NecessaryDecision

by A. D. Christopher

  Kylar Grossman was an angry man.

  He and Varek had agreed Kylar was the man they wanted to claim them both, but a part of Gable feared Kylar would never see either of them as anything but pieces of slave ass, easily replaced and forgotten.

  Unless…unless Gable found some way to stand out in Kylar’s mind, some way to make sure he couldn’t stop thinking about tonight, couldn’t keep himself from coming back for more…

  The second Kylar’s head drew back and Gable’s spent cock slipped from between his lips, Gable was reaching for the oil beneath the bed. It wasn’t his oil, but it didn’t matter. At this time of night, any lube was fair game, any cot a good place for hot eager bodies to come together, for thick cocks to push into tight places that ached with the sweet pleasure of invasion.

  But not for Kylar.

  Kylar had never taken another man in that way, or let himself be taken. He was still in the running for a female mate and was forbidden the ultimate pleasure of penetration upon penalty of losing his chance to marry a woman and continue his family line. But that could all change quickly, Gable knew that from experience. How many Free Orion men had he seen give in to temptation and drive themselves into willing slave ass, thus giving up their chances of a female mate forever?

  Dozens. Maybe fifty or more. Women were scarce and there was just something about the energy in the slave quarters at night. Especially tonight, with the feeling that their world was about to change hanging in the air, making blood pulse faster.

  “I’d rather you suck me than fist me,” Kylar said when he saw the lube in Gable’s hand, but Gable only smiled and poured a bit more oil into his palm.

  “I want to suck you. I want to suck you until you can’t remember your own name,” he said, reaching for Kylar’s cock, coating it with the oil, teasing slick fingers up and down the engorged length of him until he swelled even thicker.

  God, he was so beautiful, so strong and…safe, just like Varek. Gable had been mercilessly bullied for being the “runt of the litter” in his early days as an Orion slave, after his own pack had been defeated. Without the enormous Varek there to stand between him and another show of dominance by the bigger boys, he could have died. But Varek had protected him, become his friend and then his love. And now, together, starting tonight, they were going to show Kylar they were the only two men who could satisfy him.

  The thought of having both of these big men touching him, fucking him, owning him and liberating him at the same time, was enough to make Gable’s sex begin to rise from between his legs once more.

  “But first, I want you to fuck me,” Gable said, easing over onto his belly, arching his back, presenting Kylar with his freshly shaved hole. He cast a heated look over his shoulder, hoping Kylar could see how much he wanted his cock inside him.

  Kylar’s hand fisted his own cock, stroking up and down until every inch glistened with oil. “You know what that would mean for me.”

  “I do.” Gable reached a tentative hand back to stroke Kylar’s hard, furred thigh. “And wouldn’t it be a relief to have that option off the table? To escape from a destiny that you don’t want to begin with?”

  Kylar’s mouth parted in shock before his lips pressed into a tight line. “You don’t know me, slave. You don’t know anything about me.”

  “I know more than you think. I’ve been watching you.”

  “A spy?”

  “An admirer. I like what I’ve seen,” Gable said, rotating his hips in a slow circle, past ready to feel Kylar buried deep inside his ass. “And I want to know more. I want to know a lot more.”

  Kylar was quiet for a moment, but the sounds of the other men in the room filled the silence between them—groans and cries and grunts of pleasure helping make Gable’s case for him. Gable watched Kylar’s breath quicken, watched his eyes glaze and his erection purple with need. He held his breath, afraid to believe this might really happen, that it would be so easy to form the connection he craved.

  “I’m twenty-eight,” Kylar said, his voice a sexy rumble that made Gable shiver and his balls ache. “If I haven’t passed those tests by now, I doubt I ever will.”

  “Wise thoughts from a wise man.”

  Kylar’s mouth quirked at one side. “Not wise, just horny, and staring at something too tempting to resist.”

  And then, without reaching for more lube, without preamble or further foreplay, Kylar gripped Gable’s ass in his hands, spread his cheeks and pushed inside, stretching him, filling him, so big and hard he might have been too much if Gable weren’t accustomed to taking every inch of Varek’s massive cock inside him.

