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"Mine. Both mine," he growled, stroking his slippery cock aggressively.

With a grunt, Talius unleashed a shower of cum over Irian and I as we lay exhausted on the bed, marking us, claiming us.

My eyes caught Irian's. His eyes crinkled, a beautific smile transforming his face. My lips ticked upwards in response. This was perfection.

I ran a finger through the sticky mess trickling down Irian's shoulder and offered it to him like I'd seen Talius do that other time. Irian accepted the finger, drawing it into his mouth with his tongue. He smiled again, then released my finger to pull my lips to his, his mouth taking mine deeply and intimately.

The mattress sagged as Talius joined us on the bed, rolling us over and wrapping his arms protectively around us.

I didn't remember anything after that.

Chapter 08

TALIUS

I watched my two sweet men playing video games together in the games room.

They were seated on the couch, controllers in hand, eyes glued to the screen. The sofa was big enough for three, but they were sitting pressed shoulder to shoulder, arms touching, laughing away at whatever was happening on the screen. Every now and then, one of them would rest their head on the other's shoulder.

They were happy and carefree when together, and so much in love. My heart thudded in my chest, nearly bursting with pride and gratitude. I was the luckiest alpha, that the Goddess had seen fit to grant me two such wonderful mates, mates that fit so well together.

A burst of heat flushed through me as I thought about the night before. It had been a good call to get Isca to fuck Irian. Irian had been hungry for him, and Isca had been so proud afterwards. And a little shocked too, I think. My jeans tightened at the memory and I thought about joining them on the sofa, but I had work to attend to.

The game ended with a loud crash! as the spaceship they were flying was overwhelmed by superior forces, and Isca tossed his controller onto the rug.

"We haven't won a single game since we got this," he grumbled. "This new game..."

"Sucks!" Irian interjected, then he pulled a face. "Maybe we should go back to playing against each other. I suck at this. I'm just holding you back."

Isca kicked back on the couch. "Nah, it's more fun to play together. You just need more practice."

Isca threw me a wink over the back of the couch. I knew my role.

"Irian already spends far too much time on that damn machine," I asserted.

"I do not!" Irian jumped to his feet, hands on his hips, glaring at me.

"...time he should be spending on the house-keeping," I continued, the corners of my mouth struggling to stay put.

"The fuck?" Irian spluttered, vertical wrinkles appearing between his brows and the muscles in his jaw tightening. His nostrils flared and his mouth opened to deliver a scathing retort, when he must have caught sight of Isca laughing silently beside him, hand over his mouth and tears streaming down his cheeks.

"What the...?" His head ping-ponged between us. "Fuckers!" he exclaimed, as I gave up my fight to keep a straight face. I wrapped my arms around myself, shaking with laughter. He was so easy to rile up, and now we were a triad I had a willing accomplice anytime I wanted to stir the pot.

Irian plonked himself back down on the sofa with a huff. Isca launched himself on top of him, pushing him onto his back and covering his lips with his own.

It was tempting to join in, but then I'd get no work done at all this morning. Sighing, I adjusted myself, and after leaning over the back of the couch to kiss both men on the head, turned and made my way reluctantly to my office. Sometimes it sucked to be the Pack Alpha.

???

After a deadly boring hour of doing the pack accounts, I pushed away from my desk and stood up, groaning as I stretched my stiff muscles. I needed to get out of the house and into the fresh air. I felt more restless than usual, and whenI started to feel this way, it usually meant the full moon was near and my wolf was near the surface.

That reminded me that I hadn't heard back from my contact on the Council. Making a mental note to follow that up, I left the office and headed past the living room and kitchen, which were now deserted, and out the front door.

Johnson was usually checking the fences at this time of day. Looking around, I couldn't see the quad bike anywhere, which suggested he was still out in the paddocks.

Walk or ride?

I roamed my gaze over the distant paddocks and along the stretches of road visible between the trees. It was deserted. With my wolf already so near the surface and eager to be set free, it was tempting to shift and run to wherever Johnson was working. Easier to locate him in my wolf form, too.

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