by Zoe Perdita
Christian shook his head, his pale blond hair blowing in the freezing breeze. "No, it's yours."
The little wolf glanced from his lovers to his pack. His decision? Eurasian wolves were obviously very different than their American counterparts. He never made a decision more difficult than what to prepare for dinner, much less something life altering like this. But in truth, it wasn't hard. If he wanted to be happy there was only one thing he could choose- he just hoped his lovers would be satisfied with it too. “I want you to join our pack," he said automatically.
The Eurasian wolves stared at the wolves behind Timothy for a moment, then Gunner slowly nodded. Christian scowled, but he nodded as well. "Fine. We'll join. Let us claim him now."
Holden raised his eyebrows, a look of genuine surprise on his face. Alex and Danny both growled at the new wolves.
"They can't join just like that!" Alex barked.
Danny nodded his agreement. "Look what Jake had to go through. You can't just accept them into the pack."
The former lone wolf frowned at his pack mates. "That's because I was trying to be an alpha- they have no such desires."
Danny shuffled back and bowed his head, but Alex scowled. "I still won't accept them as pack members."
"They’re right," Holden said and stepped toward the Eurasian wolves. "You need to prove your worth in our pack. Come back tomorrow night and we'll settle this."
"Why can't we settle it now, alpha?" Christian asked, his ice blue eyes shining in the shadows of the night.
Holden sighed. "My pack, my rules. If you want to join you have to learn to follow them," he growled. "You'll either come back tomorrow night or not at all."
Jake stepped next to his lover, a scowl on his face. “Our pack,” he said slowly. “But you should come back tomorrow night.”
Gunner put his hand on his half brother's shoulder, squeezing it. "Fine. Tomorrow night."
Slowly, Christian nodded his agreement, and they turned and walked back toward the car. Timothy watched them go, a longing ache and his heart. Too bad he couldn't follow them, but at least they'd be part of his pack tomorrow. If they passed whatever Holden and Jake had in store for them.
The alpha shut the door and glanced at all of them. The little wolf did his best to look into the taller man’s eyes. "Get to bed everyone,” he said, but put a strong hand on Timothy's slender shoulder.
Alex and Danny slowly made their way up stairs- Alex looking over his shoulder and frowning the whole time. Once they disappeared into their bedrooms, Holden turned the omega around.
"Don’t punish him. He didn't do anything wrong," Jake said.
"He broke pack rules," Holden grumbled, but released his shoulder nonetheless.
Timothy's heart pounded in his chest as he looked from one alpha to the other. His parents hadn't even argued like that, but they hadn't looked out for his wellbeing the way Jake did. "I'm sorry," the little wolf said and hoped it was enough. After all the lies he told and secrets he'd kept, he doubted it.
"Why didn't you tell us about them?" Holden asked, his voice almost pleading, like he was trying to understand.
The omega took a deep breath and looked the alpha in his blue eyes. "Because if I did you would've chased them away." It was the most he could say- the most he could admit. He couldn’t tell them how nice it felt to be wanted, lusted after, something he'd never known. How wonderful it was to have two wolves that didn’t treat him like the whipping boy he was.
"See?" Jake said.
Holden frowned. "Fine. But he can’t get away without a punishment.”
The omega trembled. Would they give him another scar? At least if it wasn’t on his good eye it wouldn’t be that bad, right?
Jake sighed and crossed his arms. “What did you have in mind?”
“If they join our pack tomorrow we all get to witness them claiming you, Timothy,” Holden said.
The little wolf's cheeks flushed, but he nodded anyway. If that was the only punishment he had to endure, he could live with it. Although it didn't seem quite fair. The claiming ritual was supposed to be private- only between the participants involved. Holden making it public took away some of the intimacy and significance out of the situation, but it's not like he could argue after everything he'd done. He was an omega- he didn't deserve a special claiming ritual.
Jake padded him on the back. “I agree.”
Timothy frowned and headed up the stairs, leaving the two alphas alone. As he climbed into bed that night, the silver moonlight shining across his face, his mind swam with the events of the day. A strange nervous knot formed in his belly at the thought of the night to come. What if Gunner and Christian didn't want to claim him publicly? What then?
