After

Kit was in a foul mood. He meant to have it out with Ronan about this whole thing, and to ignore Dan from now on.

But that turned out to be easier said than done. Ronan was gone for the week, drilling new recruits at the airforce base outside of Colorado Springs. And Dan was constantly on his mind. The look on his face. His words.

Kit had healed almost completely during the full moon. Now he worked full shifts at Marvin's and even helped out a bit at Marie's, cleaning and stacking dishes and bringing leftover pie slices home to Morgan and Justin, along with rent.

He needed to get to a thrift shop or something, his one set of clothes were falling apart...

Thursday evening he had off. "Rest and prepare for the weekend," Marvin had told him. "I'm expecting a bunch of college kids to come up for karaoke night on Saturday."

Kit decided to take a long shower to relax.

The shower was old and smelt metallic, mould creeping in through cracks in the ceiling. But it was hot and cramped so steam soon filled it up completely, enveloping his body. He groaned and rubbed a bar of soap over his aching, newly healed muscles, lathering up.

His need was growing stronger again, despite what he and Dan had done together. Even though he was using all his own tricks and strategies for coping with it...

Just the thought of Dan made him groan. Kit felt antsy and annoyed - he needed to take the edge off.

He rubbed the bar of soap down his stomach, across the inside of his thigh. It scratched at the sensitive skin, giving him goosebumps.

Kit started stroking himself languidly. With his free hand he rubbed the lathery soap over his nipples, making them stiffen into small, dark buds.

By now he was panting, inhaling thick steam with hot water running down his face, dripping from his hair and nose-tip, trickling into his half-open mouth.

White steam surrounded him, making it difficult to see or breathe. Kit let the soap drop from his hand and heard it hit the floor with a 'thud', reaching behind himself.

Even though his fingers were slick with lather it was a tight fit. He pushed two in straight away, biting his lip against the burning sensation and pumping his cock faster, stretching his ass, moaning.

Kit pressed his forehead against the cold tiles, then his whole chest, gasping.

The contrast between the cool enamel and his own wet, hot skin was startling and delicious. He arched his back, thrusting back against his fingers and clenching tight.

"Just a little further..."

His hips jerked the moment his fingers brushed across the small bundle of nerves inside, and the motion made the head of his cock brush against those cold hard tiles, sending a bolt through him, making him flinch and gasp.

"Ahh..." he moaned, speeding up, cock leaking. His nimble fingers kept rubbing that one spot that sent jolts though his body and his other hand squeezed his cock and rubbed the tip, rough against that pink, sensitive skin.

He imagined large hands gripping him, grabbing his hips and pulling him back. A big, blunt cock pushing against his crease...

Dan's warm brown eyes watching him...

"What do you think you are doing -" A cold voice whispered beside his ear, "Without your Master's permission?"

Kit yelped, spinning around and stepping squarely on the bar of soap.

Slipping, he crashing into the wall and slid down through the thick vapour to end up sprawled on the dirty tiles, eyes searching frantically around him.

He was alone.

"What the fuck?" he whispered.

For a second he had felt Devlin's breath on his neck, heard his smooth voice clear as day. It was as if he had really been there...

Kit shivered. He turned off the taps and hurried to dry off - his erection was gone now, anyway.

As he made his way towards the kitchen, he spotted Morgan and Justin on the floor of the living room. They sat cuddled up in a pile of woollen throws on the floor, watching an old movie on VCR and murmuring to each other.

They looked adorable.

"Charlie! Are you working Saturday?" Morgan greeted him.

"Yeah, why?"

"Great! We were thinking of going to Marvin's, all the guys, the whole pack I mean."

"The whole pack?" I need to have a word with Ronan. A stern word.

"Yep. It's karaoke night, you know."

"I know."

"Maybe you could get some time off to hang with us?"

"I doubt it, but I can ask, sure."

Looking at them so cosy made something twist inside Kit. He wanted to mess up their sweet serenity.

And he wanted to forget about everything that had happened in the shower. Forget about Dan's words and Devlin's threats... His promises.

I will find you, Kitty... At the end's of the earth. You will never get away from me.

Screw it, he was done being careful. Tonight he just needed a break...he needed not to think. Blood singing, he made his way over to them.

