Dare gulped but didn’t move otherwise.
“Or you want to join us?” Bowen asked.
Chiz’s erection died a quick death as he glared at Bowen and hissed. He knew what had happened when he’d fucked around with Bowen!
Bowen blushed and had the decency to look sorry. “I’m just asking,” he said a moment later, “for clarification.”
Dare pulled away from Bowen. “Can I just have it back? I won’t bother either of you anymore. Won’t be stupid about shit like this again.”
Chiz felt bad for Dare—which surprised him. He’d been pissed as fuck with the man for barging in, but…Dare looked so distressed, and battered, and hopeless, and ashamed. Ugh! He looks like a kicked puppy, damn it!
“Get an ice pack made,” Chiz said to Bowen. “And some ibuprofen.”
Bowen opened his mouth and sure looked like he was going to argue, but Chiz bared his teeth at Bowen and that was the end of any potential argument.
From Bowen, anyway.
“Look, I’m an asshole. Just…if you won’t give me the sketch back, burn it,” Dare pleaded. “Tear it up. Something, anything. Mama says I don’t have a lick of sense or talent and—”
“Your mom is awful,” Chiz groused, silently commending himself for not calling her something much worse, and more fitting. “She’s wrong on both counts, okay? Look at me. Dare. Look at me,” Chiz ordered when Dare kept his eyes on the ground. “Dare!”
Dare snapped his gaze up to Chiz’s. “What?”
“This is amazing.” Chiz turned the sketch toward Dare. “How can you think it isn’t? You must have realized how fabulous it was, or else you wouldn’t have sent it to Bowen. You could have sent it to me.” That he hadn’t kind of hurt Chiz, which was stupid. He and Dare didn’t even know each other.
Of course, neither did Dare and Bowen.
Chiz rolled his eyes.
“Sorry,” Dare said.
“That was aimed at me,” Chiz informed him. “Rolling my eyes at my own ridiculous thoughts. This drawing, it’s incredible. You captured the perfect shape of my ass.” Chiz winked and Dare blushed darkly. He was a cute guy, all big and with an air of innocence that came and went. “Bowen’s dick is that big and thick, too. You really didn’t see us?”
Dare shook his head. “Only up here.” He tapped one temple. “It…y’all were pretty vivid in there.”
“Bowen fucked the consciousness right out of me,” Chiz admitted. “Then he did it again. Not right away, but…” He sighed. What the hell was going on between him, Bowen and Dare? The drawing in his hand was proof that some kind of…connection…was already in place between them.
“Just come inside, okay?” Chiz said after a moment. “We’ll discuss the sketch.”
“I should just go,” Dare protested.
Chiz grabbed one of his hands. It was warm and rough, and a jolt of lust shot through Chiz. He stared at Dare, looked him over from head to toes, then back again.
Dare trembled and started to take a step back. “I…I—”
Chiz didn’t know what happened, why it happened. One second, he was standing there, holding Dare’s hand.
And the next, he was kissing the man, pressing close to him, his lips against Dare’s.
It was hard to say who was the most shocked. They jerked apart, Chiz letting go of Dare and gasping, struggling to catch his breath as Dare did the same.
A thousand thoughts raced through Chiz’s mind, but the biggest, scariest one was, did he want to risk doing to Dare what Bowen had, inadvertently, done to him?
And secondly, what would Bowen think of Chiz kissing Dare? Did it matter? Bowen and Chiz hadn’t made any commitments or promises, had they? Did we? Did I just cheat? Shit! Maybe? I don’t know!
He realized that Dare was slowly sneaking off. “Get back here!”
Dare took off running.
Chiz, still holding the sketch, growled and bolted after the man. He heard Bowen shout his name and figured Bowen would be in on the chase too.
They didn’t have far to run. Dare tripped over a root and went flying. He hit the ground hard, and his head connecting with a tree trunk made a sickening sound.
“Oh fuck!” Chiz yelped, skidding on his knees to Dare’s side.
“God, don’t be dead, man,” Bowen panted, his hand shaking as he reached out to touch Dare’s neck. “Don’t be dead.”
Chiz’s heart was going to break right out of his chest. Had they killed the poor guy?
Bowen’s exhalation was shakier than his hand. “He’s alive.”
Chiz looked at Bowen. “I kissed him.”
