Alpha Bites

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Pack Mentality: Alpha Bites Julia Talbot

All rights reserved. Copyright ©2006 Julia Talbot No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared by any electronic or mechanical means, including but not limited to printing, file sharing, and email, without prior written permission from Changeling Press LLC. ISBN (10) 1-59596-437-1 ISBN (13) 978-1-59596-437-3 Formats Available: HTML, Adobe PDF, MobiPocket, Microsoft Reader Publisher: Changeling Press LLC PO Box 1561 Shepherdstown, WV 25443-1561 www.ChangelingPress.com Editor: Connie Alberts Cover Artist: Karen Fox

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Prologue

The latte went down real nice. Sasha Leonovid had the girl at Starbucks trained. Two shots of espresso, a little foamy whole milk, and a shot of mocha. Yum. The Starbucks at South Tejon Street was the perfect place to sit and watch the door of Jack Quinn’s Irish Ale House, a block down. If he’d set things up right, they should be arriving any time. Sasha fancied himself something of a matchmaker. He’d managed to put Jenny in Liam’s path at the grocery store, the Laundromat, and the feed store. Eventually, that thick headed Irishman, Liam, had asked Jenny out. Now, all they had to do was start sleeping together. Hopefully, this would be the date that did it. Jenny had asked him what she should wear, doing it casually, like “what would I wear if you asked me to go to a pub.” Sasha liked Jenny in her tomboy garb, but he knew Liam prefer soft and feminine, so he told her to wear a dress. She kissed him then, guilt flashing in her eyes. It was all he could do to keep from telling her not to worry, that he’d fantasized about her and Liam a lot… There. Liam’s red curls and Jenny’s mink brown hair appeared in his line of sight, attached to the two bodies Sasha admired most in the world. Those two bodies made him hard and sweaty every time. Something he hoped the barista would either ignore or not notice, because right now it was pretty obvious. Sasha shifted in his chair, noting the way Jenny leaned into Liam, seeing the way Liam’s hand sat on Jenny’s waist. Oh, yeah. It was working. Tonight was the night. Thank God. Sasha tossed the paper cup he held into the trash. Now it was time to move on to step two of his plan. Who said he didn’t have patience?

Chapter 1

“I don’t know, Myra,” Jenny said, pacing back and forth, her arm waving wildly as she talked to her

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roommate on her cell phone. She was on her supper break and needed to vent. “I just can’t decide which one I like better.” “Well, you’re going to have to figure it out sooner or later,” Myra replied. In the background, Jenny could hear the whirr of a blender. Myra made her living off grinding up all sorts of things to make protein shakes, and she was always experimenting. “Sooner rather than later, I think. Liam doesn’t seem to have a clue, but Sasha keeps… sniffing me. I think he suspects.” “He’d have to be an idiot not to.” Myra chuckled, the sound merry, like the woman herself. “You can’t double time guys like him. Tell them, Jen.” “I will, I will.” Jenny bit her thumbnail, watching the clouds gather in the sky outside her veterinary clinic. Looked like rain. “Okay, I gotta go, My. I’ll see you in a few days. After, you know.” “I do know. I’ll say a prayer to the Moon Goddess for you,” Myra said, like she always did. “Be safe.” “You too, honey,” Jenny returned. “Later.” “Bye.” The phone flipped shut in her hand, just like that, and Jenny sighed, rolling her stiff neck and shoulders. Really, she needed to hire more help. Trying to make sure all of the animals she was keeping for observation would be safe was, well, trying. The problem wasn’t the work. It was the fact that her clinic was so far out of town. No one wanted to commute out there. Hell, no one could really understand why she’d chosen the location except Myra, who knew her dirty little secret. The small building with its food storage shed and attached dog run was hers though, and it sat on a clearing off the main highway, a patch of woods sloping up the hill behind it. Jenny went back in, smiling as the whines and barks from the dogs and meows from the cats doubled in volume. “Gotta get you guys bedded down for the night, huh? I promise, I’ll get you locked in good and I’ll leave you alone.” Jenny petted this nose and that tail as she got the food storage containers out and started laying in dry food for the night. She’d be back to herself in the morning, and could come in and do it all over again. Jonas the Rottie whined at her and Jenny went to check his sore paw, automatically glancing at the clock as she went. “Poor baby,” she said, “still hurting, huh? Don’t you worry. It’ll heal up in no time.” Contrary to popular belief, animals weren’t afraid of her. Now Sasha had caused the cats to sort of hiss and spit a little, but really, that could have been all that testosterone the man exuded as a human and had nothing to do with the other. He was all man. So was Liam. That was the problem. They both had a lot to recommend them. Sasha had dark hair and kinda golden eyes and this deep, vaguely Russian voice. Liam had deep red hair and green eyes and the Irish lilt and… yeah, well. It was no wonder she was torn. A shiver wracked her and Jenny hurried through the rest of the chores, soothing yelps and wags, trying to get outside before the sun went down. Just a few more minutes. Was that her hand shimmering?

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She made it out the door, locking it behind her just in time. All of the dogs inside the shelter answered her when she let out her first howl. *** Sasha checked his watch, leaning on the hood of his Mustang while he waited. Damn, but Jenny worked late hours. She always seemed to work harder after the full moon. Like she felt she’d left all those animals alone for three nights and had to make up for it. He was… horny. Hard. Ready. He always was after the change, and he’d been saving it for Jenny. Leaning through the open window, Sasha tapped the horn, his ears pricking up a little when he heard barking and whining inside. Jenny came out, her lush body wrapped in tight jeans and an old t-shirt, a flannel jack-shirt over top and Sasha’s body perked up even more. Yeah. That was more like it. She locked the door and came over to the car, frowning at him. Pushing her dark brown hair behind her ears, Jenny whapped his chest. “You know I hate that stupid horn. It makes them crazy and they’d just settled down.” “Oh, bullshit.” Sasha slid his sunglasses into place, opening the passenger door for her. “They don’t settle until you leave and you know it. Italian or Greek?” “Greek, I think,” Jenny said. Instead of stepping gracefully into the car, Jenny grabbed the keys where they dangled from his belt loop and went around, hopping in the driver’s side, daring him with a slanting glance of her blue eyes to say a word. That was one of the things he loved about her. She defied him at every turn. She dared him and confounded him. She was a good match, a real alpha female. Now if he could just get her to commit. “So when are you going to marry me?” he asked as Jenny pushed the Mustang into gear and peeled out on the highway, heading back into town. She gave him a look, taking a curve on two wheels. “We need to talk about that,” she said. “But not now. Let’s have some lamb first. Maybe some baklava?” They were going to talk. Oh, rah. Sasha put his hand on Jenny’s right thigh, letting it ride up a little, listening to her breath speed up. Much better. Less talking, more heat. “What is there to talk about?” Sasha asked, grinning as he smelled the distinct odor of female arousal. “You like me, you like my car, we fuck like a dream…” “The romance is dead,” Jenny said in return, moving his hand off her leg. The outskirts of Colorado Springs came into view, Jenny steering deftly toward Jake and Telly’s Greek place, the home of the best keftethes and lamb kivetzi. The guys greeted them warmly when they came in, and Sasha wondered idly if the chefs would be so nice if they knew his ancestors’ used to eat their ancestors’ sheep. Nudging Jenny’s leg under the table always got her hot and bothered. Sasha played footsie while they ate, smiling as her cheeks heated and she finally kicked him, hard. They got dessert to go. They would go

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to his place. He liked her there, sort of natural and woodsy among all his fancy assed shit, her flannel contrasting with his chrome furniture and silk sheets. Besides, there was no Myra at his place. Back at his apartment, Sasha grabbed Jenny around the waist after she put the leftovers in the fridge, pulling her to him for a kiss, bending her back over his arm to really make it a good one. “You still want to talk?” he asked, grinning when they came up for air. She blinked at him, licking her lips, one hand coming up to shove her hair out of her face. Her eyes had gone the color of the Colorado sky before a snowstorm, all grayish blue and still. “I should,” Jenny said, her voice thick with desire. “I have reasons, you know.” “Reasons for what? Putting me off?” He worked at getting her flannel shirt off, one button at a time, exposing a lacy pink bra. Something about the feminine touch under the rough, manly fabric made him growl, made him rub against her. “Yeah. For not… for not getting,” she trailed off, gasping. “Oh, there. Hitched.” ‘There’ was her nipple, and Sasha pinched it through lace and satin. It rose for him. It was so pretty, dark enough that he could see it through the cloth, the outline clear. He bent her back again, farther, leaning to close his lips around it, his teeth worrying the bit of flesh and fabric. He knew her reason for not getting hitched. He could smell Liam on her, and he approved. It made him all that much hotter. Now, if he could just get them to come to him together… “More,” she said, starting to pant, her chest flushed above the bra. “We done talking?” he asked, chuckling. “Talking? What is this talking you speak of?” She pounced on him, pushing him back this time, both of them toppling to the hardwood floor. The edge of his fancy designer area rug dug into his back. She straddled him, reaching back to unhook her bra before ripping at his shirt. Damn, he loved it when she was all tooth and nail. She ran her fingers down his chest when she bared it, her breasts squeezing up as she braced her hands on him and rubbed back with her round, little ass, which made his cock jump. Damn. Yeah. Talking was overrated. Sasha popped the button of Jenny’s jeans, his fingers finding the zipper tab to pull it down, his knuckles sliding along her soft lower belly. She moaned for him, arching, her body undulating on top of him. A man could think he’d gone to heaven when she did that. Her nipples had turned dark pink, her face pink too, and her blue eyes were edged with gold as she growled down at him in demand. “More,” she said, her voice gone rough. “Uh huh. More,” he agreed, pushing her jeans and underwear down to stroke her, combing through the curls covering her pussy. He searched out her clit to pet it, loving how she squirmed and panted, trying to get more of him. She gave as good as she got, and a man couldn’t ask for more than that. Oh, she was wet for him, hot, and Sasha gathered up her moisture and used it to ease his way, getting a sharp cry from her as he made figure eights around her flesh.