He didn't fall asleep for a very long time.
The next morning, Timothy stood outside the Full Moon Café with Alex. The beta seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face, and he glared at Gunner and Christian's café down the street before he walked inside his own establishment. With his heart beating against his ribs, the omega made up his mind. He'd go see the Eurasian wolves before that night and warn them about Holden's plans. That way, whatever happened, at least they wouldn't be caught off guard.
During his lunch break he sneaked out the back door and walked down the street into the European style café. The work trucks were gone and the inside of the place looked more put together and had the day before.
"We’re getting the furniture next week," Christian said, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen. His white T-shirt and formfitting jeans had paint stains on them and this long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his neck. The sharp cut his jaw and cheekbones made his pale face look like a carved statue. A smirk teased the corner of his full lips, and his ice blue eyes sparkled just a little. "Did you come by to say yes to the position as head cook?"
Timothy's cheeks burned in the unheated room. "No, I came to warn you guys about something. Is Gunner here?"
Just like that, the smile slid from the Eurasian wolf's lips, and he nodded shortly. "In the kitchen. Come."
Gunner looked up when they walked in, a bead of sweat running down his rugged brow and past his forest green eyes. He started to smile at Timothy, but stopped when he glanced at his half brother. "What's wrong?"
Christian shrugged, and they both looked at the omega. Suddenly, Timothy wondered if this had been a good idea. Would they care? There was only one way to find out. "My alphas want you to claim me publicly in front of the whole pack."
The Eurasian wolves looked each other for a long moment, almost as if they were reading each other's minds. Then Gunner sighed. "Is that normal for American wolves?"
"No, it's part of my punishment," Timothy admitted and brushed his hair over his eye patch and scar.
The brothers exchanged another glance. “That’s a harsh punishment for your sins. In Europe the claiming ritual is a private affair,” Christian said and frowned.
The omega nodded. “Here too. I just wanted you to know before tonight. It’s not really a big deal. I deserve it after all I did,” he said and felt his mouth go dry at the words. Why was he lying to them now? In his heart of hearts, he wanted to get his mates to claim him how they desired, not how his alphas saw fit. Well, he didn’t want them to worry about it. Once they joined the pack everything would calm down.
Then a slow smirk slid across Christian’s full lips. "We can't have that, can we?"
"What?" the little wolf asked.
Gunner stepped up to him, his eyes glinting in the fluorescent lights of the kitchen. "Someone else punishing our mate. That's our job, right Christian?"
The blond wolf nodded and moved in close, his breath brushing Timothy's ear. "It looks like we'll have to claim you before tonight."
Timothy’s body burned with desire for the brothers, but he couldn't break more pack rules- he'd broken enough already. "No, you can't!"
Gunner gripped onto the smaller man’s shoulders and kissed his neck, the rough edge of h
is cheek scratching Timothy's sensitive skin. "I don't think you have a say in this, little omega."
Christian nodded and ran his hands over the little wolf's wiry chest. "We’re claiming you whether you like it or not," he growled.
"But-" Timothy started, then the blond wolf tweaked his nipple, and the omega's protest turned into a moan. He ached with desire for them, each touch igniting sparks of want all over his needy body. The sharp points of pain and pleasure blossomed under Christian’s fingers and Gunner’s mouth. Nips and pinches that awakened his sleeping cock into a full standing erection within minutes.
“Are you still going to argue with us?” Gunner asked and ran his slender fingers over the apparent bulge in Timothy’s pants.
“I shouldn’t give in,” he groaned, willing his mind to overpower his weak willed body.
Christian grinned at him, lifting the little wolf’s shirt and licking the smooth muscles underneath. “You don’t have to give in- we’ll overpower you. The choice is ours and not yours, Timothy. Isn’t that right?”
“Mm,” Gunner grumbled and suckled on Timothy’s tender ear lobe. “Your alpha can’t dictate how we take our mate.”