Bowen nodded, still focused on Dare. “Saw that. Was hot.”
Guilt seeped out of Chiz. “Thought you hated him.”
Bowen shrugged. “Thought I did, too, but…” He finally looked at Chiz. “Doesn’t matter, does it? If I don’t hate him. After what I did to you, I mean.”
God, what a turmoil they were in! Chiz was an emotional mess. He was angry, confused and scared shitless.
He didn’t know what he was going to do, what he could do, about being turned into a creature he hadn’t asked to be. He needed time to think about that, and about Bowen.
But Dare moaned and his thick lashes fluttered, and Bowen murmured softly as he pushed aside a few strands of hair that were stuck to Dare’s sweaty brow.
“It’s gonna be okay, man,” Bowen whispered, and even though Bowen meant it for Dare, Chiz hoped that it was going to be true for all of them.
Chapter Twelve
“Jesus, he’s heavy!” Bowen panted, praying he didn’t lose his grip on the big lug.
“Well, duh, he’s huge.” Chiz sounded just as winded. “Can you walk slower? My legs aren’t as long as yours.”
Which Bowen well knew, as he’d had those sturdy legs wrapped around his hips not that long ago. But too long ago. “Sorry.” He winced and stopped walking altogether. “Help me get him in a fireman’s carry.”
“Gladly,” Chiz grumbled. “Means I won’t get a hernia.”
No, but Bowen might. Dare was taller, muscular yet lanky, and definitely not a dainty guy. Rather than say anything else, Dare remained silent as he and Chiz worked to get Dare in position.
“Wow. He’s got a spectacular ass.” Chiz nodded. “Seriously.”
Bowen turned his head a little, and said spectacular ass was right there, almost in his face. It was a leaner ass than Chiz’s, but Bowen would have bet it was all muscle. His hand tickled with the urge to cup one cheek.
“You’re not going to grope an unconscious man, are you?” Chiz snapped.
Bowen’s attention was right back on Chiz, whose eyes looked more feral wolf than human. “No. I wouldn’t.” Chiz was stunning. It’d been so long since Bowen had been around one of his kind—I made him a shifter, without his permission. Shut the fuck up. “I’m so sor—”
“Ugh!” Chiz stomped one foot. “You sound like Dare! Sorry, sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to psychically peek in on you! Sorry, I didn’t mean to draw it and make it the hottest fucking picture ever—literally! Sorry I felt the need to share it with you. Sor—”
“I get it,” Bowen replied through gritted teeth. Irked, embarrassed, he began carrying Dare to the house.
“Great. Well now I’m sorry,” he heard Chiz say behind him.
And that simply, Bowen decided to let it go. His anger and suspicion of Dare, who, honestly, didn’t seem like a bad guy. Just one who maybe wasn’t the brightest and made bad decisions. But that sketch… He obviously has skills. He’s bright as hell in some ways, obviously.
Letting go of his own guilt was harder, and maybe he couldn’t do it completely, but he was going to have to try. He would forever be sorry that he’d hurt Chiz, had turned him without asking. That wasn’t the kind of person Bowen was. He didn’t take what wasn’t freely given. Something inside him—his wolf—had dominated, and there had to be a reason why that was the case with Chiz.
“None of our other previous hook-ups
had me…you know,” Bowen found himself saying as he stopped at the foot of the steps.
“We hadn’t fucked until recently,” Chiz replied, bounding up onto the porch and opening the door. He turned those yellow eyes on Bowen. “Maybe that’s the trigger.”
Bowen waited until he was beside Chiz to growl, “You aren’t the only man I’ve ever fucked.”
Chiz blinked rapidly and a proud look skittered over his face before he blanked his expression. “So I’m really the exception.”
“You’re really exceptional,” Bowen said softly, letting what was in his heart spill out. He was very…fond…of Chiz, and it was as big a surprise to him as it appeared to be to Chiz, who gasped and blushed a gorgeous shade of pink.
Bowen nodded and went inside, accidentally banging one of Dare’s heels on the doorframe.
“Ow,” Dare whimpered a moment later when Bowen unloaded him onto the bed. Bowen tried to be gentle, unsuccessfully so, even with Chiz’s help.
“Sheesh. Big.” Chiz reached for one of Dare’s shoes. “Help me get these off him.”