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When he pushed a finger inside her, she arched, taut, begging with every line of her body. “Oh. Sasha. Good,” she said, her voice raw with need, her eyes sliding closed. Hell, yes. Obviously she was ready, and she didn’t need more than one finger right now. Sasha lifted her, doing a little growling of his own. “My jeans, honey. Open my jeans.” Her eyes snapped open again. She look almost drugged, but she figured out what he wanted, ripping at his jeans hard enough that he was relieved she had short fingernails in this form. His cock sprang free, and Sasha stopped thinking. He just went with what came naturally, positioning Jenny above him and pushing up at her, his cock pressing between the lips of her cunt and sliding inside her. Oh. Oh, God, yeah. This was why he wanted to keep her. She was so sweet. So slick and hot. No one else had ever felt like this. Not ever. Not even… Well, maybe Liam. Jenny closed around him like she’d been made for him, and just when Sasha thought he could stay right there forever and just feel her, Jenny started to move. His hips rocked up, hers came down, and they moved together like a hunting pack, completely in tune with each other. Her hands clenched into fists on his chest, her body bouncing up and down, her breasts jiggling too. Oh, God, her breasts. Curling up, he went for one, lips closing just shy of a nipple until Jenny leaned down for him, pressing against him, her moans loud and happy. Sasha figured maybe he was in heaven. Nothing that good could last though. Not for long anyway. Sasha felt his orgasm rising up his spine, felt it in his balls as they drew up tight, and he was gonna blow. Any second. Any… fuck, yeah. That did it, when Jenny rippled around him like that, her inner muscles squeezing down on him. He just lost it, filling her deep with hot spunk, his whole body shaking like crazy. He didn’t forget her though. His hand was still trying to move on her, his fingers pushing clumsily at her clit. Finally Jenny reached down to guide his hand where she wanted it, showing him how much harder and faster he needed to go. She cried out, her back arching, her hands scrabbling against him, and he watched her come, saw her face as she became completely caught up in her own pleasure. Oh, yeah. She was his. Whether she knew it or not. The rest they could work out one way or the other. Sasha would see to it.

Chapter 2

Myra was chanting. Some sort of llama llama ding dong shit. Usually, it didn’t bother Jenny at all. This morning it made her teeth itch while she made coffee and blinked blearily at her cup. She’d been with Sasha two nights in a row, and the man just tore her up. She loved it, but he was so intense, so focused on her, that it exhausted her. And if Myra didn’t stop that monotone sing-songing, Jenny was going to explode.

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“My!” she hollered. “Would you please take it somewhere else?” Her roommate wandered over, the hundreds of little silver bangle bracelets she wore jingling when she moved. Much better than chanting. Pushing a wild curl of red hair behind one ear, Myra sat in front of her, sinking down on a tufted ottoman that had appeared one day, probably bought from the Goodwill. “Hard couple of days? Oh, and who’s minding the store?” Myra smiled, the look sympathetic and yet, curious. Very curious. “Sasha is… something else. And Dr. Cavanaugh said he’d take a few days at the clinic. I thought it was very nice of him.” “It was.” Myra tilted her head. “Don’t you have a date with Liam tonight?” “Oh, God.” Jenny shook her head, rubbing her neck. “I can’t possibly. I’ll have to call him.” “See? I told you juggling the two of them…” “Oh, shut up,” Jenny snarled, baring her teeth. Myra looked unfazed. Once her roommate had found out she couldn’t change at will, the intimidation factor had gone way down hill. Besides, Myra’s talent was way cooler than hers. “Oh, how did your date with, uh, what was his name?” Jenny asked. “How did it go?” Sighing, Myra got up again and pottered about, finally going to their little kitchen. “How about a smoothie?” “Sure. As long as it’s a fruit one and not like goat livers.” She shuddered. Sometimes Myra got carried away. “Not at all. I’ll put soy in for protein.” Myra jingled and jangled for a bit, the blender whirring before Myra came back and handed her a milkshake-like foamy drink. “His name was Stephen, and he thought it would be very cool to make love to himself on the full moon. He found out it wasn’t. It freaked him out. I hear he’s started going to church again.” “Bummer.” “Yeah.” Myra shrugged. “Men. Such narcissists, until it’s really possible. Then they go crazy.” Jenny hid a grin in her surprisingly good smoothie. Myra was sort of a… free spirited wereperson. Whatever organic thing she was closest to on the full moon, she turned into. Boyfriends, poodles… Myra had once spent an entire weekend as a Venus flytrap. “You’ll find someone someday,” Jenny said, going with the trite but comforting. “If you don’t keep gobbling them all up. There’s only so many freak friendly types in Colorado Springs.” But Myra was grinning, bouncing a little. “So where is Liam taking you?” “I told you, I’m calling it off.” Her coffee cup was empty. So was her smoothie. Maybe she ought to get

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some water. Liam was a doll, but he’d want to have sex… Lord, had she ever thought she could have too much sex? Pulling her flannel robe tighter around her, Jenny got up and padded to the kitchen. Pouring another cup of coffee and a huge glass of water, she avoided Myra’s knowing gaze. Her inner thighs protested. “Ha,” Myra said, laughter in her voice. “You’ll go.” “Not if I find hickeys. You’ll help me look?” “Everywhere but your privates, honey,” Myra said, really giggling now. “That you have to do yourself.” Jenny grinned, nodding, finally feeling a little better. Maybe it was the smoothie. Myra swore by them. “No privates, right.” All she said back was, “You got a deal.” *** Her hair was up in a pretty bun. She had a dress on. A shawl. Heels, for fuck’s sake. Where Sasha brought out the tomboy in her, Liam brought out the lady a little. Just a little, because she couldn’t help snorting into her wine and calling him on his latest bullshit. “No,” she said, waving one hand, almost burning the shit out of it when she hit the candle on the table. “I will not go to Vegas and marry you tonight.” “Why not?” Liam’s voice always fascinated her, with its hint of an accent. He’d been born in Ireland, had come to the States as a teenager or something, joining the Colorado Springs packs as a young man. It always showed in his speech. The man could sing too. It had to be like genetic. Irish people sang. Liam didn’t seem terribly worried about her refusal, cutting into his lamb chop and chewing almost meditatively. “Because I have other stuff. The clinic -- a life -- a roommate.” “Yeah, but you and Myra aren’t sleeping together, darlin’.” His green eyes twinkled at her, his smile wide and easy. Her mouth opened and closed for a moment before she laughed out loud, toasting him with her drink. “It would serve you right if we were, you arrogant prick.” His expression went completely innocent. She didn’t believe it for a second. Her disbelief proved well founded when he asked, “Are you sleeping with someone else?” So much for thinking he had no clue. He’d never sniffed at her like Sasha did, but hell, maybe tonight he didn’t have to after the way Sasha had turned her every which way but loose. She sipped her wine again and took a few bites of crispy chicken before answering. “What makes you think that?” she asked. “Oh, just the fact that you only give me a few nights a week. You’re secretive. You occasionally smell