The omega’s mind swam, and he struggled to pull free. Holden would know if they weren’t claiming him for the first time, wouldn’t he? Alex could probably smell their scent on him and tell. Then they’d all be in even more trouble! “Please!” he begged and backed away from his persistent lovers. If he ran they’d give chase, but if he stayed they’d claim him! What was he supposed to do?
“It looks like he needs to be tied up again. Maybe a punishment is in order too,” Christian said and took a slow step toward him.
Timothy backed toward the door, his heart hammering in his chest. His whole being pricked with electric excitement. He knew he needed to go, but he wanted more than anything to stay. “Can’t we just wait until tonight? I don’t mind the public claiming- not at all- I just wanted to make sure you were both okay with it.”
The click of metal caught his attention, and he turned to Gunner. The man’s golden hair hung on his forehead and a pair of handcuffs dangled from his fingers. The predatory look in his eyes made the hair stand on Timothy’s neck and his already hardened cock ached for release.
Then, the little wolf turned toward the door and ran. Instantly the sound of shoes pattering against the concrete assaulted him, and Gunner’s strong arms captured him in an unrelenting hold. “I knew you’d run for it,” he moaned and carried the struggling wolf back into the kitchen.
“Please!” Timothy begged again, although he knew it wouldn’t do any good. He tried to yank his wrists free as the Eurasian wolf fitted the cuffs around him, but the man was too strong, his musty scent enticing the omega’s body into a greater realm of desire.
Smirking dangerously, Gunner fit the cuffs over a pipe on the wall and quickly secured Timothy’s other wrist. The little wolf pulled, but the pipe was embedded in solid concrete. There was no way in hell he’d escape that!
The omega trembled and stared at the two half brothers, their eyes shining, as they looked him up and down. Sweat beaded down his back, his heart slamming in his chest, but that nervous knot in his stomach unwound and the only thing he felt inside was a twinge of anticipation for what was coming. These wolves, his lovers, were going to claim him, and he could do nothing about it. Yes. That was the way it should be.
“You’re so lovely when you squirm,” Gunner groaned as he undid Timothy’s jeans and pulled them down the little wolf’s slender hips. “What should we do first, Christian?”
The blond man smirked and yanked the omega’s t-shirt over his head. “I think some discipline is in order,” he said and ran his fingers along the edge of Timothy’s boxers, snapping the elastic waist against the shorter man’s pale skin.
The small wolf’s body trembled at each touch, the slender fingers of his lovers burning his cool skin. “What kind of discipline?” he asked.
“The kind you like,” Christian said and rustled through a kitchen drawer. Finally, he pulled a metal spatula free and smirked.
Timothy stared at the utensil. Never in his life had he imaged such a thing turned against him, but his skin prickled at the thrill of it assaulting his tender flesh.
“Bend over, little one,” Gunner said.
The order eased his mind and Timothy did as he was told. As he presented his ass to Christian, his cock throbbed, aching for release. But he’d get it when the time came, until then the glorious promise of pain set his blood alight with want.
The shorter brother stood in front of him, his lips turned up into a smile as he gently pulled the patch from the omega’s eye. Timothy flinched, wishing he could brush the hair over his ugly imperfection, but his hands were bound. Gunner whispered something in Danish, something the little wolf didn’t understand, and kissed his blind eye with a tenderness the man rarely showed.
Then a whoosh broke through the air and the sharp sting of metal collided with Timothy’s pale ass. The stinging heat of the spatula spread like a fire over his skin, igniting his whole being for more. Why did he enjoy this kind of pain? The torture of his aroused flesh? He didn’t have time to think about it- Christian struck again, another stab of pleasant torment.
In front of him, Gunner stripped off his shirt and pants, standing naked and at half-mast. Timothy’s mouth watered as he took in the length of his lover, and he yelped as another spank impacted on his skin. The golden haired man ran his long fingers through Timothy’s wavy red hair, his rough touch searing the little wolf’s skin as his hands snaked over his chest and twisted the omega’s nipples into shining points of painful delight.
Timothy gasped at the assault on his body, and leaned forward to lap at his lover’s cock. The tip, slick with pre-come, came alive as he swallowed it whole. His lips and tongue enticing the member with each suck, each lick, each bob of his head. Above him, Gunner moaned and Christian struck him again. Yes. Yes. Yes! This was just how it should be. All three of them as one.
