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“If you don’t think you’re up for it, I’m sure we can think of…”

Logan didn’t let him finish the statement, he just bobbed his head, taking half of Rusty’s cock in one go. The moment that warm, wet mouth wrapped around him and sucked, Rusty’s eyes rolled back. It felt like every bone in his body was turning to liquid as Logan’s head bobbed again, taking more each time.

Roark swallowed Rusty’s groans with eager kisses, while Rusty’s hand glided over his mate’s hip, dragging him closer. His fingertips slid over impressions in Roark’s left ass cheek and discovered the remnants of a mating mark.

Logan’s.

Fuck yeah.

He’d been dying to wear his mate’s mark since the day he’d spotted him sprawled on the couch in just his sleep pants, hair fanned out around his face like a messy halo. As important as the bondmarks the Goddess had woven into their flesh, the mating mark was given by choice and instinct when a wolf’s mate accepted the gift the Goddess had granted them. It was meant to seal the three of them together forever, and he couldn’t wait until it was his turn to mark Logan.

With the way his mates had pounced on him, he’d been unable to see if there was a fresh mating mark on Logan’s body from Roark or if Roark had waited for him so they could bite Logan together.

Didn’t matter which way he’d chosen to take things, before sunrise they’d be bound together for the remainder of their days.

A joy and honor Rusty once feared he’d never have the opportunity to experience. Soon, very, very soon, if the way things were ramping up was any indication, he’d get to experience it for the second time.

Logan swirled his tongue around the head of Rusty’s cock, collecting the precum welling up from the tip before sucking him down to the root again.

Pleasure became the only thing he knew, his and his partner’s, though it had been several years since he’d been involved in a threesome and never one where the emotions and sensations were this intense. When his orgasm hit, it damn near blew the top of his skull off, it was so intense. Then Logan’s teeth bit into his inner thigh, and the sudden addition of pain sent him over the moon so far he didn’t care if he ever came down again.

Mine!

The word, possessively snarled in his mind, brought Rusty’s wolf to the surface, howling, demanding to mark his new mate the way Logan had just marked him.

“Yours,” Rusty moaned, shuddering as another aftershock tore through him.

It got to where he wasn’t sure if he was floating among the light spots or if they were dancing in front of his eyes, it was all just bliss and the press of Logan’s head resting on his thigh as he panted, groaning, still keyed up and waiting for Rusty to come down from the high enough to complete the ritual.

Roark’s head rested over his heart, hair lightly tickling Rusty’s chest each time it rose and fell. Rusty’s fingers felt clumsy as he tried to card them through the strands, but he managed, if only to ground himself and gain some small measure of focus.

Have you bitten him yet? Rusty thought to Roark.

Was waiting for you so we could bite him together.

Can’t bite him until I can move. Can’t move until you both do. Problem is that I don’t want you to.

Why do I feel like there is a whole conversation going on that I’m not part of? Logan added his thoughts, but they were clear as day, just like Roark’s, a sure sign that the connection and attraction between them was off the charts.

Apologies. Rusty replied. We were just discussing a particular conundrum I’ve found myself in.

Which is? Logan asked.

Wanting to sink my teeth into you but not wanting either of you to move.

Fair. Just know I’m willing to offer a substantial bribe for any action that gets me my claiming bites.

So, are we moving or sprawling here hoping the afterglow is eternal? Roark asked.

It was going to take time and some serious fucking practice before carrying on two conversations in his head became fluid enough that it didn’t feel like he was losing his mind, but they’d get there. Right now, Rusty wanted to learn more about that bribe.

Debating. Rusty admitted. Our mate is willing to bribe us to bite him. I’m waiting to hear what he’s offering.

“Owe!” Rusty yelped when Logan bit the same spot he’d just marked, with none of the pleasure to go with it.

“Now that I have your attention,” Logan growled. “I think we should table the mental debates until we’ve got a better grasp on three-way conversations. Besides, the only three-way I’m interested in right now involves being inside of one another.”

“Our mate has a silver tongue,” Roark declared, “but that bribe you were telling me about has me curious now.”