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like another man.” Gaping, her fork suspended halfway to her mouth, Jenny stared, stunned at his calm acceptance of it all. “If you think I am,” she said, watching her asparagus spear drop back to her plate. “Why are you still dating me?” “Because I love you, of course.” So matter of fact. So completely honest. That much she could see in his eyes. It made her feel guilty as hell. “And you know I adore you. It’s just… I… Well…” She stuttered to a stop, giving him an apologetic shrug. “I’m just not sure.” “I can wait.” He grinned, only the tiniest hint of sadness in his eyes. “What do you want for dessert?” Her stomach was kinda churning, but Jenny looked at the dessert menu. The fancy hotel they were eating at had a ton to choose from. He liked cheesecake, so did she. “How about the turtle cheesecake?” “Oh, that sounds good.” He gave her a shrewd look. “How about we get it to go?” “No!” Jenny stopped and breathed. She and Sasha had gotten dessert to go, and she didn’t want to think of Sasha now. “I mean, you never have coffee that’s worth a damn and I can get an espresso here. Imagine that. Sugar… caffeine.” His eyes went dark for her, his smile going predatory. “That sounds good. Cheesecake then, and some coffee.” There, that was better, she thought. That was the expression Liam should always wear. Jenny let out asigh of relief, and they maneuvered through coffee and dessert without any further mishap. As long as he stayed off the subject of what might be happening when they weren’t together, she’d be cool. She even licked her fork at the end, teasing him a little. Maybe a lot, from the way he growled. “You ready to go?” he asked, his chair rocking as he stood up. His whole body vibrated like a wolf about to pounce on a rabbit. “I am.” Leaving a little extra something for the waitress, Jenny joined him. Liam wasn’t cheap or anything, but Jenny knew their waitress, Carla Montoya. She knew Carla’s son and his best friend had just been in a bad car accident. Carla would need the money. His big hand all but swallowed hers as he tugged her out to his truck. God, he was built like a brick shit house. She could admire those long legs and that high, tight ass for a good long while. She really could. Heck, if she went home with him she could see them naked. That was a damned good thing. Jenny trailed along behind, her arm pulled all the way out as she chuckled at his eagerness. “You’re in a hurry,” she said, letting her free hand get a nice feel of his butt when he stopped to unlock the door. He jumped, another one of those happy, low growls sounding as he turned and twirled her as neatly as if they were dancing, pulling her in for a kiss. Oh, that warmed her right up. So much that she didn’t even

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notice the cold night air anymore. Fighting to free her hand, she put her arms up around Liam’s neck and kissed right back, her mouth opening to let him in, let him taste her. Caramel and coffee and just a hint of Irish whiskey. That was Liam to the ground. They broke apart when a car door slammed, a couple laughing and hurrying into the hotel, their winter coats flaring behind them. Liam panted, his chest heaving, his cheeks fiery red. God, that look was fucking hot. “My place?” he asked, stroking her lips with one finger. “Yeah. Myra is doing some kind of circle.” He laughed. “Lord, then we sure don’t want to go there. Come on.” They headed back to Liam’s place which was out of town a bit, kind of like her clinic. Not at all like Sasha’s citified apartment. She liked them both, enjoyed the class of Sasha’s leather furniture and chrome, but she also liked the rough charm of Liam’s willow branch chairs and knotty pine bed. She landed on that bed and bounced as Liam picked her up and tossed her, laughing at him, watching him strip with definite interest. He was a glorious male animal, he really was. Pale, freckled skin covered heavy muscles, and small patches of red hair trailed down his chest to bloom into a thick pelt around the base of his cock. His prick stood straight out for her, heavy, wet at the tip. Jenny licked her lips as she stared at it, tearing at her own clothes, her fancy dress ripping at the shoulder. Damn. But she needed… Yeah. He crawled up on the big bed with her, the mattress dipping under his weight. Jenny reached for him but he pushed her back, his thighs sliding up her legs to spread them so far that the muscles sang. Delicious. Then he bent and nuzzled her belly, sliding his cheek along the tender skin just below her navel, scenting her. She could smell him too, his heat and musk. It made her mouth water as she reached down to stroke his hair, the rough curls twining around her fingers. He touched her curls too, one finger sliding down between the lips of her cunt, spreading her there. His thumb came up to rub at her, and her clit throbbed as she arched up, her heels digging into the heavy down comforter. When Liam bent and put his tongue to her, circling where his thumb had just been, she shuddered, crying out. Fuck. Sasha never did that for her. And Myra wondered why she wanted to keep Liam too. His mouth worked her over, his tongue pushing inside her again and again, catching her juices and pulling them out, his lips clamped down on her. Jenny wiggled and moaned, tried to pet him, and threatened him with death if he stopped. He didn’t stop. Liam just kept on going, his hands clutching her thighs, his own noises matching hers as he feasted on her, his tongue driving her higher and higher. She clutched at him with one hand, her other coming up so

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she could pinch her own nipples. The tiny bright flare of added sensation was all it took to send her over the edge, screaming out as she came. Liam stayed with her all the way, his mouth hot on the tingling skin of her inner thigh. When the last shiver faded, he rose up over her and pressed the head of his cock against her pussy. It felt blunt and heavy. God, it was good as he pushed inside, seating himself inside her wet cunt with a single, hard thrust. “Oh! Liam…” Jenny wrapped around him, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs, her hands sliding up his back to curl against his shoulders. “More.” “Demanding woman,” Liam said, those green eyes laughing down at her as he moved in and out, his hips rolling against hers. Sweat ran along his skin and his scent went all musky, all pure, male sex. God, she loved that smell. Liam pushed harder, his skin slapping against hers while his eyes rolled back. His head went back, his throat becoming a long, tense line of muscle and tendon. Jenny leaned up and bit him, tasting salt and heat and Liam. Her tongue flicked out to ease the bite before her teeth sank in again, harder this time. Shouting, Liam filled her deep, his come wet and good inside her. Jenny shivered, echoes of her earlier pleasure coming back to her, running through her like an electric current. She stroked his hair as he flopped down on top of her, his chest heaving. “I do love you, honey,” Jenny said. “You know that.” Liam only nodded, not raising his head. He sighed. “I know, darlin’. I know. Just not enough.”

Chapter 3

Liam was, well, horny. The next full moon was on its way, but still far enough off that he didn’t need to worry about changing. He was just edgy. Itchy. Needing. So he got in his truck and headed out to see Jenny. He’d called her and she’d turned him down flat, but Liam figured if he showed up he might change her mind. Working late at the clinic or not, she had to be as restless as he was. Maybe he could convince her to take a break. A wee one. The long curve out of town and down through the flats toward Jenny’s clinic flashed by as he pushed the truck to the limit, feeling the same sense of exhilaration he did when he ran under the moon. He didn’t like to think of himself as reckless, just a man who enjoyed the wilder side of life. The clinic looked pretty quiet. Only one car sat out front beside Jenny’s truck, a vintage Mustang that he didn’t recognize. Of course, she had a lot of clients and Liam hardly knew them all. He didn’t even think about it while he locked up and headed in the front door. The animals started to make a ruckus when

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they either sensed him or heard the door. The receptionist was gone, only a little bell on the counter showing that the door was indeed supposed to be unlocked. Liam ignored it, hopping the counter and letting himself into the clinic area without a qualm. Until he saw Jenny and some guy in a clinch up against the counter, her legs around the guy’s waist as they kissed like crazy. Liam growled, the sound bursting out of him as his hands clenched into fists, and he bared his teeth. No. Jenny was his. Knowing she was two-timing him and seeing it in person were two very different things. This, he couldn’t be reasonable about. He fucking loved her, goddamn it. His hackles rose and Liam lunged, intending to rip the guy to shreds. An alpha defended what was his. Time to prove he had the right stuff. Somehow he missed, ending up on the other side of the room. When he looked back, Jenny stood with her arms crossed over her chest. The other guy, who was bigger than any man had a right to be and full of muscles besides, stood maybe three feet away from Jenny. His own snarl was just as impressive as Liam’s. Liam’s mouth fell open. “Sasha?” “Oh, great. You two know each other?” Jenny asked, her nose wrinkling up. Sasha Leonovid raised an eyebrow, half smiling at him in the most annoying fucking way. “It’s hard not to when you’re part of a pack in a town this size, love.” “But I didn’t know either of you…” Jenny trailed off, looking from one of them to another. “You’re not a bachelor male,” Sasha said, baring his teeth again. That was true enough, and Liam could see it dawn on Jenny what that meant. “Oh. Right. You all run together until…” “Until we find a mate. Not that Sasha and I are friends.” Liam couldn’t help it. The last part came out as a deep growl. They had been friends once, before they both got too high up in the pack. Now they were rivals. Sasha growled back, bristling visibly. “Don’t fuck with me, Irish. I’m bigger than you.” That was it. Liam snapped, lunging again, and this time he connected, hitting Sasha hard and taking him down. They rolled, teeth and nails slashing, until something cold and foamy hit them, stinging against every cut, getting in Liam’s mouth and eyes. He and Sasha separated, both of them blinking up at Jenny. She stood there in front of them holding a fire extinguisher. “Take it outside,” Jenny snapped, bright color flying high in her cheeks. “You’re scaring the animals.” “But, Jenny,” Liam said, holding out a hand. “No.” Growling, she turned to Sasha who was trying to scramble up and make a grab for her. The extinguisher hit his shins with a dull clang, making Sasha yelp. “Both of you. Out. Out! Get the fuck out.”