Then, full lips pressed into the curve of his back, and the longhaired wolf ran a finger over the omega’s reddened bottom. “I should stop before I leave marks,” he groaned, his digit working in-between Timothy’s cheeks and probing at his puckered hole.
It still ached, just slightly, from the man’s tender intrusion the night before- but that was part of why it felt good. The combination of discomfort and pleasure mixed together into a wonderful world of excitement all over his fervent body. He’d wanted the wolf to claim him the night before, but this was even better.
Gunner pulled his stiffened member from Timothy’s mouth and lifted the little wolf up, wrapping his strong arms around the smaller man and kissing him. The ferocity of his mouth, the rough edge of his cheek, the burning heat of his hands on the omega’s back, all made Timothy tremble and quake. He loved them- both of them- more than anything in the entire world.
As their tongues mingled together, Gunner ground his cock into the omega’s own, and sucked in air through his white teeth at the contact of skin on skin. The little wolf nipped at the taller man’s chin and neck, inhaling the scent of his lover deeply. He almost didn’t notice Christian’s absence until the other wolf returned.
“Are you ready,” the taller man asked.
Gunner grumbled something incoherent, and leaned down, his long fingers spreading Timothy’s ass wide.
The omega’s groin throbbed with anticipation as a slender digit tickled his private entrance. His tight hole twitched at the cold, slick substance Christian rubbed over it, nudging a finger inside despite the protest. Timothy gasped, his cock deflating at the shocking pressure that shot up his back and down his thighs.
“Relax,” Gunner whispered, nibbling at his ear, and Christian eased the finger in and out at an achingly slow pace.
Timothy took a deep breath. A bead of sweat trickled down his back, and he squeezed his eyes shut. This was it. The moment he wanted to share with them. The final intrusion- his beautiful love
rs claiming him once and for all. Slowly, his body loosened and the blond wolf slid in a second finger, twisting and turning them until the omega’s body was stretched and pliable.
With a slight pop he pulled his fingers free, and Gunner kissed Timothy quickly on the lips and traded places with his half brother. The little wolf looked up at Christian towering over him, the man’s naked body on display for him to enjoy. The Eurasian wolf smiled and ran his hands over the omega’s chest while Gunner gripped Timothy’s slender hips, the hot thickness of his rock hard cock forcing its way into the smaller man’s ass.
Timothy whimpered, leaning into Christian’s arms and biting his lip at the fiery invasion. The man’s musky scent filled his nose, overtaking his senses, and taller wolf’s mouth pressed against the omega’s scarred forehead.
Gunner groaned, easing his lube slick member in and out of Timothy’s ass with gentle precision. The little wolf’s whole body ached at each thrust, the head of his lover’s cock colliding perfectly with the bundle of nerves hidden inside him. Each impact sent explosions of pleasure over the omega’s body, shooting from his throbbing groin all the way to his over sensitive fingertips.
Looking up, he kissed Christian’s full on the mouth, his head fuzzy with lust. The other wolf smiled and bit Timothy’s bottom lip, pulling it between his perfect teeth until the omega groaned with desire. How could anyone only want one mate when two were so much better?
The blond wolf gripped his limp cock, slowly easing it back to life with his talented hand. The combination of Gunner buried in his ass and Christian stroking his dick excited the omega’s flesh even further. How was he supposed to hold off until they’d both claimed him? At the moment, it didn’t really matter.
Timothy groaned, kissing Christian’s smooth chest, slipping his tongue over the man’s muscles and hard pink nipples. Lower and lower he moved, bending over so Gunner shaft stabbed him at a deeper angle, filling him up completely.
Without hesitation, the little omega wrapped his lips around the taller wolf’s hardened member; the salty pre-come tangy in his mouth. Above him, both brothers moaned, Gunner’s fingers digging into Timothy’s hips while Christian wound his hands in the smaller man’s hair. He was filled with them, filled to the brim with both of his lovers and he couldn’t be happier. Each thrust- each taste- filled his heart and soul completely. His being overwhelmed with intensity.