Ronan surged forward with so much force that Kit's back slammed into the cave wall behind him, knocking the breath from his lungs and into his Alpha's mouth.

Kit broke the kiss, gasping for air as Ronan's hands roamed his body, slipping around his waist and into his jeans to grope his ass. He was sniffing along Kit's jaw, burying his nose in his hair.

The pheromones were rolling off him now, impossible to hold back any longer, stronger and heavier in Ronan's presence. They were going to Kit's head and making him dizzy.

"Hngh...hah..."

His Heat was back, the overpowering need suffusing his body, melting him into a helpless puddle of want and desire. It was uncontrollable. It was incredible.

Suddenly Ronan was snatched away and Dan was kissing him instead, his body hot along Kit's front, gently pressing him into the rough stone, tongue dipping into his mouth.

A growl sounded but the small werewolf ignored it, hands busy caressing the muscles on his mate's chest. Then something knocked into his Dan's side and his eyes went wide before he lost balance, tumbling to the ground with Ronan on top of him, away from Kit.

The Omega stood - dazed - by the wall and watched them grapple.

"Beta," Ronan snarled, "Stand aside. That's an order."

"We-ell," Kit said, slowly, enunciating every syllable, "I order you to get back here and kiss me, Beta. So who're you gonna obey, Daniel? Your Alpha - or your mate?"

He swayed on his feet, endorphins rushing through his bloodstream, half-drunk on pheromones.

Ronan was just as bad, sweating, pupils dilated and fixed on Kit, Dan's arms still wound around him and trapping him on the ground.

Dan grinned, adjusting his grip on Ronan and grunting when he tried to twist free. He was the only one unaffected by Kit's scent, and his eyes shone with amusement.

"I think I'll do what I want."

And he twisted Ronan around in his grip and kissed him.

"Oh - yes," Kit breathed, breath hitching as he watched their lips slotting together, bruising, almost angry. Ronan growled and grabbed Dan's shoulders, biting at his lip, digging in his nails.

Kit's knees buckled, sending him sprawling on the floor. His limbs felt like jelly, skin hot and itching to be touched.

He crawled over to them and started kissing Dan's neck until strong arms pulled him in between their bodies and his mate's lips were back on his.

The Omega moaned, mouth opening and eyes rolling back.

Ronan kissed up his spine and he finally let go of the rest of his control, letting his body run wild.

This time, he didn't force himself back under control. This time, he gave in and let his instincts take over and disintegrate the last of his self-possession. This time, he trusted the two werewolves cradling his body in their hands.

He was on Dan's lap, clinging to him, wrecked with sensation.

Dan's hand on him through the fabric of his jeans nearly made Kit sob and he clung to his neck, moaning his pleasure. Before he knew it his trousers were undone and that large fist wrapped around his erection, working him.

Then Ronan's hands were on his ass, kneading his cheeks, his hard length nestled between them, his hot tongue on Kit's skin.

Ronan's breath along his back, up to his neck - pausing, with effort, to ask.

"Okay, Kit?" Whispered, gentle. Kit knew that even now, drunk on pheromones, he would stop. He had that same iron-willed self-control and caring that Dan had, just under a veil of disinterest.

And that was why Kit trusted him. His Alpha.

"Yes," he sobbed, gasping. "Yes, yes, yes."

Ronan kissed up his spine, light, light kisses caressing his neck, hot breath on his skin, making Kit tremble in anticipation. In front of him, Dan, his mate - huge and gentle and smelling so good.

His Beta. The only man in the world that he trusted. The only person alive... that he really loved.

It was Kit's turn to lose control of his tongue - he moaned shamelessly into the air, arching his back, putty in their hands. Now that Ronan had a hold on him his self-control seemed to be seeping back but Kit's was bleeding away, leaving him a helpless, writhing puddle of want.

Alpha.

"I want..." he whined.

"What do you want?"

"More."

He was splayed out on the furs, head hanging, Ronan's cock pressing deep into his throat, down past his Adam's apple. The angle - head bent back, nose brushing his balls - made it impossible for him to pull away or move at all as his Alpha slowly thrust in and out.

Between Kit's legs, Dan swallowed his dick and scissored two fingers inside him. He moaned around the prick in his mouth, sending vibrations through it.