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A man couldn’t reason with anyone who had that expression on their face, let alone a woman. Liam took the coward’s way out and slunk away. If he’d had his tail, it would be firmly tucked between his legs. He’d come back when Sasha had gone and try to make it up to Jenny. Liam figured they should have known better; Jenny didn’t hold with anything that upset her precious babies. He heard a few more snaps and growls behind him, and before he knew it, Sasha came staggering out of the clinic behind him, a set of bright scratches on his face Liam knew he hadn’t inflicted. “Looks like she told you, then,” Liam crowed. Go Jenny. “Oh, fuck off, O’Meara,” Sasha rumbled. “You ruined my night.” “Well, that just means there’s some justice in the world. As you’re fucking my girlfriend and all.” There, let the man suck on that one. Asshole. “I am not. You’re fucking mine.” The challenge rang loud and clear, Sasha taunting him with his voice and body language, posturing so bloody confidently that it was all Liam could do not to take a swing at the man. “Watch it, Liam. I’m not in a good mood,” Sasha said, hands clenching into fists. “And I am? I was looking forward to blowing off some steam,” he said. Then he thought about that and found a smile he couldn’t hold back crossing his face. “Or having Jenny blow it off.” That did it. Sasha lunged at him this time and Liam laughed, taking off running, doing a little taunting himself now. Fucker. How dare he act like he had Jenny bagged and tagged. If he did, she wouldn’t be sleeping around, would she? He looked back over his shoulder to see where Sasha was and saw nothing but the clinic a surprising distance away and a light dusting of snow on the ground, the sinking sun turning it pink. Where the hell was Sasha? The flying tackle caught Liam completely off guard, coming from the side like it did. Fucking bastard was fast. They went down hard, Sasha’s heavy body pinning him to the ground. Liam knew he was the bigger of the two, but Sasha had always been so strong. He struggled, but made no headway, managing instead to get himself pinned harder under Sasha, every inch of his body rubbing against Sasha’s as he heaved and bucked, trying to get away. It wasn’t until he felt Sasha’s hard-on against his hip that he went completely still. “Get off me,” Liam snarled, holding himself motionless. “No. You ruined my chances with Jenny for the night. The least you can do is let me have a little fun,” Sasha said, sounding breathless and amused. Damn his eyes. “I don’t do that anymore, Sasha. I’m not a pup.” It was one thing to find release with another male when you were all together, playing rough and tumble. It was another entirely when you were a full grown male pack member who was ready to get hitched.

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“Bullshit. You just don’t want to do it with me since that time I beat you in the spring games and made you show me your throat and belly. I want you, Liam.” As if to prove the point, Sasha rubbed against him again, the graphic evidence right there, digging into Liam’s ass through their clothes. “No, you want Jenny and I’m a sorry substitute. Now let me up!” Liam shouted, starting to struggle again, earning himself nothing but a nose full of snow and a scrape on his cheek where he bounced off a rock. “Do you really think,” Sasha whispered against Liam’s ear when Liam quieted again. “That I would let you have her if I didn’t want you too? I could smell you on her, Liam. Could scent you every damned time I was with her. Made me crazy in the best way.” “You’re crazy, all right.” Once upon a time it had been fun, but he and Sasha, they’d fallen out. And, yeah, it had been Liam’s doing… Oh, man. “You’re serious.” Nuzzling the back of his neck, Sasha hummed an affirmative, hips starting to roll against Liam’s ass. “I am. You think you met her by accident?” “You -- I… Jesus Christ, Sasha.” He couldn’t even think that maybe Jenny was in on this. “You two enjoy planning this?” “She doesn’t know. She really can’t choose between us, Liam.” The way Sasha said it, so smugly satisfied, had him grinding his teeth. “Well, yay for her.” His body had started to respond to the stimulus, and Liam growled, trying once more to unseat Sasha from his perch, putting all of his effort into one last struggle. And failing. “Stop fighting me,” Sasha said, nibbling Liam’s ear. “Come on, man. Let me.” “I…” He wavered, his cock starting to throb in his jeans as Sasha pushed him down just the right way, giving him some amazing damned friction. Liam moved back and forth experimentally. “Yeah. Just like that.” Moving harder against him, Sasha gave him more sensation, the fly of his jeans digging into his cock to make him gasp and wiggle. “I don’t want you,” he said. It sounded weak, even to his own ears. “Yes, you do. At least right here and right now.” Sasha lifted up, pulling Liam to his hands and knees so he could reach beneath him and cup him through his jeans. “You’re hard for me. Come on, Liam. Come home with me.” “No. Here.” God, what was he agreeing to? Still, that hand on him had him humping, panting, feeling something he hadn’t in a long time, and if they left, if he had time to calm down, it would be over. He’d never get what he’d been needing since before he got in his truck to come see Jenny. “Here then,” Sasha agreed, grabbing the tab of Liam’s zipper and pulling. Sweet relief. The cold air came as a bit of a shock to Liam’s skin, but damn Sasha’s hand around him felt good. Hot and rough, that hand pulled at his cock, stroking from base to tip, the side of Sasha’s wrist

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bumping Liam’s balls. When Sasha backed off to pull at Liam’s jeans, it made him groan in protest, missing the weight of that big body he’d been trying to get rid of just seconds ago. God, he was easy. “Hush,” Sasha said, stroking his ass as it became bare. “I’m right here. We just need fewer clothes is all.” Liam struggled to turn around so he could touch Sasha too, but Sasha pushed him back down, holding him with one hand, his message clear. So Liam stayed there, head dropping between his shoulders, chin on his chest as he breathed in the cooler air that came as the sun went behind the mountains, making him shiver. His nipples drew up to tiny points, almost painful, the sensation so good he grunted, his hips swiveling as he tried to get more, now. Finally Sasha came back to him, covering him, rough hair and hot skin all up on him as Sasha’s chest pressed to his back and his cock settled against the crease of his ass. “Better?” Sasha asked, breath tickling his neck, stirring the hairs there. “Yes. No. I don’t know.” He really didn’t. It felt illicit, and stupid, what they were doing. It also excited him to the point where his balls felt like stones, drawn up hard and tight. “I do.” They started to rock, Sasha laughing with what sounded like pure joy. “ Iknow. You like it. God, you feel good.” “Oh, shut up,” Liam growled. He needed to just feel, let the sensations take him out of himself, if this was ever gonna work. “Shut up and touch me, Sasha.” “I can do that,” Sasha agreed, and the man was as good as his word. Skin touching his top to bottom, Sasha slid one hand over him and propped up on the other to keep from pushing them both to the ground. That hand moved from Liam’s throat to his chest, stopping to pinch his hard nipples, then down his belly. Sasha hummed in his ear at each change of location, really testing his skin with those rough fingers. All Liam could do was rock back and forth and try to get more, his growls coming low and continuous as pleasure had him soaring. He could forget who held him if he really tried, but he didn’t even need to do that. He just needed for Sasha’s jeering voice to go silent, for his body to take the feeling and run with it. The memory of some of the things Sasha had done to them as younger men added to the heat. With his thick cock prodding him, Sasha rocked, finally touching Liam’s own cock again, his hand closing around him and pulling. Liam all but howled, his whole body arching and shuddering, his hips dipping to get more of Sasha, letting the slick, hard flesh against him slide up and down until he could feel Sasha against his balls, pushing up and under. “Yeah,” Liam panted. “Good. There. Come on.” “Does that mean I can talk now?” Sasha asked, but every bit of mockery was gone from his voice and the only thing left was need. Liam could handle that. “Yeah. Yeah. I… Sash. I can’t. I need to come,” he said, feeling like he was gonna explode.

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“Then come for me, babe,” Sasha said, that growl sending shivers up Liam’s spine. “Come for me. Show me.” His body shook as he shot. Hot come spattering the ground beneath him as he rocked back and forth. On top of him, Sasha moaned, jerking and thrusting, all sense of grace lost. It took a second, maybe two, before Sasha was coming on his ass, hot and wet against his balls, the rest dripping off to join his own come on the ground. “Come home with me, Liam.” Sasha made it half order, half plea. For all of his earlier protests, Liam couldn’t find it in him to say no. There was so much unsaid between them, and he still thought he might hate Sasha, but despite that, he wanted to do exactly what Sasha asked. So when he opened his mouth, all that came out was, “Yes.”

