Letting Off a Little Steam

       Benedict was the last one in the tower.

       Franco punched the tabletop. “She hates us. What were we thinking not to approach her as wolves rather than humans? Benedict, what were you thinking coming here and breaking into the tower?”

       “I wanted to know more about who she was. Her likes and dislikes. How do you think I found out she’s, our mate? The moment I lay down in her bed, and was surrounded by her scent. Gods, the way my body reacted so fast to it. I knew she was ours. I couldn’t control my reaction to her scent.”

        “You didn’t.”

        Benedict raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I marked her bed, so she’d know who was coming for her.”

        “Benedict, you came on her bed. Gods, no wonder she’s pissed at us. You need to apologize to her.”

        “I can smell her in here. Everything Carrie’s her scent.” Peter mumbled as he sat in a chair. He’d opened his pants. “Think she’s orgasmed right here.” His hand rubbed the front of his pants. The other two men watched him. Franco licked his lips. Anticipation clearly marked on his face. He stepped behind the chair Peter sat in and massaged his shoulders. Caressed his upper arms. Watching Peter, Franco kissed him.

      “We’re a mess. She’s a hard nut to crack, and I made a mistake. But it wasn’t anything we can’t fix.”

      “Peter’s a mess already. I’m sorry, hon.” Peter’s pants were open now, and he rubbed himself.

       “She’s got a magnificent temper. All I wanted to do was take her and please her until she was no longer angry.” His eyes were closed and his face grimaced in tortured need as he breathed in her scent.

       “I’ll help you with that. See Benedict, you need to fix this so we can bring her into the pack fully.” Franco knelt before Peter and moved Peter’s hands from his lap.

      “I’ll help you get some relief from that. Just close your eyes and think one day soon it’ll be her lips wrapped around you. Sharing you desires and passions. You’ll be able to take her and pleasure her.” As Franco spoken, he stroked Peter’s shaft. Peter leaned back in the chair with his eyes closed, panting. His thighs shook.

     Benedict watched them. His bonded mates. Watching them and thinking of Ebony’s lush body, he, too, needed something. Her scent was in his nose, pulling his desires to the surface. “Franco, I want in.” This was a long time code for a threesome. Franco let go of Peter’s shaft once his mouth was on it. He dropped his pants and knelt on his hands and knees, bum thrust up.

      Benedict wanted it to be Ebony he sank into, but this was a comfort and desperate need for release. An expression of love and carrying. Benedict fit himself against Franco’s butt cheeks and pressed himself forward, feeling the telltale give and tight warm pressure around his shaft. Franco moaned over Peter’s shaft and sucked harder. Benedict set the pace, and the three men took solace, comfort, and hope from each other as the scent of their mate played over their senses. It was a little comfort. She wasn’t there. But also a hope for their future and completion of their bonded pack.

       Peter caressed Franco’s head, now watching him taste and suckle his raging shaft. Peter’s shaft played peekaboo with Franco’s lips. The force of his suckling pulling his climax closer to the surface.

      “Gods, that’s so hot to watch.” He looked up and kissed Benedict, who now joined them in finding some comfort and temporary relief. Peter prayed Ebony would be the last player in their pack. Peter wanted her to taste him and experience his desire for her. He wanted her to open her thighs and let him taste her desire. He needed to find his completion deep within her core. That very thought push him over the edge. The rushing pressure in core shot to his shaft. His hands clutch Franco’s head as he climaxed. Franco’s hand was on his own shaft, working it desperately as he too neared his end. Benedict was kissing Peter in need of that physical bond with both of his pack mates. He, too, could feel the building of his own end. He thrust aggressively, growling as he got lost in the abandoned lust that poured from his core to Franco. He kissed Peter with a demanding force as Franco’s lips tore away from Peter’s shaft and he cried out as his own end overwhelmed him and was spent on the floor.

       Franco’s lips glistening with Peter’s completion even as he savoured Benedict’s fulling his butt.

       “Gods, I love you both, but I need her too.” He moaned as all three men settled into the heady feel of their afterglow.

       “You said a mouthful. Gods, I want her with us even now. Can you see her breasts coated in our need? It could only get better with her growing large with our pups. I want to see her sated with her full to the brim with us. Kiss her lips and taste us. See her thighs glistening, knowing we would soon be parents. Gods, she a beckon of hope for our future.”

      The other men agreed with Benedict. She was their future. Their fated mate. The one they would love and cherish until the end.

      “Still need her.” Peter sighed mournfully. “Even if I can’t have her. I want to touch. I need to please her.”

       “I am impatient and want nothing more than make smile as she explodes on my tongue.” Franco said, as he licked his lips. Benedict leaned over as he did up his pants and kissed Franco, tasting Peter and savouring it.

       “That was a good stress relief. When I see her next, I’ll apologize. The three men sat together, sharing their afterglows.

       In their rush for their completion, they missed the trapdoor opening and then closing. Ebony came back from her short run and caught them seeking comfort. Instead of interrupting, she slipped away before they saw her.