  Varek.

  Gable’s eyes flicked up, meeting Varek’s across the crowded room, the bliss of Kylar inside him growing even more intense as he watched his love watch him, saw Varek take his cock in his hand and keep pace with the punishing rhythm Kylar had established. In seconds, Gable was near the edge of orgasm again, grunting in pleasure when Kylar reached around and fisted his cock, jerking him to completion just as he spent himself in hot spurts.

  This was it. This was so close to what he wanted he could taste it. The only thing better would be having Varek on this bed with them, helping him take the first steps toward love, family and freedom.

  Kylar came inside Gable with a wild cry, his orgasm seeming to last forever. He’d never felt like this after sex before. So free, so liberated. His head was about to spin off his body, but his soul felt more grounded than it had in years.

  Thank god.

  Thank god he’d finally done it, taken the leap that would remove him from the competition for a female mate once and for all. He was sick of pretending that he desired the same things his father and mother desired. He didn’t want a wife and children, and now he would never have one.

  Unless you find a warrior mate and then two of you find a woman to share down the road…

  The thought made Kylar’s lips twist in a wry smile. Yeah, right. As if he’d want to complicate his life with one mate, let alone two. If tonight had taught him anything it was that he was better off alone. If he’d been attached, he might not have made it into this lovely man’s bed tonight. And that would have been a damn shame indeed.

  Chapter Two

  It had been three weeks, three long, jealous, teeth-grinding weeks. Varek wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Kylar came to the slave quarters, to Gable, nearly every night. And then tonight they’d gone into the woods together. Laughing.

  Actually laughing. Varek hadn’t seen Kylar Grossman laugh since….ever. But in the past few days, his chronically clenched jaw had begun to relax, the angry tightness around his eyes to ease and his lips to curve into a smile whenever Gable was near. Gable, who was falling in love with Kylar the same way he’d fallen for Varek—fast and hard and forever. Gable still loved Varek with the same devotion, still came to his bed when Kylar left and sucked and stroked and whispered comforting words, but Varek was eager to move on to the next stage of their plan. He was tired of being on the outside looking in. He’d tried to pressure Gable into action, but with little effect.

  Gable had introduced Varek and Kylar. Kylar had been polite—he’d even shared a meal with them after drills, all three of them settling down for sandwiches in the grass near the training fields—but he hadn’t shown any sign of considering Varek as a sex partner.

  Gable said they just needed to give him a little time, to ease him into the idea of being one of three, but Varek couldn’t wait any longer. He was afraid. Afraid of losing Gable, afraid of losing his chance to show Kylar how good it could be between the three of them. Afraid of being left behind. Not just left behind in the slave cabins when Gable convinced Kylar to be his mate, but left behind when his love moved on. The thought terrified him, and he’d never been scared of anything before.

  So, a few minutes after Kylar and Gable had slipped out the rear entrance to the barracks, Varek had followed, staying at a good distance, tracking them through the thick Washington woods, using every
trick he’d learned from the Shis-Inday Pride as a boy. His childhood home had been in a very different kind of forest, but the same principles still applied. Walk lightly, stay aware of your surroundings and look, listen and feel for any disturbance in the order of nature.

  Not that this wood was really natural at all.

  It was inhabited by nearly four hundred were-panthers with a taste for red meat, especially when they shifted into their panther forms. The deer population was never out of control and the usual predators—wolves and bears—were scarce. They knew better than to come into this particular stretch of woods. They knew there were things hunting here that were bigger and badder and, most importantly, more clever than they were.

  Clever enough to trick even the Orion Pride’s best tracker by doubling back on his own tracks and lying in wait.

  The sleek brown panther leapt into his path, teeth bared, snarling a warning. Varek’s heart pounded in his throat and adrenaline coursed through his veins. Something primal in him screamed for him to shift, but Varek coaxed that beast-voice back to sleep with a few deep breaths. He knew this particular panther, and if he had wanted to fight, Varek would already be bleeding. This was simply a warning, a warning to back off and leave Kylar and his lover to frolic through the woods alone.

