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  If Ali was surprised at the mention of open aggression between J.C. and Daniel, she didn’t show it. The Kölens and the Zanteans had been fighting for decades. Over the past few years, their strife had turned into a cold war, with neither side taking the offensive toward the other.

  That is, until two weeks ago when Daniel Kraus had tried to inject J.C. with a serum he believed would ensure no Zante union would ever again result in a male pup being born. Effectively, Daniel had planned to wipe out the entire pack with one syringe. He just hadn’t counted on Eve Benning standing in his way.

  Brad narrowed his eyes. Ali’s gaze matched his in its intensity, almost daring him to accuse her of being in league with the enemy.

  “So, tell me, then,” Brad said, “why would Victor do this for you?”

  For a heartbeat, silence spun out around them. Then Ali extended her arms languidly over her head, drawing Brad’s attention to her luscious breasts. She parted her legs as she stretched. Moonlight glinted off the supple leather boots and the beads of moisture gathered in the silken patch of dark hair at the apex of her thighs.

  “Because,” she said slowly. “I think he used to be in love with me.”

  Brad growled low under his breath, the anger and accusations draining out of him in an instant. Incessant, pounding lust sent another jolt of awareness to his cock.

  “Damn it, Ali! He wasn’t the only one.”

  * * *

  The world tilted precariously on its axis as Brad’s words reached Sean’s ears. Clenching his teeth, Sean dug his fingernails into the jagged bark of a white pine tree. He’d been such a fool. One night with the guy, and he was ready to believe in happy-ever-after.

  He knew better than to believe in June-moon fairy tales of true love and soul mates. Twice in his life, he’d been ready to propose to a woman. He’d even bought the ring, fully prepared to commit to spending the rest of his life with her, forsaking all others. And then, inevitably, she left him. They both did.

  For a brief moment after he hung up the phone tonight, he’d felt that same euphoria he’d experienced when pocketing the black velvet box holding the engagement ring. A feeling of finding his place in the word, of belonging.

  To Brad.

  Stupid, stupid, stupid.

  Absolutely insane. Despite what Hollywood wanted people to believe, that kind of love didn’t exist. He’d had that harsh reality proven to him again and again. Every time he let his guard down and began to think he might actually spend the rest of his life in his lover’s arms, something always happened to quickly relieve him of that notion.

  Splinters dug into his palms and he pulled his hands away, shaking his head. It was obvious from the look on Brad’s face he wasn’t kidding when he told the woman he loved her. Sean could see it in the glimmer in his blue eyes, in the way he stood close enough to touch her, his fists bunched at his sides to keep from doing just that.

  Silently, Sean turned around. He wanted to disappear into the deep green woods, walk back to civilization and forget how close he’d come to making a colossal fool of himself.

  “Well, well. And who might you be?”

  Sean started, guilt slamming into his gut. He swallowed hard, anger flooding his veins. He had nothing to feel guilty about. Brad had invited him here. He just hadn’t said anything about Sean being a third wheel to a party that had obviously already started without him.

  “No one,” he murmured, stalking deeper into the forest. “I’m no one.”

  “Don’t go.” The woman’s voice was silky and melodious, rich and dripping with sex appeal. A hand touched his shoulder. His muscles tightened, and he jerked himself out of her grasp.

  “I’m not wanted here.” He’d meant to sound convincing and absolute. Instead, he suspected he sounded defeated.

  “Yes, you are.”

  His body hardened in instant response. Brad.

  The one man who could convince him to stay. The same man who only a moment ago, Sean had hoped never to see again. So much for making a fast, quiet getaway.

  Lust scalded his groin, stiffening his cock into a state of impossible hardness. His dick had been twitching eagerly since Brad’s phone call, and seeing Brad and Ali naked together had only served to ignite his desire to the point of no return. He had to come soon, or the pain throbbing in his sac would quickly become unbearable.

  “You don’t fool me,” Ali said, pressing her breasts against his back. He felt the stiff peaks of her nipples through his cotton T-shirt. His stomach clenched and his erection raged, tenting his jeans.

  “I don’t know what you mean,” Sean said.

