All Chapters of Trios: Beginning: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The scent of my two mates mixed together. The flush on Rin’s cheeks. The sound of Severn’s groans.Fuck.I don’t think it’s possible to get any harder than this. My cock pulses, twitches, aches—almost in time with my galloping heartbeat.“Rin,” I rasp, drawing her attention to me. “Lay beside him. I want to see my mates spread out for me.”She flashes me a cheeky grin before sinking down beside Severn, stretching herself wide on the bed. Her glistening, soaked pussy shines in the sunlight filtering through the window. Severn’s cock is already thick, hard, ready, a bead of precum pearling at his tip.Goddess. They’re so fucking beautiful.I want them.It isn’t long before their hands find each other, tracing over bare skin, teasing, exploring. Nothing overtly sexual—not yet—but the tension is thick, electric, sparking in the space between them.I stroke my cock slowly, unable to look away.“I want to watch you touch each other,” I order, voice hoarse with desire.Severn smirks. Rin chuc

“Move your ass, recruit!” Drill Sergeant Moss screams at my buddy and beta-to-be, Nick. “Get your ass up over that Goddess-damned wall!”We’re in the middle of The Crucible—the 54-hour, sleep-deprived, gut-wrenching test every Marine must endure to graduate boot camp.Our unit is exclusively werewolf recruits, separate from the human units on Parris Island, but we still follow standard military separation between males and she-wolves. Werewolves have a long history in the military, with high-ranking wolves spread throughout every branch, even in the White House. It’s the only reason we haven’t been exposed—our healing, endurance, and strength make us too useful.I’ve seen Bhakti Paribartana, the little she-wolf who humiliated me in front of our entire high school biology class two years ago. Back then, she was a year behind me, but she’s so damn smart she graduated early and started college ahead of schedule. Now, somehow, we’ve ended up here together. Guess she decided to join the Cor

It took me a long time to get past my kiss with Bhakti. And the resounding slap after. My buddies gave me shit over it for the longest time. But…Bhakti is someone special to me. She has been for years. I’ve watched her for a long time, fascinated by her intellect and drive. Even as a young pup, there was something about her.I remember when I was seven and fell out of a tree. I had been playing hide-and-seek with several of the other pups and thought they’d never find me up high. I hadn’t expected the branch to snap beneath my weight. I landed badly. Really badly. I broke my left arm in two places, my left leg, and sprained my right wrist and ankle.Bhakti, who had been hiding in the brush nearby, ran to me the moment she heard my scream. At six years old, she took charge. She stopped the game, sent some of the pups to alert her father at the hospital, others to the packhouse to find my father, and still more to the patrols to bring help. Then it was just the two of us.She moved me a

I can’t believe she’s here.That I’m going to spend at least the next year with her.I knew the medics arrived a month before us to help set up the wolf camp, so maybe I can get some information from them. Actually, that might be a good way to get some alone time with Bhakti.Slow your roll, Li. You’re gonna scare the shit out of her with those moon eyes.Nick’s voice in my head jolts me, and I can’t help but glare at him before shooting Bhakti a sheepish look.He’s right, though.I’ve seen her for five minutes, and I’m already scheming ways to spend time with her.Our last interaction didn’t go well—to say the least. My impulsivity and desperation shot me in the foot. Instead of making things right, I got a slap in the face. I need to back off. Play it cool.I sit on the cot across from Nick, watching Bhakti move around the medical tent. She’s scanning charts, giving orders, directing other medics—it’s obvious she holds a lead role here. The commander must trust her a hell of a lot.S

My birthday falls at the very end of August, which meant my parents had to make a choice when I was little. They could either send me to school early or hold me back a year. My mother made the decision for me—she wanted me home just a little longer, wanted one more year of me being her baby before I started my training.So when I finally started school, I was the oldest in my class. I was always the oldest. It made me 19 when I graduated, nearing 20. And it meant I wasn’t in Iraq for long when I turned 21.I was lucky enough that my birthday landed on my day off. I got a long video chat with my family and two care packages.One was from home—three king-sized Snickers bars (my favorite), a fresh razor and shaving cream, pictures from family events, air fresheners (thank the Goddess because Nick’s feet could kill a man), playing cards, sunscreen, and my two absolute must-haves: hot sauce and seasoning salt.The second care package was from my old pack buddies. That one was a lot raunchie