Dare jerked his foot away from Chiz.
Chiz planted both hands on his hips. “Fine.”
“Stinky feet,” Dare said, eyes still closed. “What happened to my head?”
“You hit a tree with it. Your head has a lump, but the tree was downed,” Bowen replied.
Dare opened both eyes and he grimaced as he reached for his head. “Oh shit! I’m—”
“I was joking,” Bowen interrupted. “Look, man. We need to talk. Maybe you aren’t lying about the drawing.”
“I’m not!” Dare protested, and it appeared that he was going to sit up, but Chiz darted to his side and pressed on his chest.
“Stay down.”
Dare did as Chiz ordered. “I saw it, in my head. It was…better than any porn I’ve ever seen.” This last was said almost at a whisper as Dare blushed from head to neck.
“And we really fucked like that,” Chiz said. “Bowen pounded me so good I think I passed out. His dick is huge.”
Well, now Bowen was blushing.
“And he bit me,” Chiz added, “And that was hot, too. He’s a fucking machine. Or a fucking fucking machine.”
Bowen scowled.
Chiz winked at him. “And more than that. Just, you know. He’s as good at sex as I am.” Chiz stared right at Bowen then, and there was nary a trace of yellow in Chiz’s eyes, but there was heat, and something more.
Bowen wanted that more. He nodded.
Chiz grinned crookedly. “So you drew the pic, wanted to get in on the sex, sent the sketch to Bowen, then panicked. You want to get your ass pounded, too, huh?”
Dare had started protesting before Chiz finished. “N-no, I—No, no it wasn’t. I mean… I was— No.” Dare closed his eyes and covered them with his hands. “Yes.”
Chiz shot Bowen a triumphant look.
Bowen flushed with lust but he shook his head. All he had to do was think of how he’d turned Chiz.
Chiz frowned. “You want me, too? Or just Bowen? I mean, you could have sent the pic to me. It’s not like you didn’t know where I live.”
Dare turned his head, whimpered again, then turned it the other way. “Wanted to watch him do you.”
Chiz’s smile was bright and menacing. “Well, if you aren’t about to bite it from a head wound, maybe we can entertain you.”
Bowen froze, not even daring to take a breath. He loved fucking Chiz, and he liked Chiz. A lot.
But did he want Dare, too?
Chapter Thirteen
Dare wasn’t the brightest bulb in the package, but he knew when he was being set up. “Nuh uh,” he mumbled, sitting up even though Chiz tried to push him back down. “No, stop. I’m not totally stupid.”
Chiz scowled at him and Bowen grasped Dare’s shoulder. Dare braced himself for a punch.
“I said I’m sorry,” he forced out quickly. He hated being hurt.
“Dare. Look at me.”
Something in Bowen’s voice made it impossible to ignore that order. Dare blinked and glanced at Bowen. It was really hard to hold his stare. Doing so made Dare trembly inside and out. He wanted to duck his head so bad, but he had to follow that order.
“I’m not gonna hit you anymore,” Bowen said slowly, evenly, as if he were talking to a spooked animal.
Which is what Dare felt like—a big, giant chicken.
“I won’t either,” Chiz replied. “Although I bet Bowen would slap your ass if you wanted him to.”
Dare squeaked and that was it. He couldn’t look away—but he could close his eyes.
“How about I watch you two?” Bowen said, and having his eyes closed somehow made Dare feel those words much more than he thought he would have otherwise.
He felt them like a hand around his dick.
“Clean him up first, Chiz. Wait.”
A big, rough hand cupped Dare’s chin, and he opened one eye the teeniest bit he could while managing to see out of it. Bowen grinned and bent down, until he was almost nose to nose with Dare. The warm, minty rush of Bowen’s breath over his mouth made Dare whimper.
Bowen stroked Dare’s jaw with his thumb. “You want to play around with us? Want to fuck Chiz after he sucks you off? Or maybe I’ll have you switch that around. You want that?”
Dare gulped, and his throat made a weird clicking sound when he tried to swallow.
Of course he choked, and began coughing and hacking like the world’s biggest idiot.
Bowen let go of his chin right quick.
“Shit, you killed him,” Chiz quipped before rubbing Dare’s back. “Damn it. I just realized something.”