  “Of course you do.” She slid her hands down his body. “You want this. You want Brad.”

  A groan escaped his throat. When Brad moved to stand in front of him, Sean squeezed his eyes tightly shut. It was no use. He could still see the man in his mind’s eye. His finely muscled body burned through Sean’s eyelids, imprinting his form permanently on Sean’s mind.

  He hadn’t gotten far from Brad’s cottage when Ali found him, but they were far enough away that the old-fashioned lamp hanging over the doorway didn’t penetrate the thick foliage. Here, only the bright silvery moon sent its beams dancing through the leaves to illuminate the long blades of grass carpeting the ground. It also shone on Brad, highlighting his broad chest, his lean abs, the line of hair that laid out a path from his navel to his erect shaft.

  Sean closed his eyes. His corded muscles flexed of their own accord, signaling to his limbs to prepare to strike. Or flee, he thought desperately when he felt Brad’s hands on his shoulders, moving down the front of his body.

  Lips touched his. Ali’s? Or Brad’s? He didn’t know and couldn’t risk looking. The pressure felt firm, masculine, and he opened his mouth beneath it. A tongue swept between his lips, brushing against his, sending a jolt of burning heat into his groin.

  God, he was powerless to resist this man. The intensely physical sensations streaming through his body made him dizzy with desire. Ali was right. He did want this. He wanted this more than he’d ever wanted anything in his entire life.

  “Yes,” he murmured against the mouth that held him captive, and it seemed as though that was the magic word Brad had been waiting for.

  Sean opened his eyes in time to watch Brad drop to his knees before him and pull down his zipper. He tugged at his jeans, and Sean helped kick them aside. He hadn’t worn anything underneath, knowing exactly how the night would end. When he left his apartment, he knew he didn’t want anything to impede Brad’s progress.

  Tonight, he’d thought things might be different between them. Losing his job had given him plenty of time to think about what he wanted, and despite his best efforts, he knew he wanted Brad.

  On his way here, he’d told himself he’d be more forward about his needs and desires, less shy to express his deepest longings. He yearned to explore his feelings, and he hoped Brad would give in to his.

  “Do you want this?” Brad asked, his mouth hovering close to Sean’s shaft. The feeling of déjà vu made Sean’s head spin. He tangled his fingers in Brad’s hair, as much to feel the connection between them as to steady himself.

  “I…” Yes, yes, yes! his brain screamed, but his mouth wouldn’t obey. “Umm…”

  He swallowed hard and cleared his throat. God, what was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he come to terms with receiving pleasure from another man? His body obviously had.

  He sank his teeth into his lower lip. The words were right there, right on the tip of his tongue. He knew what would happen if he didn’t utter them. Brad would stand up, and the ecstasy he craved would once again pass him by. And all because he couldn’t make himself accept the satisfaction Brad offered.

  “Oh, for Pete’s sake. Of course he wants it! Can’t you see it written all over his face?” Ali’s words made Sean’s limbs quiver. His heart pounded hard against his ribcage. At that moment, she sounded like a blessed fairy godmother sent to save him from himself.

  “I
want to hear him say it.” Brad grinned, his teeth flashing white in the moonlight. Though shadows obscured most of his face, Sean could make out his brilliant blue eyes glittering in the silver beams, fixed on him with an intensity that knocked the air out of his lungs.

  “Here,” Ali said, taking Sean’s right hand. She guided his fingers between her legs. “For courage,” she whispered in his ear, leaning close. Her nipples brushed his arm and hardened even further.

  Sean groaned as the moisture coating her slit slicked his hand. He nudged her pussy lips with the tips of his fingers tentatively at first, then with more confidence as she moaned and wriggled against his hand.

  “Well, then,” Brad said. “I asked you a question.”

  “Yes.” The word was hardly a whisper, more of a breath wrought from his lungs. “I want you to suck me.”

  That was enough. Brad’s mouth closed around his cock, enveloping his shaft in wet heat.

  “Good,” Ali said. She squatted slightly to give him more access to her pussy, and Sean thrust two fingers inside her soaked channel. “Very, very good.”