  A warning Varek didn’t intend to heed.

  “Going hunting?” Varek asked Kylar, knowing he could understand him in his panther form even if he couldn’t answer. At least not with any movement of his lips.

  He could communicate telepathically, however…if he decided to lower himself to such a thing. Telepathic communication was usually something utilized only with your own kind. The Free-born chatted with the Free and the slaves with other slaves. Only during battle were the barriers of free-slave etiquette leveled and every mind wide open to their brothers in arms.

  But Kylar had already broken custom. He and Gable spoke freely in each other’s minds. Gable had told him, and confessed to Varek how erotic he found it to hear Kylar inside his own head while Kylar fucked him from behind in his panther form.

  According to Gable, they fucked that way often. That was probably what they were planning to do tonight, out here on the outer edges of the Orion Pride’s land. They were looking for a little privacy, but they weren’t going to get it.

  “I’d like to join you. I’ve been craving fresh meat,” Varek said, pulling his tight black t-shirt over his head, grateful that the sun hadn’t quite set on this long summer night. Kylar was getting a good look at the wall of muscle beneath Varek’s shirt, and liking what he saw. Even though the other man was in cat form, Varek could spot the tell-tale shine of lust in his eyes.

  I hunt alone, said Kylar, his telepathic voice even smoother, more seductive than the one that usually rumbled from between his lips.

  Hunting alone. That’s a good way to end up in trouble. Varek let his shirt drop to the forest floor, toed his way out of his shoes and then reached down to tug off his socks and added them to the pile. Why don’t you let me come along and watch your back?

  I already have someone to watch my back. Gable’s waiting down the trail near the waterfall.

  Swimming. Sounds even nicer than hunting. It’s been so hot in the slave quarters the past few weeks. Varek popped the fly on his faded cargo shorts and shoved them to the ground. He hadn’t bothered putting on boxers. Once he stepped out of his shorts, he was completely bare to Kylar’s gaze, to those bright blue eyes that dropped to the thatch of reddish brown hair between Varek’s thighs where his cock swelled, thicker and thicker, until it stood in a heavy column pressed tight to his stomach, making his desire clear.

  Kylar’s eyes widened and a low rumble—part growl, part purr of pleasure—vibrated in his cat’s chest. He stared for a long moment, obviously aroused by Varek’s hard-on. His own cock curled between his legs, the distinctive curve of Kylar’s cat’s phallus making Varek’s body call again for him to shift. To shift and get his fur against this cat’s fur, to feel teeth nipping and teasing as they fought for dominance, to feel Kylar’s muscles ripple beneath him as Varek pushed inside Kylar’s ass, showing him that getting could be just as good as giving.

  Sometimes even better. Varek relished both roles. Just the night before—after Kylar returned to his home and Gable returned to their shared cot—Varek had taken Gable’s cock inside him. Gable had been too sore, too “deliciously used” as he’d put it to take Varek inside him, but eager to show Varek how much he was still desired.

  But for how much longer? How much longer until Gable chose Kylar and Kylar alone?

  Gable is your lover. He’s told me as much, Kylar said, surprising Varek. Had his thoughts shown on his face?

  “He is,” Varek said, not trusting himself to answer telepathically, afraid he’d say more than he meant to say. “But I don’t mind sharing. Gable and I have always fucked other men, sometimes together, sometimes not.”

  That’s what he said. He even suggested we invite you along tonight. Kylar prowled a little closer, surveying Varek from head to toe. I wasn’t interested…then.

  And now? Varek asked, holding his breath as Kylar drew even closer, so close his muzzle was only inches away from Varek’s turgid length. The knowledge that a big cat—with strong jaws and razor sharp teeth capable of castrating him in the blink of an eye—was that close to his cock should have made him stumble in his haste to get away. But it didn’t.

