Wild Threesome: (Paranormal MMF Menage Romance) (Wolves on the Prowl Book 2) (2 page)

“
M
AYBE WE SHOULD
shift back
into wolves,” said Chris. “Sitting here naked is kinda stupid.”

“It was your idea to go human for a while. Besides, I like the view just fine.” Leo leaned against another tree, taking in everything around them, including Chris’s dick. “We agreed no clothes until the mission is over. We’ve destroyed enough of our wardrobe during shifts.”

“Not just during shifts.” Chris grinned.

Leo laughed, and it was good to hear the sound. Not that Leo was ever the life of the party. He didn’t find much humor in life; in fact, Chris was one of the few people who could get the man to crack a smile. Anyway, there had been little occasion for joy, or sex, during the trip out here. He missed northern California, especially the forests there, and couldn’t wait to get home.

They’d been roaming the area in their wolf forms waiting for the storm to let loose. Chris had gotten bored, and shifted into his human form. After Leo shifted, too, and had bitched about him breaking cover, he decided that maybe it would be all right to hang out naked in the forest. Leo wouldn’t admit it, but Chris’s more relaxed attitude occasionally rubbed off on him. Besides, they were alone out here except for some woodland rodents, and nobody in the house had a clue that assassins were waiting for an opportunity to off them.

He re-positioned himself against the wide base of the oak tree. The bark made his skin itch. From their vantage point, they could see the back of the creepy old house. The brewing storm was rumbling louder now, and he could smell the change in the air. It would rain soon, and then, they would sneak inside and do their duty as warriors. As members of the pack.

Still, killing their friend sucked ass.

“The Tribunal will be pissed when we tell ‘em that we tore out his throat.”

“They did not forbid us,” said Leo, though his voice was edged in worry. “And no matter what the Tribunal says about March, he should be killed honorably.”

The fact that Leo was going against the spirit of the Tribunal’s orders obviously bothered him. But at the end of the day, Leo stuck by his own principles, even if they clashed with the elders. It was a quality that Chris admired, when it wasn’t irritating the fuck out of him.

His gaze wandered over Leo. His lover was ten years older, thirty-one to his twenty-one. He was 6’6”, built like a goddamned ancient oak. Thick with muscles, and those shoulders… those thighs… that cock.

He felt his own cock stir. It had been a week since they’d had sex. A week! In all the time they’d been together, they’d never gone that long without fucking -- unless they’d been dispatched to different missions. Ever since they’d proclaimed their relationship, it was rare to get opposing assignments. The Tribunal might look askance at their mating, but they couldn’t deny Chris and Leo made one helluva team.

Chris was horny. If he thought Leo would give in to a quickie, he’d go over there right now and suck his cock.

He licked his lips, thinking about how Leo tasted, about the feel of his shaft pumping in and out of his mouth. Oh, yeah. His cock hardened, and his nipples pebbled.

Slow down there, idiot. It’s not gonna happen. This is Leo, remember?

Chris sighed. Leo had been distant lately, and had rebuffed Chris’s attempts to get him into bed. Tenderly delivered rejection was still rejection. And Leo wasn’t exactly a talker. His emotions were fully owned by him. No sharing. Chris didn’t go around spouting poetry or reading self-help books, but he also wasn’t as internal as Leo. He didn’t stew. He blew up. Anyway, something big was bothering the man and Chris knew from experience there was no getting it out of him until he was ready to spill.

“We don’t have time,” said Leo, though his voice had gone hoarse. Chris noticed Leo’s penis had gotten a little hitch in its giddy-up. That was a relief. At least Leo still wanted him.

“We don’t have time for what?” Chris asked innocently. His cock twitched and he gripped it, giving it a solid yank.

“You gonna jerk off?”

Chris let go of his shaft. “I was hoping you might do the honors.”

“Later. Don’t lose focus.” Leo’s gaze returned to searching the perimeter.

Damn. The man was all about principles, always had been. Leo wouldn’t indulge in a woodland quickie, not if there was a Tribunal-sanctioned duty to fulfill.

Chris picked up a rock and tossed it from hand to hand. He was getting antsy again. They’d checked out the place last night, figured out how to get in, gone over the plan a billion times. Booooring.

“Why not just ban March?” he asked idly. “He’d already left.”