  Euphoria drifted over Sean from all sides. Brad sucked, nipped and licked his cock, from the base to the tip and back again. His mouth was relentless and his hands followed, fondling Sean’s sac as his tongue laved the tender skin between his cock and balls.

  As Sean thrust his fingers in and out of Ali’s pussy, he remembered what it had felt like when Brad had fucked him. The man had been rough with his body, yet gentle with his hands and lips, just as he was now. His ass clenched at the memory of being invaded, his anus stretched to capacity as Brad’s dick filled him.

  God, he wanted more of that. Much more. And he wanted Ali, too. He craved to burrow his head between her legs, to feel her pussy press against his face as he licked her salty cleft.

  He flicked Ali’s clit with his thumb, and she bucked against him, a cry ripping from her throat. Cream trickled from her sex, coating his skin. The scent of her release floated to his nostrils, flooding his senses.

  Brad’s fingers dug into Sean’s ass, holding him close as he took the length of his shaft in his mouth. Groaning, helpless to stop what was happening to him, Sean surrendered to the sensations pouring through his veins.

  He came hard and fast in an explosive rush of ecstasy. His seed spilled out of his cock in sudden bursts that rushed into Brad’s mouth. He’d expected the man to pull back, but he took everything Sean gave him and swallowed it all until every last drop had been drained from Sean’s spent cock.

  “Was that good for you?” Brad asked, grinning fiercely.

  Sean shook his head and withdrew his hand from Ali’s quivering pussy. His breath caught in his throat. “No.”

  Brad’s eyes narrowed. “No?”

  “No,” Sean repeated. He waited another heartbeat, gaining a perverse amount of satisfaction from watching Brad’s dismay wash over his features. He deserved it, Sean thought fiercely before continuing, “It was fucking unbelievable.”

  Relief dissolved Brad’s frown. He released a deep breath, stood up, then closed the distance between them, wrapped his arms around Sean’s waist and pressed a hard kiss to his mouth.

  Sean could taste himself on Brad’s lips, salty and musky. A small voice in the back of his mind told him the knowledge should revolt him, but it only served to send another jolt of lust into his satisfied cock.

  Brad’s tongue swept over Sean’s, familiar and infinitely arousing. He responded in kind, opening to him, thrusting his hips forward and feeling Brad’s erection prod into his stomach.

  “Okay, boys, enough,” Ali said, pulling them apart. Her lips turned upward in a crooked grin. “It’s my turn.”

  Without intending to, Sean shot a furtive glance at Brad. In a flash, he took in the way the man’s mouth parted and his tongue swept over his lower lip. The gesture was so erotic, so brazenly wanton, it made Sean’s dick ache.

  And then, as the undeniable truth sank in, that same gesture made his heart ache. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that the pure, shameless desire written on Brad’s face wasn’t for him.

  Chapter Five

  Brad reached across Sean to fondle Ali’s breast. The puckered nipple stood to attention as his thumb grazed it, and she pushed her chest forward, giving him greater access to her small, tempting mounds.

  “I never could deny you anything.” He lowered his mouth and clamped his lips around a sensitive bud.

  Sean’s grip tightened on his skin. The man still had his arms wrapped around Brad’s waist, and his fingernails dug into his flesh.

  “Maybe I should go,” Sean said, his voice shaking almost imperceptibly.

  Ali’s nipple slid out of Brad’s mouth with a loud pop. “You’re not going anywhere.”

  “But…” He gestured at Ali. “You look like you want to be alone.”

  The tenderness in Sean’s voice, the genuine hurt shining in his blue eyes made Brad’s breath hitch in his throat. Was it possible that this man was really as naïve as he seemed? As charmingly seductive without wanting anything in return?

  The more time he spent with him, the more Brad understood Sean was unlike any other man who crossed through the gates of the Hard Delights Amusement Park. He wasn’t confident in his ability to attract men, and he hadn’t gone there that night to see how many more notches he could add to his bedpost. No, Sean was different. And if Brad allowed it, Sean’s vulnerability could reach the deepest recesses of his heart.