Chapter 4

The phone rang about seven a.m. and Sasha groaned, rolling to reach for it and coming up against a solid, hard body that couldn’t possibly be Jenny’s. Oh, yeah. Liam. Sasha grinned wide, feeling more like a Cheshire cat than a wolf, and grabbed the phone, stroking Liam’s back with his free hand. “‘Lo?” “Sasha? Hi. It’s uh… It’s me, Jenny.” Wow, she sounded tentative and contrite. Poor Jen. She had no idea. Now was not the time to break it to her, either, but he would, soon. “Hey, Jen,” he said, rolling to his back to keep Liam from snoring into the phone. “How’re you doing? We didn’t upset you too much, did we?” “If you did, it’s not your fault. I… about Liam. I’m so sorry, Sasha. I meant to tell you.” He could almost hear her chewing her lip like she did when she was upset or nervous. He thought it was the cutest thing. “I kinda knew, Jen,” he said. “I could smell him on you, and you kept telling me you had reasons.” She chuckled. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” “Well, it should. I mean, I knew you were sleeping around on me and I still wanted to be with you.” Let her chew on that.

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“Oh, thanks.” She paused, and he could hear her drawing breath. “Would you be willing to meet with me and Liam? I know you two said you weren’t exactly on friendly terms, but I’d like to sit with both of you and explain.” “Sure,” he said, grinning while thinking she could just come on over now and get them both, but that might tip the delicate balance of this situation and make both Jenny and Liam run. “When?” “I don’t know. Liam isn’t answering his phone,” she replied, worry creeping into her voice. “I’m sure he’s fine. He was pretty upset, but when I last saw him, he was okay. Maybe he just went for a run or something.” Sasha didn’t want her to worry, even if he couldn’t tell her how he was so sure Liam was just fine. “Well, if you’re cool with it, then I’ll call you as soon as I get a hold of Liam. Maybe we could meet at my place? I’m sure Myra will vacate for an evening.” “You bet, love. I’ll be there.” Sasha reached out to cover Liam’s mouth as the other man stirred, not wanting him to alert Jenny. When those green eyes widened and Liam started to struggle, Sasha shook his head, waggling the phone and mouthing, ‘Jenny’. Liam relaxed immediately. “Thanks, Sasha,” she said. “I… thanks. I’ll talk to you again soon. I really do love you, you know?” “I know, sweetie. I do. Just let me know when, okay? Bye.” “Bye.” She hung up and Sasha stretched to put the handset back in the cradle, rubbing all along Liam as he went. “Morning.” Liam blinked at him, then groaned. “God, why the fuck did I come home with you?” “Because I’m irresistible.” That went over like a lead balloon. Sasha heard it in Liam’s low growl. Still, he couldn’t help but tease more. “You know you love it,” he said, tickling Liam’s ribs. “Fuck off,” Liam spat, rolling away. Then Liam rocked back into his touch. Hoo, yeah. The mouth said no. The body said yes. Sasha moved even closer to Liam, his hand slipping to the small of Liam’s back as he leaned in to take a kiss, his mouth against Liam’s. Liam’s lips were still swollen from the night before, and his beard felt scratchy and short against Sasha’s chin. Hell, Sasha figured his own whiskers scraped just as bad. That was one advantage to loving on a man instead of a woman. No tender cheeks to burn. Jenny had her advantages too though. Like not having to pretend to fight him like Liam did. Liam squirmed out from under him, panting, rumbling, those green eyes full of fire. “Stop it. I gave in last night because I was horny. I needed release. Today is a brand new day.” “Yeah. Today you’ll give in because you want to. Come on, Liam. It’s good between us.” Sooner or later the stubborn idiot would admit it. Hopefully sooner. Sasha was too damned hard to quit now.

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“No,” Liam said, the word sounding final. “You didn’t say that the second time we rubbed off last night. Or when you gave me that hand job at three am.” It was just in his nature to push and push. Sasha didn’t know any other way. “Well, I can’t help it. You’re an insatiable bastard.” Oh, was that a hint of laughter in Liam’s voice? “Sure you can,” Sasha said, capitalizing on it. He grabbed Liam’s hand and dragged it under the covers where his cock throbbed and bobbed, begging for attention. “You can help me right now.” Liam moaned a little, his fingers working him, before Liam shook that shaggy head of red hair. “How do you do this? How do you get to me?” “I want you. That’s a hard thing to resist.” Moving like lightning before Liam changed his mind, Sasha rolled on top, letting the motion rub his cock and Liam’s hand down against Liam’s crotch. “Good. Oh, fuck that’s good.” “Unh,” Liam agreed, or at least it sounded like agreement. Felt like it too, the way Liam moved under him, legs spreading and hips pushing up and up. Sasha shut up for a while, continuing his assault on Liam’s senses, trying to make him understand through actions what words failed to prove. They were good together. They moved like they were made to be right where they were, just like Sasha did with Jenny. He’d bet Liam and Jenny moved exactly that way too. The kisses went on and on, getting so hot they almost scalded him. Their sweat eased their way, letting them rub faster and harder. Sasha wasn’t sure he’d be happy with just rubbing this time though. “Want to fuck you,” he said, amazed at the roughness of his own voice. “Want to now. Been a long time, Liam. Let me.” “I shouldn’t,” Liam said, but he sounded unconvinced. “I haven’t let anyone since you.” “Then you’re not giving up anything. Not your pride, not anything. It’s always been me, babe.” It had always been Liam for him too. Now it was Liam and Jenny. They’d be a pack of three, their very own family. “I still think you’re a fuckhead,” Liam growled, but damned if the man didn’t open for him, spreading, giving it up. Liam’s scent hit him, deep and heavy. So musky and male it made his mouth water. Sasha took two seconds to rummage in his nightstand, looking for the damned… a ha! Lube. He hadn’t needed it in ages but to stroke off, so he hadn’t even been sure it was there. It was, and there was enough for him to liberally smear up two fingers so he could press them against Liam’s hole. All he needed to do was get a little stretch, a little wetness there. Just a little. Liam helped, bearing down on his fingers, opening right up. When the man decided to give himself, he went all the way. Sasha worked his fingers in, opening Liam up for him, getting them both ready, slow but sure. Maybe he went too slowly for Liam because the man squirmed and arched and cussed him some, starting to pant. The most beautiful flush covered Liam’s face and chest, that fair skin not hiding a thing from him. Not one

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thing. Liam’s cock wasn’t hiding anything either, simply bobbing up and down for him, slapping Liam’s flat belly. “Are you ready for me, Liam?” Sasha asked, knowing the answer already. He could feel it as Liam relaxed around him, hot and good. “Yeah. I’m fucking ready. Stop gloating and fuck me already,” Liam said, reaching for him, his hands closing over Sasha’s arms as Liam half sat up and dragged him forward. “And you say I’m the impatient bastard?” Grinning, Sasha moved into place, the head of his cock pushing at Liam’s hole as he added more lube to the mix. “No,” Liam said. “I said you were an insatiable bastard. I’m the impatient one.” “Gotcha.” He did have Liam too, right where he wanted him. Sasha thrust hard, pressing inside Liam’s body, feeling Liam open up for him, tight yeah, but ready. For him. The heat astonished him, made him shudder, his head snapping back as his eyes rolled back. “Fuck, Liam…” “That’s the idea,” Liam agreed, hands landing on Sasha’s hips to get them moving. “Now.” “Yeah. Oh, yeah.” All he could do was rock into Liam and let Liam pull and push, hands and hips really working him, moving him back and forth. The friction and the heat were enough to make him grit his teeth against a moan, his belly and balls so tight Sasha thought he might just snap in two. It finally occurred to him that he ought to touch Liam back, and Sasha unclenched his hands and forced them to move, letting them slide over Liam’s chest, pinching those tiny nipples between his fingers. Liam cried out for him, tossing his head back and forth, his body bucking up under Sasha’s and forcing him even deeper. Jesus. So good. “Sasha… please,” Liam groaned, legs coming up to wrap around him. He had to blink sweat out of his eyes to see Liam’s face as he stared down. “Please what, babe?” he asked. “What do you want?” “Touch me here,” Liam answered, pulling Sasha’s hand down to his straining cock, closing his fingers around it, pulling his hand up and down. Hard and hot, covered with the thinnest, sweetest skin, Liam’s cock felt amazing in his hand, throbbing with Liam’s pulse. Sasha counted the beats and let his hips move in time, the rhythm of their breathing falling in together so they moved like one man. Nothing that hot could burn forever though. Before Sasha could even blink, Liam was coming for him, hot and wet, spilling over his hand and their bellies. The scent of Liam’s come had him groaning, had him coming like a ton of bricks, filling Liam deep and hard as his hips lost the rhythm and he thrust a few last graceless thrusts. They sort of collapsed together in a sticky, sweaty pile, both of them moaning a little when they separated. Sasha kissed Liam’s mouth, his tongue coming out to taste the hot, salty flavor of Liam’s sweat. They touched in random, lazy patterns, settling on holding on and relaxing together.

