too—his cock is the width of a soda can. He grunts as Harley bobs up and down on his cock, and I’m overcome by a wash of warm emotion, as I watch these two men I’ve grown to love.

I gently push Harley into position so I can enter him while he’s still sucking on Lars. When I line my cock up with his entrance, I hear his breath catch.

“You ready for this?” I purr, bending down over Harley and smirking at Lars. Between us we’ve got a Harley sandwich, and his cock is trickling down, so close is he to orgasming.

But if you’re an alpha, sometimes you just have to take what you want. I need to plow Harley’s ass, and I gently slide into him, closing my eyes and savoring his every whimper as his tight ring of muscles squeezes my cock and sends a frisson of pleasure down my spine. My balls contract already. Shit, I’m going to come if I’m not paying attention.

I need to at least enjoy this ass, which swallows me whole, to the hilt, pressing in on me and pleasuring me. Harley himself seems okay, his eyes closed like he’s dreaming and his breathing shallow. He’s started rocking back at me with his hips a little, like he wants me to take him.

“You want my cock going in and out, don’t you,” I say. “And Lars’ hands working your cock… You want to come so hard.”

Harley moans at my every word, rocking back even faster. I gently start to push in and out, and Lars and Harley have aligned their cocks, sliding them against each other. Harley seems like he’s nearly in tears from the sheer pleasure.

And it’s true. I’ve never experienced anything like it. Sex with two men? Both of whom I love, who are the fated ones for me?

Fated. That makes me remember. I should claim Harley, and Lars and I should finally claim each other. It was the one thing we never got around to doing. I always told myself I was waiting for something, but I never knew what that was until now. I thought it was just an excuse, that I was scared of commitment.

I’m not scared of commitment. I’m happy to launch myself into it.

I press my face against Harley’s shoulder, our damp skins clinging to each other, sticky and slippery with sweat. His smell is intoxicating, and when combined with Lars’… My cock is harder than it’s ever been, and it’s becoming more and more difficult for me to hold back.

“I’m going to come inside you,” I whisper into Harley’s ear, and he whimpers as I shudder and let myself go.

And then I plunge my teeth into his neck, biting the spot where the claiming mark goes. And when I’m done, Lars bites Harley, and the two of them come, their orgasm spurting out onto their chests.

We collapse in a heap, my neck stinging. Lars instinctively knew what to do because he was a shifter, but of course, Harley didn’t know what was going on at all.

“That bite,” he says, as I expected he would.

“It’s the claiming bite. We’re… we’re a family now, and that’s the traditional shifter way to cement it. We just have to have every possible pair claim each other.”

“So that’s what, six bites total?” says Lars.

I laugh. God, this feels good. Curled up in bed with the two men I love most in the world? And the baby sleeping peacefully in the next room? This is heaven.

Harley’s already dozed off, and Lars looks at me, a sincere smile on his face. Man, I haven’t seen that expression on Lars’ face, that look of pure contentment, in too long. I love it.

“I love you guys,” I say softly, and then I reach over to turn the lights out.

The next day is a busy one in headquarters. The pack has been working overtime to bring the Blacktails down, and today might be one of our breakthroughs.

I was told in the morning briefing that we finally have information—interestingly, because it was easy to get Morris to talk, as scared as he was of our officers—that will lead us to the Blacktails’ primary hideout.

Basically, it means we could get rid of them once and for all.

I don’t believe it, and Lars is skeptical too, but everyone else seems enthusiastic about the prospect. Maybe I’m just jaded because we haven’t come this close in years, and I’m expecting it to be a false lead.

But whatever. Whatever this place is, we’ll find something there that’ll help us. And the struggle will continue.

This is the most action I’ve seen in months, I think as the driverless cars go whizzing off again, toward yet another nondescript address in the Paisley. The Blacktails have been keeping us busy, and when they’re finally vanquished—or if they are, rather—we’ll have a bit of a lull.

I realize this property is not like the others when we pull up. A huge mansion on gated property sits in the middle of many warehouses. What the hell is this place?

When we get out of the cars in our shiftsuits, some of us with tools in packs, I notice a historical plaque on one of the gates. It says that this home was owned by a wealthy industrialist who owned many of the factories around here. But now it’s abandoned.

Only to be used as the headquarters of one of the most powerful gangs in all of Stell. This is a little ridiculous.

We shift and bound forward through the grass and shrubbery. It’s practically a forest, since the estate probably hasn’t been maintained in decades.

I lead my squad in our assigned direction and wait for the other squad leaders to confirm their position across the comms.

Soon enough, it’s showtime.

We burst through the servants’ entrance and emerge into the kitchen, which is surprisingly empty. As we go walk the hallways, we slow down. I can hear voices. Also yelps, playful maybe. They’ve got their guard down.

We use our element of surprise and attack whoever’s on the other side. A fray erupts within seconds like slow motion and I’m thrust into fighting an array of shifters and humans. It’s hard, because we’re seriously outnumbered. Where are the other squads? Did they run into obstacles too?

It’s difficult, but we manage to defeat most of them, with the others running off to get help. It’s only going to get harder from here, and fast.

We run into one of the other squads in another hallway. This house is like a labyrinth. But we studied the blueprints, and we figured out the most likely place for Hobart’s boss to be.

Castle Arbord is one of the toughest shifters around, and hasn’t even been seen in the city in the past ten years. It’s impossible to know what he looks like now—well, not impossible, but the old, grainy pictures didn’t prepare me for seeing him.

Arbord is a huge fucking grizzly bear. Just how huge, I didn’t know until this very moment.

One of the other squads has gotten here, but we’re going to need a lot more firepower if we want to defeat these guys. There are a hell of a lot of Blacktails here, and it seems like their recruiting campaign has been a success.

I catch of a glimpse of Morty, in his coyote form, cowering and protecting another coyote. They look a little pathetic, actually, and I instantly believe Harley when he says they’re innocent. Well, maybe not totally innocent. But at most coerced into being a part of a gang.

And poor Morty—he was just the age to get started in the gang, so they preyed on him.

I keep fighting until it feels like my lungs are going to give out, and eventually it becomes clear that only Arbord himself and another bear are left. But by now, we have numbers on our side, and a lot of the shifters were smaller species, like weasels and reptiles, who weren’t at all any help during the fight.

Arbord is tough and his hide seems impenetrable, but eventually he tires, and some members of my pack are able to deliver a tranquilizer to him. We need this one alive.

After his bear partner is dispatched in the same way, I walk over to the cowering coyotes. I think they thought no one could see them, but I did.

Hey, I say. Our pack can offer you protection. Come with us.

They stare at me for a moment, noses and whiskers twitching. Marie growls a little, but they seem more uncertain than anything.

Come on. Tell us your story. Marie, you were blackmailed? Morty, you don’t have to be part of a gang. You can help us and live a better life.

Morty opens his mouth as if to speak.

But it’s Marie who does. Fine. Fine, she says. I’m tired and old. I think I need help.

They follow me wordlessly back to the cars, and I help them in. They don’t do much of anything during the trip back, probably exhausted. I am too.

When we get to headquarters, we transfer them to the infirmary, where they’ll be taken care of for the night. The pack is a big place, and tomorrow they’ll be shuffled off to yet another department which handles protective custody.

We are here to protect the people of our city, after all.

When I head back home to sleep, I’m out like a light. My last thoughts are of wonder—how in the world did my life change so quickly?