Ronan groaned and pulled away, leaving his mouth empty and dripping saliva as the older werewolf dropped to his knees on the floor beside him and replaced his cock with his tongue, kissing Kit deeply.

Dan crooked his fingers and Kit tensed, panting.

"Ah! Ahn- ah - ahhh! Mhpf, Dan..."

"Yes, Kit?"

"Ah! More!"

Dan grinned and kissed the bend of his knee, pushing his fingers in deeper. Then he pulled them out and shifted away from Kit, who whined in displeasure.

He walked over to Ronan and pulled him off Kit - leaving him empty - and drew his ex-boyfriend into a passionate kiss.

"Oh!"

Kit watched them, swallowing his suddenly thick tongue. He couldn't tear his eyes away.

"That is insanely hot," he whispered, his neglected dick twitching. He watched their lips sliding together, heard the wet clicking sounds.

Gasping, he felt another wave of Heat crash over him, back arching up, pheromones spilling out.

Ronan moaned aloud, swaying towards Kit. Dan yanked him back and kissed along his neck while he strained towards the ready and willing Omega among the furs.

"You bastard," the Alpha panted without any real malice, his skin shining with perspiration, eyelids fluttering in response to Dan's lips on his skin.

Kit moaned, knees falling open - still stretched out on his back with his head pointing at the two others - spreading his legs. He ached.

His pheromones were so thick in the air he feared he might choke on them, his cock straining and weeping, skin burning to be touched. Kit wrapped a hand around it and tugged, whining again.

He needed - needed -

"Hands," he gasped. "Skin - cocks -"

Well done, Kit. A wonder of clarity.

But it did the trick. Dan released Ronan and suddenly four hands were on him at once and he shouted, head thrown back, spine twisting among the soft sheepskins.

"Yes - yes - More - " he babbled, and the hands stroked along his sides, over his chest, up his spread legs.

He shivered from the sensation, the anticipation, the pleasure blooming everywhere they touched.

"Please," he begged, not registering the way their breaths hitched at hearing it.

Because he was safe. Because he knew that they would never hurt him. Because they were his. His mate and his Alpha.

Then Ronan was finally kneeling between his legs and Kit spread them wider, pushing his heels down into the furs to bring his ass up - wanton, desperate, and not one bit ashamed.

His body felt so goddamn hot.

Ronan's did too, by the looks of it. He was panting - breath turning to mist in the night air - sweat dripping from his brow. His pupils were blown wide and his teeth had shifted into a wolf's long, curved canines.

He buried his nose in Kit's neck and breathed, whining softly.

His tongue licked a hot trail along his collarbone and then he was pushing into Kit's slick, ready hole. Kit whined, pressing back into him, wrapping his legs around Ronan's hips.

"Dan," he called blindly and then his mate's arms wrapped around him from behind, pulling Kit's torso up into his lap, fingers running through his damp curls.

Ronan bottomed out and groaned, the sound mixing with Kit's moan.

The burn, the stretch, the sensation of being full. Instead of sating him, it only made his body burn hotter.

"More," he breathed. "More."

Kit drew one of Dan's hands out of his hair and brought it to his kiss-swollen lips, licking up his palm before taking two fingers into his mouth and sucking on them, slurping.

Ronan groaned again and his hips snapped forward, thrusting into Kit.

The Omega's eyes rolled back in his head. His legs clutched the Alpha to his body as the last of Ronan's restraint finally collapsed and he started thrusting into that tight heat with utter abandon.

"Ah - yes - ahn - aahhh!" Kit held onto Dan and let go of his voice. He writhed in pleasure on the sheepskins.

It was almost enough.

"Dan... More. Please," he said, looking up through pleasure-hooded eyes at his mate. He turned his head to nuzzle the long, thick, erect cock sticking up beside his head in Dan's lap.

When he spoke, Dan's voice sounded horse.

"Just - tap me anywhere - if it's too much," he said.

Then he shifted onto his knees and straddled Kit's head, feeding his hard length into the omega's open mouth.

Kit breathed through his nose and drew in his mate's musky, half-wolf half-human scent, laced with sweat and arousal. Dan's thick thighs bracketed his head and his cock stuffed his mouth to the limit, nudging the back of his throat. He couldn't move an inch.

