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"I'm not," he answered, shivering as Phoenix's lips touched his neck.

Griffin was on his other side, nipping at his shoulder with his canines. He tugged Lars's shirt off and wrapped his arm around his chest, pulling him onto his lap. Phoenix grabbed the ankles of Lars's pants and ripped them off of his body. He struggled against Griffin, but the Alpha held him there, pinned to his chest. Griffin was radiating heat, as great as a furnace. Phoenix stood, opened the fastener on his trousers, and exposed his erection in front of Lars's face.

Phoenix's powerful scent was an aphrodisiac to him. The hum sang throughout his body, a resonating note that could only harmonize with these two Alphas. And it was harmonizing now, producing a feeling of absolute bliss. Everything else began to slip away. The questions lost their importance, and then their meaning altogether. All that was left was his urge to mate.

Pregnant.He needed to get pregnant.

He reached out and grabbed for Phoenix's cock, murmuring that he wanted it inside of him.

Denying him of his wishes, Phoenix pulled his hips back. Lars growled and whined, but still Phoenix denied him. "Ride him," the Alpha said. "I want to see the face you make when Griffin's cock goes inside of you."

Griffin laid back onto the sleeping fur and watched Lars tug at his pants, hurriedly trying to remove them so that he could get at the prize inside. Phoenix stood with his hands on his hips, watching pleased as his Omega obeyed his command.

Lars got Griffin's trousers down to his ankles and scrambled to position himself over his erect pillar. He reached down between his own legs and confirmed just how wet he was, then gripped the Alpha's cock, holding it still as he lowered himself onto it.

Release.The feeling of contact, of penetration, breaking his seal and moving deeper and deeper... It was like scratching a deep itch that he'd been suffering through for hours. What he felt at first wasn't even sexual pleasure, it was just relief. He ground his teeth and bit his lip as tears dotted the corners of his eyes. He couldfeelGriffin's cock inside of him; the distinct, unique energy of it. It was his Alpha's cock, and he knew that Phoenix's would spur the same reaction.

Lars dropped onto his knees and Griffin grabbed him at the waist and began to thrust his hips upward into him. The moment Lars's mouth dropped open to let out a moan, Phoenix stepped forward and filled it with his waiting erection.

The voice called faintly in the back of his mind, telling him to stop, to regain control. He ignored it. Or maybe it was more that he had no power to heed it. In these past few days, his will had been tested and broken. He'd wanted to believe he was strong. After all, he'd already suffered through so much and survived. He'd escaped the burning of the royal grounds. He'd fled with just a guard of three Alphas, dodging checkpoints and hiding out from patrols of search wolves. He'd kept his head through all of that, despite having never experienced a moment of danger his entire life. But these two... They'd ignited his estrous and enraptured him into being unable to refuse their wishes.

When Griffin came, Lars felt the anchoring bulge of his knot inside him, pressing against his spot. With a strained bellow, he wrapped his arm around across Lars, squeezing him against his chest as he buried his face against the back of his neck and bit him. Lars screamed in surprise. They'd never scruffed him like that before. The pain gave way to an overwhelming sense of calm. His eyes rolled up into his head as his body went loose. He could feel the rhythmic pulse of Griffin's cock inside of him, pumping him full of his semen.

Phoenix backed away, stroking himself as he waited for his turn.

Griffin released Lars from his bite and lifted him from his cock. Lars could barely move his limbs; his body was still sedated from the Alpha's scruff.

Powerful hands flipped him over so that he was on his hands and knees over Griffin, his ass up, presenting and waiting to receive Phoenix. A vise grip on his hips, a tug backwards, and that same back-bending sensation of relief arced through his body as he was filled. He hung his head and hid his face as he rocked back and forth with each pounding thrust of Phoenix's cock.

"Look at me," Griffin said. "Look into my eyes as he takes you."

"No," Lars moaned, but he looked anyway. The Alpha's gaze pierced his with a dominating energy, holding him captive. Phoenix pumped deep into him, breaking his will with every thrust. And the deeper Phoenix sank into him, the tighter he squeezed around him, holding him inside, inviting him to finish inside of him.

Climax hit Lars first, sending tension through his entire body. His entrance gripped around Phoenix's cock; he never wanted him to withdraw. Phoenix roared, the sudden embracing tightness inducing his orgasm. He knotted, sealing and locking inside of Lars's channel as he wave after wave of come shot deep inside.

The Alpha was shuddering, his face clenched into a strained grimace. His fingers dug painfully into Lars's flesh, holding him tightly in place. His cock throbbed again and Lars felt another hot gush of his seed deep inside. There was too much—he was filled to the brim, and not even the anchoring hold of the knot could restrain the excess from spurting out. Lars cried out as he felt its warmth seep out from his hole, oozing down his thighs and his balls. His body reacted viscerally to the loss of the potent stuff, and his hand shot between his thighs in an attempt to rescue it with his palm.

Griffin still kept his gaze. The Alpha took his face into his hands, his huge palms cradling his cheeks. "You're lucky we found you," he rumbled. "Do you know why?"

Lars struggled to speak. He could barely keep himself up. His arms trembled. Shocks of the orgasm continued to spark through him, sending spasms to his muscles, curling his toes and shaking his extremities. "My luck..." he managed. "I've had none of it. Not since the war began."

Phoenix, his cock pinned deep inside of him, wrapped his arms around Lars. Holding him tightly, he lay them on their side on the sleeping fur. With Lars in the center, the two brothers formed a kind of protective nest around him. Lars felt the warmth of their bodies surrounding him, felt the lazy pulse of Phoenix's knot, felt their heartbeats. He drew in deep, hungry lungfuls of their scent, bathing and reveling in it. The resonance, the harmonization; it was perfect. It felt so incrediblyright—and he absolutely loathed the fact that it did.

Phoenix licked his neck where Griffin had scruffed him, lightly brushing his lips against the wound. A tingling sensation spread across his skin, replacing the raw soreness.

"Bear us a strong child," Phoenix said. "And you'll understand just how lucky you are."

As the fervor of his arousal slowly cleared, Lars buried his face into the furs in an attempt to hide himself away from the situation and his two captors, to comfort himself. But, with cruel irony, only the scent and presence of the Alphas could provide that for him.

* * *

During the following days, Lars was dragged around by one brother or the other and oftentimes both as they went about their duties at the forest camp in Zone E. The rules were always the same: Don't speak unless spoken to. Be invisible. It was past the period of adjustment where his body would suffer from being out of their presence for too long, but the soldiers here were savage and couldn't be trusted. There hadn't been a major skirmish in over a week, but the men had been there for months without much reprieve and they were hungry for blood and for mates.

Lars was more of a pet than a mate or even a servant. He followed quietly and sat at a distance, sometimes in his wolf form, watching and listening to the proceedings. There were no more secret exchanges, no more whispers or unusual meetings. There wasn't much of anything.

He was disturbed by the first intruding thought of actually looking forward to going back to the tent with Griffin and Phoenix. What frightened him was that it was his own thought, not one spurred by cravings he had no control of.

Part of him wanted to run. To escape past the barbed wire where he knew he would be quickly ended, either by wolf trap or the mines that remained. But that part of him was quickly quieted. It was just an intruding thought, too. He had no right to take his own life. He had promised his parents he would live. He had promised his people he would return and avenge them. And he would try.