Justin moved his hand, grazing Morgan's fingers, then flinching back and blushing. Kit rolled his eyes. A slow smile curved his full lips.

"So... do you boys -" he said, plopping down between them and laying his head in Morgan's lap,

"Want to play a game with me?"

He stretched his body out over both their legs. Justin tensed a bit but Morgan looked perplexed and amused - it was a cute look on him, so Kit grinned.

"What kind of game?" Justin asked but his eyes were focused on Morgan, who was busy reaching out for Kit's mahogany curls, fascinated and hesitant.

"You're so small, Charlie," Morgan said with something like wonder, carding his fingers though his hair softly. "How come you're so tiny?"

"You should be careful what you ask me, Morgan," Kit replied without opening his eyes. "'Cause I might actually answer you. Make sure you really wanna know."

"I want to know..."

"It's 'cause I didn't eat enough, when I was a kid. So I didn't grow properly. Always was small for my age - my mom was short and slight too. But she only ate heroin."

"Oh," Morgan said softly.

"Are you gay?" Justin asked, changing the topic with a glance at Morgan.

"Bi, really, but I'm also just suuuuper easy."

"Oh? What's your type?"

"Couples," Kit answered, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Couples?" Morgan breathed it, and Justin looked like someone had just hit him over the head with a brick.

"Yeah. They don't get attached, and it's fun to mess with their dynamic."

He flashed them a cheeky grin for good measure, fingers twining in the blanket under him.

"How did you two meet, anyway?" he asked, looking at Justin.

"Well..." he began, glancing away. Almost absentmindedly he started trailing his fingers over Kit's jeans-clad calfs where they lay across his lap.

"We met in college. At try-outs for track. I... I'm actually from Washington DC. My parents are academics, betas, and part of a really large pack there. I have three brothers, all betas. Two powerful alphas rule that pack. And when I got older and they noticed I was an alpha wolf... they let my family know I had to go.

"And I guess I just thought...like a silly child...that if I was just good enough and didn't make any trouble maybe I'd get to stay. With my family. In my hometown. I tried to be invisible and perfect.

"But it made no difference. The Alphas didn't wasn't any young alpha werewolves around. They didn't kick me out, but...they told my parents I should apply for a college out-of state. And...not move home. Afterwards."

Kit leaned against his leg, giving it a slight reassuring pressure, saying nothing.

"So I moved across the country and started college here. I was so lonely and homesick and I knew I could never go back...

"Then in that school stadium, on that plastic grass... I caught his scent. The most enticing scent I had ever smelt and not like any other werewolf in the world. And I knew I would never be alone again. I had found him."

"You recognize your mate by scent?"

"Yes."

"Huh."

So would Dan...never find his? Kit expelled that thought from his mind - it was none of his concern, anyway.

"Morgan really saved me, you know. When I first came here to study I was so lonely and depressed. Then I found him. He found me. And he just...formed a pair with me. Brought me into this pack. Became my family, taught me so much...

"And he saved me," Morgan whispered, his eyes fixed on Justin like he was the most wonderful thing in the world, a miracle.

"Gave me..." he trailed off as if he couldn't put into words the multitude of things Justin had given him. "So - so many things I didn't even know existed in this world. That didn't exist, before him."

"This pack accepted me," Justin continued, "Well - everyone except Darren, and you know what he's like. And Morgan stayed by my side. He is the best thing - the best thing - that has ever happened to me."

Justin looked at Morgan and the other youth looked back, his expression soft and open and unguarded.

That look was so full of love. It left a bitter taste in Kit's mouth.

He stretched out his limbs slowly and let his curls fan out around his face, settling against Morgan's thigh and sighing, eyelashes brushing his cheeks.

His slim legs were slung over Justin's lap and he moved them a bit, watching him with half-lidded hazel eyes and feeling his lean, taut muscles through his ironed chinos.

So put-together, Justin was. So polite. So jumpers and schoolbooks and lace-up shoes. Perfect and proper, just like he'd said. He needs to let loose a little.

"You guys are so sweet," Kit said, stretching again, feeling his T-shirt ride up a little over his hips. "Makes me want a taste."