“If he hadn’t put his seed into a human, he’d still be waking up tomorrow morning. And he’d still be able to return to the pack.”

Chris dropped the pebble he’d been messing with. Yeah, yeah. What did the Tribunal know? They were a bunch of old farts with nothing better to do than boss around pack members. “Before he left, March wouldn’t even consider taking a female to his bed. He said he wouldn’t be forced into breeding.”

“He’s been gone for almost a year. Who knows what happened to him.” Leo shook his head. “He was the last of his line. The Celtic wolves die with him.”

“No,” said Chris, his voice quiet. “They die with his child.”

He wanted to hit something: the tree, the ground, the smug face of Elder Brown. He’d been the one to deliver the Tribunal’s decree. They’d been invited to the cavern, the very place where the first wolf shape-shifters slept and ate and lived, and assigned them the task of killing March Wilmont. The Tribunal still did their business in the cavern of their ancestors, though its members seemed much more concerned about politics and nonsensical dictates than the welfare of the pack. Or so it seemed to Chris.

But not to Leo. Leo, who followed the regs every single day of his life. Chris had been drawn to him, not only because he was older, but also because he offered the kind of security Chris never had. Leo was consistent. He was steady. He was thoughtful. He
planned
.

Chris… not so much.

“The Elders forget we had human ancestors.” Chris glanced at Leo, who was staring at him and frowning. Well, he could frown all he wanted. He had doubts about this course of action, too.

March was their friend. They’d fought beside him, laughed with him, and helped him mourn his sister, Ella. Chris felt as though a hot brick had landed on his chest and then slid onto his stomach. He’d known her, of course. She’d only been a couple years older. He hadn’t yet revealed his preference for males; in fact, he’d dated around just to give everyone the impression he liked girls.

Leo had courted the young Ella. The Tribunal had approved their match, but Leo had admitted they were not in love. Still, they were devoted to each other, and both deeply respected their duties to the pack. She’d conceived on their wedding night, but she and the baby died during childbirth.

Chris had been seventeen, and only just named warrior of his father’s line. He’d trained with Leo, and genuinely liked the man. He wasn’t sure when he’d started crushing on him. After Leo married Ella, Chris had requested another mentor.

A year passed.

The night of his eighteenth birthday, Chris got stupid drunk. He decided the only birthday present he wanted was a night with Leo. So, he stumbled up to the man’s house, knocked on the door, and when the warrior answered wearing only a pair of jeans and a pissed-off expression, Chris had kissed him.

Leo hadn’t protested. He simply dragged Chris into the house, threw him onto the couch, and fucked him senseless. Chris knew right then and there, he was in love.

It took Leo a little longer to come to the same realization.

Still, here they were, a couple looking for their female mate. The Tribunal usually ignored gay relationships so long they didn’t interfered with anyone’s duties. Chris wasn’t sure about adding a female into the mix. Leo wouldn’t mind, but even though Chris had slept with women -- okay,
two
women -- it wasn’t the same kind of thrill as fucking a guy. He didn’t like the idea of sharing Leo. And he really didn’t like the idea of mating with a female just to please those Tribunal jerks.

March had felt the same way. The elders told March they expected him to mate, and if he did not, they couldn’t see the point of him sticking around. Basically it was a polite way of saying he either married a girl or he should get lost.

So, March got lost.

And now, after giving up his friends and his status in the pack, he’d found a female he was willing to sleep with. A human, but who cared? He was gonna be a father. Chris thought about Nate’s child growing in his mate’s womb. She was nearly at term. The pack had only recently become aware of the pregnancy, and the Tribunal had acted quickly. Hybrid breeding was an intolerable sin against the purebloods. March had committed treason, which was an automatic death sentence. He would die, and so would the woman carrying his abomination.

Chris’s stomach squeezed with dread. He didn’t want to kill his friend. And he sure as hell didn’t want to hurt a mother-to-be. “Leo… what right do we have to kill someone not of the pack?”

“What she carries in her womb is of the pack.” Leo stood up and walked to Chris, holding out his hand. Chris took it and allowed Leo to pull him up into his embrace. “I know what this is about,” said Leo, smoothing back Chris’s shaggy blond locks. “We will find a mate we both enjoy. She will have our children. I promise we’ll be a real family.”