  Ali smacked his shoulder with the back of her hand. “Are you going to fuck me, or are we going to stand around talking about this all night?”

  Brad grinned. Thank God for Ali. Her aggressiveness served to bring him back to reality. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto the forest floor. Rolling on top of her, he pinned her beneath his body. “What do you think?”

  Her deep, throaty laugh filled the air. Brad heard Sean shift uncomfortably behind him, but he ignored it. Without a doubt, he wanted both of them. And now that he had them, he wasn’t going to let either one go.

  Besides, letting Sean affect him this way was pointless. There were many men in the world, all deserving some of his attention. And if Brad had learned one thing from his failed relationships, it was that people were fickle. They’d leave him at the first opportunity, either to run off with their “true mate” or, in Ali’s case, run off to join the circus or whatever it was she’d been doing all this time.

  “Tell me, baby,” he asked gruffly, “do you still like a big hard cock in your ass?”

  She squirmed beneath him, her breath coming in fast gasps. “Why don’t you find out?”

  Oh, God, how he wanted to. He yearned to bury his dick inside her tight passage, to hear her screams rend the night air.

  “I really think --” Sean began, but Brad silenced him with a sharp look over his shoulder.

  “You’re not going anywhere.”

  “If you want someone to watch, you’ve got a forest full of animals who could fulfill that particular kink.”

  Brad chuckled. If he only knew how true that really was. J.C.’s entire wedding party was getting an eyeful of the mating ritual and likely reenacting some of the more erotic activities on their own.

  “You’re not just going to watch. You’re going to be an active participant in everything that happens here. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  “But…”

  “Right. Butt is exactly what I had in mind.” He winked, then slapped Ali’s thigh with his open palm, never taking his eyes off Sean. She gasped and parted her legs obediently. Leather scraped against his skin, teasing him with its sensual texture.

  They’d played this game in the past too many times to count. For almost a year, they’d been so attuned to one another that neither one had to say a word while they made love.

  Brad kneeled between her thighs and thrust his ass in the air, glancing at Sean over his shoulder. “Besides,” he continued, “if you leave, who’s going to fuck me while she gets off
?”

  Sean cleared his throat. “You mean you actually want me to…” His voice drifted off and his hand went to his cock. He squeezed the thick, shiny head by making a circle with his thumb and forefinger. The slit gaped open and closed, a drop of clear liquid leaking from the tiny orifice.

  Brad wondered if the man was cognizant of his actions, or if the pulsing heat in his groin made him completely unaware of anything but his mounting lust. Either way, Brad didn’t care. He’d get exactly what he wanted. Tonight was all about bliss.

  For a change, it was all about him.

  “I want you to shove that giant cock of yours deep in my ass.” He grinned, knowing his frank talk made Sean uncomfortable, and watched the man squirm. Sean’s thick erection thrust out under his belly, and his hand toyed absently with his shaft. “Do you think you can handle that?”

  Wordlessly, Sean nodded. A deep flush crept up his neck and stained his cheeks. Once again, Brad was struck by his inexperience, by the genuine excitement so apparent in his eyes as he realized just what was expected of him.

  “Don’t worry,” Ali said, casting a look at Sean over Brad’s shoulder. “Fucking men is sort of like riding a bicycle. Once you get on, you’ll never want to get off.”

  Brad’s gut clenched at her carefree words. She grinned up at him and wiggled her eyebrows, but for once, he didn’t feel tempted to return the playful smile. Just what had she been doing while she’d been away? How many men had she ridden?

  He swallowed hard, determined not to let reality intrude on his private piece of heaven. Not now. Perhaps in the morning, he’d have to deal with everything that happened. Then again, in the morning, Ali would be gone. He knew that just as he knew that Sean would be there, in his arms, if he allowed him to stay.

  The acceptance of that simple truth shattered the last remnants of the barriers Brad had built around his heart. His nerves felt like they’d been scraped raw, and his emotions threatened to overwhelm him. He closed his eyes. The only thing that mattered was the way it felt to have his body pressed against Ali’s, to experience Sean’s cock gently prodding his ass.