And it felt amazing. When Ronan moved again the pleasure spiked and sizzled and Kit's hips snapped back to meet his thrusts.

He choked on Dan's cock and felt Ronan ramming into him and Kit's mind was wiped blank - his whole existence shrunk to nothing except blissful sensation.

Dan pulled out of his mouth and Kit moaned at the loss. Then he saw the two of them meeting in a kiss again above him, tongues exploring and entwining just as Ronan's thrusts grew erratic.

The Omega arched his back, wanting his Alpha even deeper, and Ronan grabbed Kit's bony hip in one hand and thrust in hard, his other hand twisting in Dan's hair.

Kit could hear Ronan's muffled cry as he came deep inside him, tongue still in his Beta's mouth.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice ragged and torn. "Fuck."

That was the first time Kit had ever heard him swear. It was hot as all Hell but he was still hard and he needed more -

"More," he panted. "More cock. More cum inside me."

They stared at him for the duration of one heartbeat and then Ronan pulled out, lifting him up against his chest.

Now Dan was behind him and his cock - even longer and thicker than Ronan's - pressed between his cheeks from behind.

Kit was slick with saliva, sweat, and cum but it still stretched him - a sweet burn - as Dan slipped slowly inside him.

He moaned against Ronan's chest.

Yes. This was right. Dan's heat, Dan's scent, Dan's skin pressed along his back, Dan's cock inside him.

Dan rocked against him, thrusting up into his ass and Kit choked on air, tears springing to his eyes.

"Aaaaah...ngh, yes, so, so good... don't stop - " he babbled.

Ronan swallowed his words in a kiss and Kit knew that the Alpha must be able to taste Dan's cock on his tongue.

He kissed back sloppily, moaning into Ronan's mouth with every slow, deep, languid thrust Dan gave him.

Finally Kit drew back.

"More," he pleaded. "Dan - I need you - "

Dan slammed up into him and Kit gasped.

So good.

Sandwiched between them - pressed up against their hot, sweaty bodies in the middle of the woods - Kit threw back his head and screamed. The sound bounced off the close walls of the cavern.

Ronan licked along the side of his neck, nipping, and Dan thrust up hard and Kit pressed into Ronan's teeth, pleasure building inside him, suddenly needing again -

"Dan - !"

Dan's head fell against the other side of his neck, sucking a hickey into the tender skin there.

"Yes - Yes!"

Kit shouted when he felt their teeth scrape tendons and muscles - he clenched tight around Dan, his cock trapped between his own stomach and Ronan's washboard abs, rubbing in a way that created delicious friction.

The Omega moaned, baring his neck again.

Ronan's teeth grazed the skin of his throat and he quivered, shivers running up his spine, pushing back onto his mate's cock.

He clung to Ronan in front of him, nails turned to claws digging into his skin. He kissed him, tongue in his mouth as Dan took him, hand reaching around Kit's waist and wrapping around his prick.

Dan groaned in his ear and the low, throaty sound undid Kit.

With one hand he grabbed his mate's hair and the other dug into Ronan's shoulder, urging his Alpha on.

Finally, finally - wolf-fangs bit down, sinking into each shoulder simultaneously and stars exploded in front of Kit's eyes.

It was everything he never knew he needed and something snapped into place within him and he keened.

Kit came over Dan's fist in jagged spurts, howling in blind ecstasy.

He convulsed in their arms and felt them hold him tighter, Dan's cock pulsating inside him as he followed his lover over the edge.

Blood trickled down Kit's chest. He came back to himself slowly, blinking. His thoughts were still hazy, is body limp and aching in the best way, limbs heavy.

When their blunt teeth left his flesh, canines retracing, he winced. The two werewolves still supported his weight between them, licking the new wounds carefully.

He felt completely sated, his heat fading now that his body's needs were met, mind groggy.

Running a hand over the fresh, raised, half-circle bites just where his shoulders met his neck, he bit his lip at the pleasurable sting of pain.

Kit was absolutely sure of one thing, however. No matter what - even if they had to renew them every month -

These bite marks wouldn't fade.

He would never let them.