All Chapters of Trio of Mates: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Zak kisses along my jaw while he palms my erection through my pants. I groan and turn my face to his, hungrily devouring his mouth. My hand runs from his hip up his bare, muscular back, and along his broad shoulders.  I move my hand to his short mahogany colored hair, fisting it in my hand, keeping his head firmly trapped in my grasp. He isn’t quite as tall as I am, so I bend my head to his, pulling him closer to my body.  My cock twitches in his hands and he moans into my mouth.“Brandon,” he sighs as he unzips my pants and I fall out into his hands.  He wraps his fist around my swollen cock and squeezes as I break away from his mouth, my head falling back as I moan loudly.“Holy shit,” I breathe out.Zak chuckles and trails his lips along my neck. The rough stubble on h

Zak and I walk into the dining room and immediately lock eyes with Brandon.  We haven’t gotten to spend time with our best friend since the morning of Zak’s birthday.  Yeah, we’ve been in meetings, led trainings, and completed inspections together.  But Brandon has always left immediately after we were done.  He refuses to joke around or talk about anything but work.  It is literally killing us.  Zak and I both miss him. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t be happier to have Zak as my mate.  We’ve been in each other’s lives since the womb.  He is one of my best friends in the entire world.  But Zak wasn’t the one that I’d hoped I’d end up with.  Even though Brandon is gay, he’s the one that I’d always wanted.   Brandon is hot.  I mean, like the hottest guy that I have ever seen.  He is a mountai

Lucille hands me my cup of doctored coffee and I immediately swallow nearly half of it, not caring how hot it is.  I need the alcohol right now. Zak thanks Lucille, but doesn’t touch his coffee.  Instead, he stares at her intensely.  “What do you mean by the three of us being parents?”  Zak’s voice is steady and firm.  If I hadn’t known him my whole life and been mated to him, I wouldn’t have noticed the slight tick in his jaw or the way that his left leg began to jump slightly under the table.  These are all signs of anxiety for Zak and I understand why. “What do you know of Selene and her mates?” Lucille asks. “Mates?  I only know of one mate.  Pan,” Zak says, looking at me curiously.

The Oracle’s news was so disturbing that Charlie and I finished her entire bottle of whiskey.  Neither of us had eaten much at breakfast and, at 190 proof, the whiskey we guzzled got us pretty trashed.  That must have been what fueled Charlie’s plan. As we walked home, she stopped me in the middle of the forest. “So, based on what Lucille said, all three of us are having these sex dreams, right?” she asks. “Seems like,” I say, remembering the one that I had last night.  My breathing hitches and my gaze lingers on Charlie’s breasts.  I take a step toward her, intent on finishing what the Oracle interrupted earlier. “Down, Fido, and listen,” Charlie says, sidestepping me. “But, I want you,” I say, my vo

Feeling better, but no less confused, I quickly walk to Zak’s office. The office of the Alpha is on the top floor of the packhouse. It is the only part of the top floor that is not dedicated to his home. Still, the office is large, with it’s own full bathroom attached.I knock on the door and let myself in, as usual. The room is brightly lit from the floor to ceiling windows on the far wall. The room is decorated with plush chocolate-colored carpeting and pale yellow walls. Zak set up a seating area with large, brown, leather couches. Though he has a desk, it is pushed against the wall and only used when necessary. That was the extent of Zak’s decorating abilities, so Charlie had stepped in. She added yellow throw pillows and blankets, shelving, and pictures of the pack, their families, and the four of us growing up. There is a coffee table in the middle of the sitting area and end tables between the couches. Flowers decorated the tables and there was a serving table on the side