There was a buzz in his veins - warm little sparks travelling all over his skin.

"C'mon. Don'tcha wanna play with me?" He purred, focusing on that hot, reckless feeling. As whiff of something sickly-sweet and pungent, ylang-ylang and sex, wafted through the air.

"Mhm," Justin sighed, leaning towards Kit as his stiff posture melted.

Morgan's eyes were wide but even he swayed forward, looking almost hypnotised. One of his hands reached out to comb through Kit's curls again stand the smaller wolf leaned into his touch.

"Charlie, your scent..." Morgan whispered.

Justin was suddenly behind Kit, nose nuzzling into the back of his neck and arms snaking around his middle, pulling him up and flush against his chest.

It was different than the full moon. The omega felt no startling, overwhelming heat, no compulsion or weakness.

But he felt that buzz and he saw the look on Morgan's face - there was that pungent sweetness spreading throughout the room that Kit could only remember catching a whiff of once before and it came from - him?

I can do it on purpose?

"Charlie." This time it was a moan and a plea as Morgan fell forward, his hands slipping from Kit's hair to grip his ribcage, his face falling into the crook of the smaller man's neck.

He was sandwiched between them now, their warm, quivering bodies surrounding him.

A rush entirely unconnected to his werewolf nature overcame Kit, leaving him breathless.

"Let's have some fun," he said and didn't even recognise his own voice. It was low and seductive, more feline than lupine.

He pulled Morgan's face up from where he was busy placing kitten licks along Kit's collarbone and kissed him, tongue sliding against his lips, prodding them.

Morgan's mouth was soft and hesitant and yielding, lips opening gently. Kit licked into his mouth in reward and Morgan whined, sound vibrating through them both as his eyes fell closed.

Justin growled and his hands moved inside Kit's T-shirt and up his chest, claws scraping his skin.

Kit gasped and broke the kiss. Morgan leaned forward, following, eyes fixed on his glistening lips and pupils blown wide.

"Hey. Do you want to hear the game?"

The only response was a grunt from Justin and a needy whine from Morgan. Kit laughed, rolling, purring.

"Morgan. Lie down with your back against Justin's chest."

They hesitated to comply, still kissing his skin, but obeyed when he slithered out from between them. Morgan laid down on the blanket on the floor, pupils blown wide and lips glistening, looking up at Kit.

"These are the rules," the omega purred.

"Morgan doesn't speak - not a word, not unless you want to stop. And Justin doesn't touch. Well, he's not allowed to touch Morgan - but he can touch me. And he can tell me what to do."

Kit slid down, eyes locked on Justin's, until his lips were almost brushing Morgan's.

"How well do you know your boyfriend, Justin? Do you know what he likes? Can you direct me, hm? I'll do whatever you say... Tell me to kiss him."

Justin's tongue wet his lips and he swallowed. "Kiss him," he whispered.

Kit surged forward, pressing against Morgan's supple lips in a wet, firm, commanding kiss. He traced his fingers along the younger man's smooth jaw, asking for entrance, and elation filled him when Morgan opened for him with a soft moan, their tongues sliding together.

Then he pulled back, half rising, looking at Justin. Waiting. The tall werewolf looked dazed - then his eyes snapped up from his mate's pleasure-stricken expression and he seemed to realise what Kit was waiting for.

"Touch him," he said, voice rough. "Kiss...his neck."

Obeying without question, Kit dipped in to taste Morgan's throat, nipping at his jaw, his Adam's apple, then his collarbone. Morgan gasped and trembled and Justin ran his hands over his arms.

Now, that wouldn't do.

Kit grabbed Justin's hand and placed it on the back of his skull.

Direct me.

Justin's eyes widened and he pressed Kit's head into Morgan's chest, dragging his lips over his mate's skin, using him. A little shiver of pleasure ran through Kit.

"Un...Unbutton it. An lick him."

Kit's nimble fingers worked open the buttons on Morgan's shirt before Justin was even finished talking, his tongue licking hot stripes between his pecs, around his nipples, blowing warm air onto the light pink buds until they hardened into tiny, sensitive nubs.

Morgan arched his back up into Kit's touch and moaned, head falling back and eyes searching for Justin's.