“What is that?” Bowen asked.
Dare was still coughing and wishing he’d just spontaneously combust.
“I’m not even mad at you anymore, you asshole,” Chiz said. “Ugh. I can hold a grudge. Sometimes. Maybe. Okay not really, but I should be mad at you longer.”
Dare wondered what the heck that was about, but since he had just managed to drag in a wheezing breath, he didn’t ask.
“Thank you,” Bowen said to Chiz.
Dare’s eyes were watering, but he could blurrily see Bowen lean in and kiss Chiz. Hear Chiz’s sharp intake and muffled moan. Feel Chiz’s hand clench on his back.
Dare’s dick was harder than ever even though he was dizzy from lack of oxygen. He blinked furiously and wanted to moan when Bowen pulled Chiz into his arms and kissed him like he owned Chiz’s soul.
Or maybe like Chiz owned his.
But if they were that close, would they want Dare to fuck around with?
Dare didn’t know. He’d heard plenty of stories about people having open relationships and such, watched lots of porn about it, too. But was it a real thing?
Bowen released Chiz and turned to Dare. “Yes or no, man? You want to play with Chiz?”
Dare squinted. “You’re not trying to trick me?” he rasped.
Bowen hissed. “Whoever fucked with your head needs a beating.” Then he huffed. “Guess we haven’t helped with that. It’s like we all clashed, and maybe it was for the wrong reason.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Dare hated to admit it, but it was true.
“I mean, maybe all that anger and temper was really something else,” Bowen explained. He cupped Dare’s chin again. “Don’t cough on me, okay? And say no if you don’t want this.”
“Don’t want—” Dare knew his eyes had to be huge as it dawned on him what Bowen was about to do. Kiss me. Hopefully like he’d just kissed Chiz, with all that powerful control and—
Dare whimpered, unable to contain the needy sound as Bowen’s lips brushed over his. Dare’s eyes closed of their own accord, and he clutched at Bowen and Chiz, grasping each man by an arm.
Bowen moved his other hand up to Dare’s nape, then it happened—that strength and passion and control was on Dare, in Dare, pouring from Bowen into him, mouth, hand, presence. Dare had never felt anything like it in his life. He was utt
erly surrounded by Bowen, and in that moment, he’d have given Bowen anything.
Then Bowen was nuzzling over his cheek, and Chiz was there, and all the aches and pains Dare had just didn’t matter. Chiz kissed him, his slick tongue fast and furious, parrying with Dare’s. Bowen still held Dare’s chin and nape and Chiz was touching Dare’s chest, rubbing his pecs, making Dare’s nipples ache.
“Bathroom, both of you,” Bowen rumbled. “If this is what you both want.”
“Yes,” Chiz chimed in along with Dare.
Dare couldn’t believe this was happening. The two men he’d fantasized about, had fought with and made a fool of himself around twice—they wanted him.
Well, that should have cooled his ardor, remembering what a doofus he’d been, but Chiz was beaming at him, still touching his chest, and Bowen was helping Dare up off the bed.
“Chiz, take his clothes off.” Bowen stepped back and tucked his thumbs in his front jeans’ pockets. The pose framed his crotch, and Dare practically drooled when he saw the huge bulge there. Bowen really was well-endowed.
“You’re not—” Dare couldn’t finish, because Chiz pulled Dare’s shirt right up and over his head.
“I’m going to watch,” Bowen said. “And y’all are gonna do what I say. You like getting fucked better than fucking?”
Dare shook his head. He was hot with need and embarrassment. Such blunt sex talk was new to him. “Either.”
“But no pain,” Bowen observed. “You’ve had enough of that to last you a lifetime, right?”
Was it wrong for him to agree? Dare would say anything to keep this going on.
“Tell me the truth,” Bowen ordered. “Chiz isn’t going to stop unless you tell him to, but we need to know what you like or don’t like.”
Dare would like to be fucked by both men at once, but Bowen had said he would be directing, so Dare wasn’t going to push. “No pain.” But he would be honest.
Bowen nodded. “Get the rest of his clothes off.”
Chiz did so, touching Dare all over, cooing over his ass, praising it, and the rest of Dare’s build. Dare’s cock wasn’t as big as Bowen’s looked to be, but he wasn’t lacking there, either.
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