  He didn’t move a muscle. He simply stood there, his cock swelling impossibly bigger. He was so turned-on by the tension between them that he could barely think a coherent thought. All he knew was that this unexpected moment of trust, of Kylar subtly exerting his dominance and expressing interest all at the same time, was more than he’d hoped for. Sexier than he’d dreamed.

  When Kylar’s cat’s tongue flicked out, brushing across his cock—just once, a rough caress that was over before it begun—it was almost enough to make him come. Varek’s breath rushed out through his lips and a tremor worked its way through his big frame from head to toe. The world spun before his eyes and for a second he was too dizzy with pleasure to see straight. By the time he glanced back down at Kylar, he was pulling away with what Varek swore was a grin on his cat’s mouth. Cats couldn’t really grin, but Kylar was doing an excellent imitation.

  Why don’t you shift and join us? Kylar asked, turning back down the path with a seductive flick of his tail.

  Varek was sprouting fur and claws in seconds. By the time Kylar turned the curve in the trail, Varek had transformed into a giant, reddish brown cat. He might be bald in his human form, but as a cat he was downright shaggy, far more thick-pelted than the average panther. Gable joked that he must be an evolutionary throwback to the were-panthers of prehistoric times. Varek didn’t know about that, but he did know his heavy coat was hellish in the summer. A swim sounded blissful. A swim with two irresistible weres, absolutely heavenly.

  He ran, bounding toward the falls, hope and desire blending with every breath.

  Gable watched Kylar slink to the water’s edge and knew immediately that something had happened on the path, something other than scaring away whoever was following them. Kylar’s thick, cat’s phallus curved between his legs and passion burned in his eyes. Something had turned him on, and he was ready for satisfaction. Past ready.

  He headed straight for Gable, leaping on his back, digging his claws into Gable’s muscled shoulder. Gable squirmed, haunches churning. Being so vulnerable beneath another cat was frightening in his panther form. The need to flee warred with the very human desire coursing through his veins, making it even hotter, making him howl his pleasure so loud it carried over the sound of the waterfall as Kylar shoved his cock inside his anus and began to ride him.

  Hard. So hard. Almost too hard.

  Gable could feel the second he began to bleed. It made the penetration more bearable, took the last of the pain and let it ooze into pleasure. And it wasn’t a big deal. He was a were, he would heal as soon as he shifted. This rough play
would leave no lasting damage and certainly no emotional scars.

  In fact, the hot slickness oozing from his hole made him wild with excitement, almost as wild as the punishing cock shoving at him from behind and the sharp claws pushing deep into his fur. The frenzy to find some kind of relief made him spread his haunches even farther and drop his hips to the ground, humping the damp sand beneath him, the rough texture reminding him of Kylar’s cat tongue, bringing him so close to the edge he was about to lose himself onto the riverbank, when suddenly…they were attacked.

  No, not attacked. It wasn’t an enemy who leapt on Kylar’s back, adding to the weight pressing down on Gable. It was Varek. Varek in his cat form, aroused and not particularly amused by bounding down to the shore to find Gable already mounted.

  He was going to seek his revenge and his satisfaction. Gable knew it even before Kylar cried out and his entire body tensing above Gable as he was penetrated for the first time.

  Pain. Pain and pleasure and a pure erotic thrill that made Kylar’s cock swell inside Gable’s ass until he felt he would explode from the excitement of being filled even as he filled another, of feeling a thick cock shoving inside him even as his own cock was encased in hot, wet flesh.

  Still, this wasn’t what he’d planned. He’d meant to show Varek that he was Gable’s new dominant, that Gable belonged to him now and that Kylar would be the one to decide when—or if—Gable spent time in another man’s bed. He certainly hadn’t imagined Varek would have the nerve to take him without express invitation, to mount him like some eager submissive with his tail held in the air.

  Who the hell do you think you are? Kylar infused the telepathic contact with enough intensity to make Gable flinch beneath him.

  What you need. The words were followed by a sharp thrust. Varek’s giant, curved phallus shoved even deeper inside him, invading, claiming, the pleasure-pain making Kylar’s balls ache and his cock twitch, driving him deeper into Gable.