“Unless the Tribunal does to us what they’re doing to March. Maybe he wouldn’t have left or hooked up with a human if they hadn’t tried to force him to mate.”

“Stop it, Chris.” Leo sighed and though Chris was only a couple inches shorter than him, he still tucked Chris’s head under his chin and held him close. As annoyed as Chris was with his partner, he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Leo and press close to his muscled chest. His heartbeat kicked up a notch.

“The Tribunal must sometimes make unpopular choices for the benefit of the pack. What if others starting producing children with humans?”

“We’d have more shape-shifters.”

“Chris…”

Chris knew that tone. It was Leo’s you’ll-understand-when-you’re-older Dad voice. Argh!

“Don’t patronize me! You never fucking listen. And you know what? That pisses me off.” He pushed out of Leo’s arms and glared at him. He wanted to be heard, and he was tired of Leo ignoring his opinions. “What’s duty without honor? I don’t care how we kill March. It’s wrong.”

Leo grabbed Chris by the forearms and slammed him against the oak. He pressed against Chris, chest to chest, thighs to thighs, cock rubbing against cock, his massive strength leashed by his ever-present patience. Chris wished he were capable of that kind of control. But he was impulsive, and he knew it. He hated to wait around, not when he could take action and get things going.

“You think I’m more a boy than a man,” he said bitterly. His chin jutted out, an act of petulance. He knew that he was being childish, which didn’t exactly help his boy vs. man case. But he was angry, damn it.

Leo reached between them and grabbed Chris’s cock, his gaze icy as a glacier. “I don’t fuck boys.”

“Is that what you’re going to do?” Chris laughed derisively. “Yeah, right.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

Chris thrust into Leo’s loose grip. The feel of Leo’s calloused palm against his sensitive flesh felt good. “It means you wouldn’t let sex, or love, get in the way of doing your duty.”

“Did you ever think that I follow duty because I love you, and our pack?”

Chris hadn’t thought about the motivations for Leo’s decisions. He’d never really considered the emotional drive the man might have to complete his tasks. He was a machine, in bed, in life. Chris knew Leo loved him; he just wasn’t exactly verbal about it. And he held his emotions in check. Chris blurted his out. He couldn’t keep shit to himself.

“Leave March to his life,” he said. “Let’s just go home.”

“If we don’t abide by the pack’s ruling, we won’t have a home,” responded Leo softly. He began stroking Chris’s cock in earnest. “Do you ever think before you act?”

“Maybe I don’t think enough,” said Chris, “but you think too much.” He pressed his mouth against Leo’s, parted the seam of his lover’s lip, and thrust his tongue inside.

Leo aggressively returned the kiss, his hand working Chris’s cock. He freed his mouth, panting, and managed to say, “You are my partner in every way. Just because we disagree about the Tribunal’s decisions --”

“Shut up already.” Chris ran his hands down Leo’s back and grabbed his phenomenal ass.

Leo let Chris go, and disappeared around the tree. When he returned, he had the mini-lube. Chris’s mouth dropped open. “Seriously?”

“Turn around.”

Chris’s heart went thumpety-thump. Leo was gonna do him, right in the middle of a mission? What the fuck? He turned and braced himself against the tree, offering his ass to Leo. The gel was thick, and a little cold. Leo massaged his anus, piercing it with a finger, widening and circling.

Chris couldn’t catch his breath. Leo turned him on. His strength. His fierceness. One look from the man and Chris was a pile of fucking goo. He felt Leo push the tip of his cock inside, and his knees nearly buckled. “More,” he rasped.

Slowly, Leo worked his cock inside Chris’s quivering channel. For a moment he lay against Chris’s back, sucking in air. Chris felt the frantic beat of Leo’s heart, and that made him even hotter for the man.
He loves me. He wants me
.

Chris reached down and fisted his shaft with a trembling hand. As Leo began to fuck him, he matched the rhythm. Stroking his cock. He wasn’t gonna last long. It had been more than a week since Leo had touched him, much less taken him.

“Leo. Oh, God. Leo!” The orgasm blasted through him, and Chris gripped his cock as his seed splashed the tree.

Leo fucked him harder. Flesh slapped against flesh. His thighs quivered, and then, Leo howled, shoving deep, and came.

Chris felt a sense of satisfaction. He was happy Leo had given into impulse, and he wished like hell they could just go back to the hotel and forget about March.