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“You need to call Jenny,” Sasha said. “So we can all get together.” “And tell her what? That you and I have kissed and made up, and if she wants to go on fucking us both it’s okay?” “If that’s what it takes, yeah.” Sasha covered Liam’s mouth with his hand when he heard the indrawn breath Liam took, no doubt to protest. “Look, we’ll work it out. Neither of us is willing to give her up, and I think you and I can figure something out. Okay?” “No,” Liam grumbled. “It’s not okay. It’ll do for now though, ‘cause I could really use a nap.” Sasha grinned, nodding and nuzzling his face into Liam’s neck. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Naps are good. We’ll work out the rest later.” With any luck, he thought, things would go his way. He wouldn’t let it play out any other way. *** “Sasha seems to have taken it pretty well,” Jenny said, chewing her fingernail while she watched Myra do some weird, inverted yoga pose. “Liam’s not returning my calls though.” Myra breathed in through her nose and made this odd sound as she straightened, sort of like a bull moose in full rut. Jenny thought it might be an ohm gone wrong. Flipping a strand of bright orange hair out of her face, Myra glanced over, looking all serene. “Well, you always said Liam was the more sensitive of the two,” Myra said. “Maybe you just need to wait until after the full moon. It’s close, you know. Makes emotions run right under the surface.” Jenny gave her a look. “I am well aware. Hello! Wolf here.” “Yeah, yeah.” Bending, Myra twisted and reached, looking at Jenny from under her right armpit. “Men are different though. They’re not reasonable.” “You’re just saying that because Mr. Bank Manager turned out to be a neurotic mess,” Jenny said with a snort. “Liam’s not like that.” “He might not have been before. It’s one thing to think your girl is doing someone else. It’s another thing to know it, and to know the guy who’s doing the doing,” Myra said, straightening again with an audible back pop. “That didn’t even make sense.” Sighing, Jenny got up and paced a little. “I should go to work.” “No, you should go have a life. You have someone filling in.” Myra waggled a finger at her, continuing. “You don’t have to work just because you don’t have a date for the first time in like forever.” “Oh… go break your back, will you?” Okay, so it hit closer to home than she liked. Jenny was used to having someone there when she had an itch to scratch. Sasha would no doubt be there in a heartbeat, but she felt weird going out with him again before she talked to Liam. It just didn’t seem fair. Myra laughed her deep, hearty laugh and went over into a backbend, proving how unlikely that would be. Her voice sounded weird upside down and backwards as she returned, “Go to the mall. Buy

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something hot. Wear it under a raincoat to Liam’s or something.” She thumped Myra’s belly on the way by to get her coat and purse. Myra grunted. It was a very satisfying sound. “That’s a good idea,” Jenny said, tugging her hat on. “Or half a one, anyway. I’m going to Liam’s. I’ll see you later.” “Be careful!” Myra called. “He might bite.” She could only hope to be so lucky. The problem was that Liam wasn’t home. Cursing, Jenny yanked out her cell phone and dialed his number, hoping this time he’d choose to answer her. No way was he still at work. Maybe she’d catch him in an unguarded moment or something. “Hello?” came from the other end of the connection, Liam’s Irish lilt, unmistakable. “Hi,” Jenny breathed on a sigh of relief. “You ready to talk to me now?” “What, love? My signal sucks.” It did too, cutting in and out on them, making him sound staticy and oddly tinny. “I said, I’m looking for you. Where can I find you?” she all but shouted. “I’m at Seven Falls. Come on up. I’ll meet you at stair one-twelve.” Great. Trust him to want her to climb. Still, she loved Seven Falls. Jenny got back in her car and headed toward Cheyenne Avenue, following it out to Colorado Springs’ most famous waterfall. The days shortened every week, and tonight the last rays of sun barely shone as she hit the parking area, grabbing her extra hoodie out of the backseat and shrugging it on before putting her coat back on. Climbing up the two-hundred some odd steps that ran along the side of the falls would be cold as a witch’s tit in a brass bra. One advantage to being a werewolf was that she didn’t need a flashlight, even though dark had pretty well descended by the time she arrived at the steps. Not many people stayed out there late in the evening when it got cold, and she met one guy and his yellow lab coming down as she climbed up. The lab growled at her and Jenny growled back, too low for the dog’s owner to hear but loud enough to send the dog scrambling. Normally she would have tried to make friends. Tonight she was on a mission. Liam met her at step one-twelve, always as good as his word. His grin looked wide and white in the gathering gloom. “Have you gone from treating the domestics to terrorizing them then?” he asked, the lilt in his voice more pronounced with his laughter. “Saw that, did you?” she asked in return. He looked good. So good, it made her ache. “I was just warding off trouble. Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor.” “Sure. You know all about discretion.” Liam rolled his shoulders. “Sorry. That was a cheap shot, and you didn’t really deserve it.” If he could apologize when she did deserve it, then they’d do fine. Somehow.

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“So,” Jenny began. “Are we okay? Or, I mean, are you willing to work on being okay?” “Let’s walk.” He started off up the steps, and Jenny figured either he’d toss her off the falls and claim it was an accident, or they’d find a nice, secluded, not so damned cold place for a little nookie. She knew which option she preferred. The top of the falls looked amazing in the growing moonlight, the almost full moon making her fingers twitch and her skin tingle. Almost time to run with it. Almost. The fine spray from the rushing water hit her face in tiny waves of mist, making her turn toward Liam to escape it. “Which way?” she asked, pointing to the trailhead options. The top of the falls had some of the best trails in the country. She and Liam had hiked them many times. “Come on,” Liam said, taking her hand and pulling her off to the left, up a fairly gentle grade, up the trail to Inspiration point. It made a decent night hike. His hand, huge and square and warm, felt so good that she gasped. “You all right?” he asked, peering at her through the night. “Uh-huh. I just missed you is all.” “Yeah, well, I’m sure you and Sasha had plenty to talk about,” he said, but the snark she expected wasn’t there. In fact, he looked kinda guilty. “I called him once,” she returned. “But I was waiting to see him until we could all sit down together. I know you don’t like him much…” she trailed off, rubbing his hand with her thumb. Liam shrugged. “He’s okay. I mean, we have our issues, he and I. You know, I’m pretty alpha.” She did know. Almost as tough as Sasha, but with a gooey center Sasha just didn’t have. That was a key difference, and one reason she’d always need both of them. “Yeah,” she said. “So what did he do, best you or something?” He slanted her a wry look. “Or something. More than once. The bachelor pack is competitive as hell, love. I ended up showing him my throat one too many times.” Well, that made sense, she supposed. She’d never really understand the male of the species. That was for sure. “So, I suppose us all sort of… seeing each other is out?” “All seeing…” he stopped to give her a look, his hand tightening on hers. “You and Sasha, I swear.” “What does that mean?” she asked. “Did he have the same idea or something?” Again he just said, “Or something,” with an odd twist of his mouth and pulled her to him, reeling her in with her captive hand. “I should bow to the inevitable, shouldn’t I?” Before she could answer, he bent to kiss her, his mouth a little wet from the falls still, a little metallic from all the minerals in the water. Jenny took the kiss happily, rising up on tiptoes to put her arms around his neck. Happier than she could express that he still wanted her. That he wasn’t going to give up on them. He kissed her hard, bending her back over his arm, more forceful than she could ever remember. She took it happily, her nipples drawing up with more than the cold, her cunt starting to throb, wet and hot for

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him. Something about him screamed alpha this time, like he had something to prove. Hell, maybe he did. Lifting her, Liam hauled her off the trail, his hair brushing her cheek as he turned one way, then another, looking, probably judging their options. Rock or tree? Luckily, Liam chose a tree, pushing her up against a tall pine or fir or whatever the hell it was and pressing against her, his cock rubbing on her through their clothes. “Want you,” he growled, sounding so possessive, so fucking aggressive. “Same here,” she said, yanking at his jacket and the flannel shirt underneath. Officially the trail closed at dark. They should be pretty well alone, and if they gave the chipmunks a show, then so be it. Her feet touched the ground just long enough for Liam to get her naked, and then he lifted her again, the rough bark of the tree digging into her back as he spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He’d gotten his own jeans open while she tore at his shirt, so she had his skin against hers, even if scratchy denim still rubbed the tender insides of her thighs. They kissed again, so hard her lips started to swell, the slight bruising a delicious, tiny pain. Liam wasted no time lining his cock up, the blunt head pushing at her cunt, sliding inside her with a single, easy thrust. That sensation was less pain and more stretch, so good she could just howl with it. The moon had risen over the trees, crazy yellow and almost full enough, but not quite. Liam looked up at it too before giving her a wild smile and starting to move, in and out. His cock felt huge, hot and so damned hard. Jenny clutched at Liam’s shoulders and took everything he had to give. Every little bit. The night ceased to feel cold. Now they was steamy hot, with sweat dripping out of her hair, off his exposed skin. They strained, the only sound their panting breath, Liam’s grunts, and the sound of their skin moving wetly together. The tree creaked and groaned as they rocked, the cool breeze making a delicious contrast to her hot skin. Liam touched her too. One hand cupped her ass, the other slid on her breasts, his thumb stroking her nipples before he reached down between them and found her clit, working it hard and fast. That did it. Her whole body arched, her legs straining as she bucked against him, crying out with the pleasure of it as she came. Jenny clamped down hard on him with her inner muscles. One more thrust and Liam hollered back, his hips pinning her to the tree as he shot hard inside her, his come hot and wet and probably going to drip down her thighs, darn it. Not that she really cared right then, but she knew she’d cuss the mess later. Liam leaned against her, licking at the sweat on her neck and keeping the night air at bay. Jenny stroked his hair, loving the way the damp curls clung to her fingers. “So are we going to meet with Sasha?” she asked, knowing now was the time to press the advantage. “Yeah, love,” Liam replied, rubbing noses with her. “Yeah. I’ll do it. For you.” Jenny couldn’t ask more than that. She could hope, sure. Good thing both Sasha and Liam were irresistible.

