Hide and Seek

“Come on in!” I call from the dining room when I hear a knock at the door.The door swings open, followed by the sounds of my best friends—Jai Vlk, Rowen, Alexander, and Jacob Vegter—bickering as usual.“No way, man,” Jacob says. “I bet one of you trio kids is going to be Chris’s mate. No chance it won’t happen. Same with Jared. Too much mystical mumbo jumbo around you guys. The Moon Goddess isn’t letting any of you escape fate.”Jacob carries my Aunt Arya and Uncle Dev’s last name, but he isn’t their biological kid. His parents died during the wolf war—his father, Isaac, as a spy, and his mother, Lacey, in childbirth. Aunt Arya took him in because Isaac had meant so much to her. They were in the same pack before Matthias—our very own homophobic villain—lost his damn mind over who was sleeping with who and started a war with my parents for being gay. Real original.Jacob’s always known he was different. Aunt Arya and Uncle Dev never hid anything—they told him who he was, who his parent

Fuck! I can’t believe this is actually happening. I’ve felt some kind of way about Jared since I had figured out that I’m attracted to men. Coming out in our community isn’t really a big deal anymore. It’s something that our parents and many of the other members of our packs being parts of trios have normalized. And, somehow, my parents knew before I did. They said that it was the way that I not only talked about the other boys in my class, but the way that I talked about Jared specifically. Being near him always had me tied up in knots. Whenever we went to visit Pop’s old pack lands to see Uncle Zak, Uncle Brandon, Gramma Lauren, Grampa Richard, and Pop Carl, I would be drawn to him. As a child, it was because he was witty, always coming up with the best games, knowing the best places to find wild raspberries and blackberries. He was funny and an amazing secret keeper. As we grew older and started our training, I watched with fascination as his body started to fill out. Th

I have no idea how long we stay at the club. I don’t even remember how we get to my place, but somehow Esteban and I end up there. All I can recall are his hands, everywhere—each touch sending waves of pleasure through me. We must’ve taken a taxi or an Uber or something, but the only thing I remember is being in his lap, his fingers teasing, driving me insane.He whispered to me through the mindlink so the driver wouldn’t hear:You’re so beautiful, Chris. It’s like you were made for me. You feel so good when I’m inside you. I can’t wait to bury myself in that tight pussy again. Did you like the feel of me? Did my cock please you? I’m going to make you cum over and over and over. I’m going to make you scream my name until you’re hoarse and your body can’t take the pleasure anymore.His hands roamed everywhere—except where I wanted them. He never touched my nipples, never dipped into my core. Just slow, maddening teases.And then we were outside again, sprinting up the stairs to my apart

I wake to the scent of cedar and smoke and strong arms wrapped around me. I’m the little spoon to a muscled, deliciously warm, amazing-smelling big spoon. I smile at the pleasant soreness between my legs—a glowing reminder of just how thoroughly Esteban used me last night.I stretch with a soft moan, only for Esteban’s arms to tighten around me.“Goddess, baby. You make sounds like that and move that perfect ass on me, and I’m not gonna be able to stop myself from taking you again.” To make his point, he begins to grind his growing erection against my ass.I moan again—can’t help it—with the feel of him pressed against me and the memory of what he did to my body still fresh in my bones.“Fuuuuck,” he groans as his hand slides between my legs. “You’re already wet for me. Look at this. You’re dripping and I haven’t even done anything yet. I love it.”“Esteban… so good,” I breathe as two of his fingers slide into my slick heat. I move against him, shuddering at the feel of his cock nestle

Jared is fucking insatiable.We’ve already gone at it in his bed—three times. Then the couch. Then against the wall. He tackled me to the floor the second I walked out of the bathroom.Now, finally, we’ve made it to the shower. But judging by the heat in his eyes, I know exactly what’s coming next.His hands are slick with soap as they slide over my chest, circling my nipples. I moan before I can stop myself.“Jar,” I whimper, “I don’t think I can take it again. My ass needs a break.”“Then fuck me,” he groans, his mouth finding my nipple and sucking hard.That is my weakness. Jared figured it out fast—and he hasn’t stopped exploiting it. Biting, flicking, pinching, sucking—doesn’t matter. Anything nipple-related turns me into a horny mess. And yeah, it’s working. Again.I suck in a breath. “I’ve never topped before,” I admit, heat blooming in my cheeks. “What if it’s not good?”He lifts his mouth off me and cups my cheek, staring into my eyes like I’ve hung the moon. “There’s no way y