"You're...so beautiful," Justin murmured, hands hovering over Morgan's face.

It was too sweet. Kit growled, raising his head.

"You don't like the game, Justin? Want to stop? Then go ahead and touch him."

Justin's eyes narrowed. He looked down at Morgan, flushed and half-undone before him. Raising his eyes to Kit's, he lowered his hand.

"Kiss him lower," he ordered, loud and firm, daring.

Kit grinned and bent down, sliding his body along Morgan's, feeling his hardness pressing into his stomach, then chest, making him groan. He pressed an opened-mouthed kiss to Morgan's head through his pants and the other man whined.

Justin looked wrecked. Kit wanted to take pity on him... but instead he slowly unbuttoned Morgan's trousers and freed his straining, throbbing erection, pumping his hand along the silken, hot, hard skin, admiring the red, glistening head already beading precome.

"Taste him." The command seemed almost wrenched from the nineteen-year-old's throat.

Kit barely needed to be told - he flicked his tongue out to taste that clear enticing bead of moisture and swirled his tongue around his mouth, tasting. He looked up at them, limbs spread out and tangled in the blankets.

Morgan had his head thrown back against Justin's shoulder - moaning - and Justin looked like he was about to come apart at the seams, sweating, breath coming out like a hiss.

"You can - you can touch him now, Justin."

Justin groaned, loud, and his hands raked along Morgan's body at Kit's words. At the same time, Kit licked along his cock from base to tip, then swallowed him down in one go.

Morgan screamed, hands flying up to grip Justin's short, tightly-curled hair.

Justin pulled him up to onto his lap, dragging him free of Kit's wet mouth with an obscene 'pop' and nuzzling into his neck.

"Charlie," he panted, "Come here."

Surprised, Kit crawled over to them. Justin pulled him up into Morgan's lap, kissing him wet and sloppy over his boyfriend's shoulder, one hand leaving Morgan's chest to cup Kit's face.

The small wolf smiled and moved Justin's hand down to his tailbone, encouraging him to slide it down lower as he started stroking Morgan again, relishing the high needy sounds he made, his hands groping both their bodies blindly, eyes fluttering shut. Kit kissed him again, swallowing those sweet little sounds.

"I've never kissed anyone except Justin before," Morgan whispered, licking his swollen lips. Kit heard Justin moan and couldn't help grinning.

"Have you ever done this with anyone but Justin?" he teased, tracing his finger along the seam on the underside of his leaking cock.

"N-No," Morgan said, eyes flitting shut again, his breath coming in little breathy gasps. "Not even with him."

Kit's eyes widened. "What?"

Justin groaned and pulled Kit forward so that he found himself straddling his hips behind Morgan and his mouth ravaged with hungry kisses.

"Mpfh," he said, surprise and pleasure warring inside him as Justin bit his bottom lip and pulled gently.

Morgan - twisting around - pushed Kit's T-shirt up and started kissing up his chest.

"Wa-Wait," Kit stammered, trying to clear his head. Something was wrong. He just had to remember what. "You guys...have done this before - ah! - right? Wi- oohhh... - With each other?"

Justin nipped at the skin below his jaw and Kit felt pleasure bloom inside him, his clarity slipping. Maybe it didn't really matter, maybe nothing in the world mattered except this sensation...

"No," Justin growled. "But we want."

"Want -" Morgan agreed. He was busy sucking a hickey into the top of Kit's shoulder and his voice was muffled. "You taste so good..."

"Want," Justin repeated.

Both of them. Usually so eloquent and soft-spoken and gentle. In the weeks Kit had stayed with them they had shown him nothing but kindness and consideration. This was their first time.

This isn't right, Kit thought.

He wrenched free, pulling out of their embrace so suddenly that Morgan fell onto his back. They both froze and stared at him with twin looks of surprise.

"I - I'm sorry," Kit gasped.

Trembling from top to toe, he was fighting the urge to return to their arms. He wanted their hands on him, their warmth filling him up from the inside.

He burned to make that sweet pungent scent grow stronger until it it fogged up the entire house and they all lost their minds in a pile of limbs and hedonistic pleasure.

Kit took a deep, shuddering breath.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to - I'm really sorry."

He turned and bolted through the door.