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Chapter 5

They’d agreed to meet for dinner. Liam felt a bit petty, but he’d picked the place, and he chose Jack Quinn’s. The Irish style pub was as close as any in the Springs to the ones he’d known back home, for all that he’d been a child then and had only gone on special occasions with his folks. Tonight they had a ceili band. Bangers and mash was the special, though the Irish breakfast any time looked fine too. Liam arrived early and settled in, tapping his foot to the music and trying not to wonder what the hell he was doing. He was meeting his girlfriend about becoming a threesome with his ex-best friend. That’s what he was doing, and for God’s sake, what kind of idiot did that make him? Liam sucked down more of his Guinness, the moon pulling at him, reminding him that tomorrow night he would need to make sure his boss at the construction site knew he was “out of town” for three days. Then he would run. Hunt. God, he needed that. “You’re early,” Sasha said, his shadow fell over Liam, making Liam tense up and flush hot. “I wanted to settle in a bit. You’re early too. What, afraid I’ll tell Jenny about you fucking me?” He couldn’t help it. He had to snarl a little. One of Sasha’s coal black brows winged upward, and a smile quirked his lips in a way that made Liam want to kill him. Or kiss him. “Maybe I was afraid you wouldn’t,” Sasha said, pulling out a chair and waving to the waitress to order an ale. “So, what do you like here?” Liam looked at the menu. “The special is always good. The Irish stew might be more to your liking though. It ought to remind you of goulash.” “How sweet of you to think of my cultural needs,” Sasha said, laughing out loud. “Well, I see you two have started in already,” Jenny said, sliding into the chair next to Liam which pleased him absurdly. Sasha stood and leaned over to kiss her cheek, smiling. “If we’d started in, we wouldn’t be in public. We thought it more polite to wait for you.” Oh, God. That bastard. Liam figured every freckle he had just ran together, his blush so hot he could light the candle lamp on the table with it. Jenny though, she gave them both a speculative look, purely female and very interested. “I might pay to see that,” she said. “Why, when you can get it for free?” Sasha asked, handing her a menu. “Liam says the bangers are

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good.” When Sasha’s foot hit his under the table, Liam thought it must be a mistake, but it stayed, running up and down his ankle. Jenny’s hand landed on this thigh right about then, and Liam tried to swallow his tongue and breathe in beer. While he choked, Jenny ordered an Irish coffee and they got the Jack Quinn’s trio appetizer with beef crostini, bangers, and some kind of baked shrimp dip. Meanwhile, they both seemed determined to drive him mad, touching and teasing. His cock was so hard he could drive nails with it, and that was the truth. Liam cleared his throat. “Right then. We’re supposed to be talking, yeah?” Jenny glanced up from under lowered lashes, flirty as could be, her blue eyes sparkling. “Right. About you and me and Sasha.” “Which I think is a great idea,” Sasha added, toes digging into Liam’s calf. “You both already know that.” “I don’t…” Liam trailed off when Jenny’s hand slid between his legs, his eyes going wide and his voice just gone. “Don’t,” she said, squeezing a little. “Don’t say no yet. Let’s talk about it. Think about it.” “I was just gonna say, I’m not sure I can,” Liam said. “I don’t know if I can share, now that I… I mean. It was one thing when I didn’t know who it was.” “That should make it easier,” Sasha said, meeting his gaze head on. “We used to be friends, babe.” He couldn’t think. His body was in overdrive and it wasn’t fair to ask him to make decisions when they were touching him that way, and when the appetizer arrived and he could smell food and… Damn it. “Stop it,” Liam finally growled. “Just stop. I want to enjoy my supper and think about it for a bit, all right?” Very gently he removed Jenny’s hand from his lap before not so gently kicking Sasha in the shin. Sasha laughed, damn his eyes. “Well, as long as you’re willing to consider it,” Sasha said. “We’ll stop pressuring you, won’t we, Jen?” “For now,” she agreed, grinning at him over a bite of steak and bread. They did stop pressuring him too. Dinner went well, filled with good food and good conversation. Liam even got Jenny to dance with him when the band struck up their second set. They got all hot and sweaty, hopping from foot to foot and holding hands, while Sasha hooted and hollered from the edges of the crowd. He hadn’t had so much fun in ages, much as he hated to admit it. He still wasn’t sure if he was ready to become part of a pack of three though. When Jenny excused herself to go to the ladies’ room, Sasha finally caught him one big hand cupping his elbow. “Let’s go back to your place, Liam. We need to talk some more. You’re farther out and you don’t have a Myra. Just in case we get busy and don’t leave before first moon.”

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A short stare down later, Liam found himself nodding. “All right. Sure. But if I ask you to leave, you will, yeah?” “I will. I promise.” That look was rock solid, and Liam had to admit Sasha had always been as good as his word. “Then we’ll go, but I won’t promise anything,” Liam added. “I just don’t know, Sasha.” “We’ll have to set out to make you sure then,” Sasha said, grinning and moving close to rub bodies a little. “Hey, are we going or what?” Jenny asked, slipping between them when she came back, putting an arm about both their waists. “I kinda… want to get out of here.” “Me too,” Sasha agreed, stroking Liam’s arm and Jenny’s shoulder. “This one’s on me.” Liam almost bristled as Sasha paid the bill, since it implied all sorts of things, but he let it go when Jenny turned her big, pleading blue eyes up at him. “Don’t,” she said, one hand settling low on his belly to pet, soothing him. “Can’t you just relax? For me?” He glared, a rumble rising in his chest. “Well excuse me, Miss Herself. It’s the weirdest fucking situation I’ve ever been in, all right? It might take me some time to get used to it.” Her expression melted into concern. “I know. I just… I love you both. I’m not willing to lose either of you.” “Well, you might not have a choice. We’ll see.” “All set,” Sasha said as he came back, looking from one to the other. “We’ll meet at your place, Liam?” “We will.” Detaching himself from both of them, Liam headed for the door, stopping at the table to grab his jacket. “I’ll see you there.” He needed a few minutes alone to think about this whole mess. How on earth had it gotten from “I love Jenny” to -- “maybe I have to share her” to -- “maybe the other guy wants both of us?” It all boggled his bloody mind. The drive out to his place usually seemed too long. Tonight it seemed to take all of five seconds. He paced outside, waiting for them to pull up behind him. Sasha should be first. He always drove like a loony. Jenny would be right on Sasha’s ass, always pushing the edge, always wanting to take on the guys and win. Liam felt the moon pull at him, the prickle on the back of his neck heavy as he looked up. Swollen. Almost ready. The roar of Sasha’s Mustang cut through the trees. Soon enough, the man himself stood in front of Liam, the Mustang still rocking on its springs. He could hear Jenny’s car even as Sasha kissed him, holding him in place with one big hand behind his neck, leaving him blinking when Sasha pulled away. “You were thinking too much,” Sasha said. “I could tell.”

