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They did clunk heads, lightly, as they trailed kisses along Logan’s spine until he whined and bucked beneath them, nearly causing them to smack their heads together for real.

“You two….” Logan grunted as he sat up and bushed the hair out of his eyes.

“Be careful how you finish that statement,” Roark cautioned him, “because we will do our best to prove we are whatever it is you accuse us of being.”

“Noted,” Logan hissed, narrowing his eyes at Rusty. “What are you doing sitting there? I thought you wanted to be in the middle.”

“I do, but that requires one of you under me,” Rusty shot back.

“Me!” Roark declared, crawling past Logan to reach him.

Rusty grabbed his hair and tilted Roark’s head to the side so he could kiss along the curve of his jaw until his lips were right by Roark’s ear. “Do you want my mouth, or do you want me to fuck you?”

“Fuck me!”

“Then you know what to do,” Rusty snapped and turned him loose so Roark could show off for their mate.

“He’s…both,” Logan moaned when Roark parted his legs and dragged his hand down, stroking his cock before moving it aside to rub lower, to the second set of organs, parting the lips so he could dip his fingers inside.

“Oh yeah,” Rusty replied as he leaned in to drag his tongue over Roark’s fingers until he moved them out of the way.

Roark whimpered, fingers gripping Rusty’s hair, guiding his movements while Logan’s fingers trailed around Rusty’s entrance, slick with lube, the three of them rapidly finding a rhythm.

“Fuck,” Rusty groaned, sending vibrations through Roark, who gripped his hair tighter, echoing his words.

“You have to let go first,” Rusty whined, growing impatient as Roark tugged his hair harder, grinding, wanting Rusty to keep his tongue right where it was.

“You both have to move before I start manhandling wolves,” Logan declared.

Roark whimpered, growing wetter as he rocked his hips a few more times before finally easing his fingers out of Rusty’s hair, taking a few strands with him in the process. Before Rusty could crawl over top of him, Logan caught a fistful of his braid and tugged.

“Come ‘er first,” Logan growled, keeping hold while Rusty crawled backward until they were face to face.

Logan’s kiss was brutal and continued on for so long that Rusty’s thoughts were swirly by the time they broke apart.

“Go ahead, fuck him,” Logan snarled. “I want to watch first, then I’ll fuck you.”

Never had anyone taken control of him in bed like this before. Rusty moaned, cock throbbing with need, body humming with pleasure as Logan’s command rumbled through his mind, prompting him to do as he was told.

And love every fucking second of it, too. His heart hammered like he’d just chased a jackrabbit through the forest, senses heightened as he slid into Roark, burying himself to the hilt. Fuck, he felt good. Rusty kissed him, slowly withdrawing, before rocking his hips, taking his time since it had been awhile since he’d taken to Roark this way. Logan’s voice was in his head, rough with desire, still holding that edge of command.

It’s fucking hot the way he’s got your leg hooked, fingernails dug into your ass as he tugs you closer. He wants you to stop playing, doesn’t he? You’re being all gentle and slow, and he wants you to really fuck him. So do I. I want to watch him unravel before I make you both howl for me. Now fuck him already!

Roark kissed him frantically, spurring him on, so Rusty did as he was told, with Roark crying out his pleasure against Rusty’s lips, forcing him to muffle them with more kisses so he wouldn’t accidentally wake the pups and cut their night short.

“Oh yeah. That’s what I wanted to see,” Logan groaned, hand caressing Rusty’s ass, occasionally dipping between his cheeks, caressing, teasing, toying with Rusty’s entrance until he was rocking himself on Logan’s finger while fucking Roark.

By the time Logan slid inside of him, Rusty was so close to the edge that it only took a few more thrusts before his knot started to swell and Roark came just from the feel of it. Rusty came with Logan driving into him, not that he slowed down any, he fucked him harder, rocking him against Roark, each tug on his knot bringing bursts of pleasure until Rusty came again.

By the time they’d exhausted themselves, they lay in a tangle of arms and legs, panting, Rusty’s thoughts flickering in and out.

“Please let the pups sleep in tomorrow,” Roark groaned.

“It is tomorrow, I think,” Logan moaned.

“Is it too much to hope that they’ll sleep until noon?” Rusty muttered, cheek smooshed into one of the pillows.

Logan chuckled and draped an arm across him.