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“I was looking at the moon.” Of course, he’d been thinking and panicking too, but he wasn’t going to say it to Sasha. Gravel crunched under Jenny’s shoes when she walked up to them. “She’s pretty tonight,” Jenny agreed. “I’d say we sit out on the porch, but it’s getting chilly.” “Let me take the edge off,” Sasha said, sliding a hand around Jenny’s waist and pulling her up to kiss her. The kiss left her blinking, her lips swollen, and it took all of Liam’s control not to throw one of them to the ground. He wanted to push Sasha, to beat him to a pulp, and Jenny, well, he wanted to fuck her senseless. “Let’s go in,” Liam growled, putting his feet down firmly and all but tearing the door off its hinges. The moment they made it into the kitchen Jenny was on him, pulling his head down and kissing him good and hard. Her hands slid into his hair, her fingers plucking at the curls and her tongue pushed into his mouth to taste him. It felt like she was daring him to do the same. Sasha pushed in behind him, pelvis rocking against his ass. A lot of the growly went right out the window. The protest that rose was smothered by kisses. Sasha moved around, his big body rubbing all the way, and joined his kiss with Jenny. The three way action gave Liam the shivers, making him grunt and push and ask for more with his whole body. To hell with the fighting. They could, and probably would, do that later. For now, Liam would give in and let them have him. Oh, the horror. His clothes seemed to disappear, and he only felt the cold for maybe a second. Then they closed around him again. Sasha’s hands were on his ass, Jenny’s hands closing around his cock, both of them licking and kissing and stroking his skin. All he could do was feel. Sasha’s cock, still covered by his pants, prodded Liam’s hip and he could feel the softness of Jenny’s breasts against his upper arm. He needed… skin. He needed their skin. Shaking them off, Liam reached for Jenny first, ripping at her clothes, not caring if they tore. Sasha helped him, laughing as Liam growled, and slapped at those big hands, wanting to do it himself. “Come on, babe,” Sasha said. “Two of us can get it done that much faster.” When he turned to bare his teeth, Sasha kissed him. Hard. That cleared the whole thinking thing right up again. He thought he heard Jenny moan, and then her hands were on him, pinching his nipples, nails sinking into his hip. How they got Jenny’s clothes off he didn’t know. Sasha’s clothes he remembered though, because Jenny cut the man off at the knees and he crashed to the floor. Both Jenny and Liam attacked him, baring all that fine, sweet skin for them to touch and taste. Liam started at the top, kissing Sasha fiercely on the mouth, and soon realized Jenny was playing a game of follow the leader. As soon as he let Sasha up for air, Jenny moved in and kissed Sasha so hard the man moaned, then leaned back and looked at him expectantly.

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Oh, yeah. With Jenny helping, he’d bet they could make Sasha lie there and take it instead of taking control like Sasha always managed to do. This time they had the upper hand. He grinned down into Sasha’s golden eyes and bent to lick at the strong throat, leaving a damp trail for Jenny to follow before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. Jenny slid right down behind him, her teeth worrying the same spot and making Sasha grunt. Sasha rumbled a little, reaching for them, and Liam hooted as Jenny slapped Sasha’s hands away this time, growling low at him. “No,” Jenny said. “It’s our turn to play. You have to just sit there and take it.” The urge to fight them had to be strong. In fact, Liam could see it in the tense and pull of Sasha’s muscles as they bunched against the very idea, the man’s whole body obviously screaming denial. Damned if Sasha didn’t sit back though, propped up on his elbows, letting them have their way. Jenny gave them a triumphant rumble before nudging Liam. “So what’s next?” she asked, her eyes twinkling bright blue. “I think here,” Liam replied, putting his hand on Sasha’s chest, his palm over the tiny, male nipple. Jenny hooted. “Cool. There’re two of them.” With that she bent to lick at one, her pink tongue almost shocking against Sasha’s darker skin, really giving Liam a show. One that made him ache with his lust. Moaning, Liam bent to the other nipple, moving his hand so he could kiss it before worrying it with his teeth. The hitch in Sasha’s breath told him all sorts of things, as did the heavy hand that fell on the back of his neck to pull him closer. That nipple drew right up for him, tight as anything, flushed dark when he lifted his head to blow cool air on it and grin at Jenny as she did the same. “Lower?” she asked. Liam nodded, giving her an evil smile. “Lower,” he agreed. Sasha groaned, the cut muscles of his fine belly quivering, his cock straining, begging for attention. Liam understood that. His own cock ached, and he rubbed it against Sasha’s leg, letting the pressure and friction ease him a little, even as it jacked up the pleasure. He felt Jenny chuckle against his cheek as she reached for him, giving him a few good pumps, making him shake before she let go to take Sasha’s cock in hand. “Let’s blow his mind, Liam,” she said, fingers pushing Sasha’s foreskin back and forth. “Come on.” “You know it, love,” Liam said, and while she held Sasha’s cock firmly, Liam bent to lick at the slit. Whole body arching, Sasha grunted, hips starting to spank the air. Jenny laughed out loud and moved to help, her tongue teasing Sasha’s hot flesh. God. Oh, God it was good, both of them working Sasha over. Jenny’s mouth sliding down the hard cock, lips closing hard and sucking, then pulling off so Liam could suck and lick and get his fill. They took turns, both of them taking Sasha in as deep as they could. Jenny’s breasts pressed against his arm, and he could smell her cunt as her hips rocked. Sasha was just flying with the pleasure, his cock

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hard enough to pound nails, balls drawn up against the base of his cock when Liam reached down to cup them and roll them. They made a fine pack this way at least, all of them just needing something fierce. Finally it was Jenny who pulled away, her face set in determined lines. “I want… I want someone. In me,” she said, glancing back and forth between him and Sasha. Proving he could have gotten up any time he wanted, Sasha shrugged them both off, surging to his hands and knees. “I fuck Liam while he fucks you,” Sasha said, growling at Liam when he began to protest. “That way, it’s like I get to have you both at the same time.” He stared at Sasha for a long while before nodding. Yeah, okay, he could do that. This time. There would come a day, though, when he would play the alpha and fuck that tight ass into oblivion. Jenny rolled to her back, spreading her arms and legs. “I want to see,” she said. “Come on. Please?” The please came out more like a demand than a plea, but Liam didn’t argue. He wanted to be buried in her too badly. Gripping her thighs, Liam moved between them, the soft skin brushing his legs as his cock pushed against the curls covering her mound. She was so wet for him that when he prodded between the lips of her cunt with his cock, she opened right up for him and took him in. He slipped in hard and fast. “Love,” he said, panting as he thrust. “Oh, love.” “Yeah. Liam. Oh, God. Sasha, come on, before I get too close,” Jenny said, a deep flush rising on her breasts and throat. He’d almost forgotten Sasha. Almost. He couldn’t deny the man anymore though. When two wet fingers sank into his ass and pushed, opening him wide, Liam went still, trying to adjust while sweat dripped off his forehead and his abs went crazy, the muscles twitching. When Sasha replaced fingers with cock, it was almost more than Liam could take, the stretch and burn making him cry out, a short, sharp bark of pleasure. Then they all moved together, Sasha thrusting into him and pushing him into Jenny. Eyes wide, Jenny watched him, mouth open as she breathed heavily. Sasha bit down on the back of his neck, drawing a deep howl from him as pleasure sent him out of himself, making him shake and buck and need so badly… Liam had no idea how long it went on. It could have been minutes or it could have been hours. All he knew was the slick feel of Jenny’s cunt, the thick shaft of Sasha’s cock, and the feel of their hands and mouths on his skin, inside and out. Then he came and the whole world shorted out, his brain going to white noise and static as he shot so deep into Jenny he figured he’d never be separated from her again. When Sasha filled his ass with hot come, Liam just moaned, the sensation so good that he never wanted to be free of it. No matter what his poor, battered brain tried to tell him. They all collapsed together on the floor, the moon pulling at them, making them squirm. Liam could feel it trying to lengthen his bones, pulling the wolf out of his skin. He sighed, nuzzling Jenny’s throat as Sasha licked the sweat from his shoulder. “Are you ready to consider that pack of three now, babe?” Sasha asked.

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Liam gave in with hardly a qualm. “Yeah. As long as we take it day by day.” “You know it. Jen?” Sasha asked her too, peering around Liam’s shoulder. “Only if we can all move in here. We can run out here and it’s closer to the clinic.” She stroked his back, then Sasha’s cheek. “I want you both.” “Then that’s what we’ll do,” Liam agreed, feeling like he was giving up something in the way of control but knowing he was gaining a lot more than he’d lose. “Cool.” Then Jenny chuckled. “But what are we going to do with Myra? I can’t just leave her alone.” Liam felt it all through his body, starting where they were joined, as Sasha laughed. “You just leave that to me,” Sasha said. “You might say I have a talent for matchmaking.”

Epilogue

The moon rose full and high, almost brooding in the sky. Under it, they ran, a red wolf with an odd curl to his coat, a sweet brown and gray she wolf with a free stride and laughing blue eyes, and him, the black wolf, bigger than the others. He protected them. That was his job. They were his pack. Sasha ran, following Liam and Jenny as they followed a scent. Maybe a rabbit or a deer, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he loved them, and he had them now and he was never letting them go. His plan had worked. That was good enough for him.

Julia Talbot

Julia Talbot resides in the Southwest of the United States with her dog and several houseplants, and has not quit her day job. She has a penchant for blank books, gay porn, and big, ugly hats. She can most often be found in coffee shops and restaurants, scribbling in her notebook and entertaining other diners

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with her mutterings.

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