Page 31 of Bound to Exiles (Rejected Wolf Pack #5)

Gage

The night air held a bite of frost as I made my final rounds through our temporary camp.

Moonblessed’s walls loomed in the distance, a constant reminder of the territory we’d lost. Our exiled pack members huddled around fires, their quiet conversations buzzing with uncertainty about the future.

The need to protect and provide for the pack left me feeling restless, and I decided to circle around to some of the Frost Fang alphas and make sure they were following their patrol rotations.

But Heath had other plans for tonight.

“The alphas have everything under control,” he said, falling into step beside me. “It’s time for you to take the night off.”

His carefully controlled desire mixed with something that felt oddly like hope washed over me through the Bonded link. Since Heath had always been the one to have the strongest control over what he revealed in the bond even before Zak taught us more, I knew he’d intentionally let his feelings slip.

But before I could analyze it further, movement caught my eye. Zak emerged from between two tents, his dark skin gleaming in the firelight. Our newest Bonded’s gaze dropped instantly in submission, but not before I caught the heat in his eyes .

“Alphas,” he murmured as he passed.

Heath’s desire spiked, and I snarled even as my wolf begged to come out and play. Despite Zak’s revelations yesterday, I still didn’t fully trust the mage. The way Heath looked at him…

I glared at Zak until he disappeared into one of the smaller sleeping tents set up near the meeting tent. Once we walked out of earshot, Heath grabbed my elbow, pulling me to a stop.

“Is that why you won’t bring him into the pack?” Heath’s voice held an edge. “Because you’ve noticed how I look at him?”

“No,” I growled, but we both knew it wasn’t entirely true.

How could I sort out whatever was building between Heath and me if he was already falling for Zak? The thought of Heath with the mage made my chest tight in a way I didn’t want to examine.

“Gage,” Heath warned, stepping into my space, close enough that his scent filled my lungs and made me weak in the knees.

I wanted to grab Heath, throw him down, and make him submit so I could see how I really felt about him. But it wouldn’t be fair to him if I changed my mind. What if I wasn’t bisexual like Heath?

“Are you two coming to bed or not?” Freya’s mental voice reached us both.

The eagerness in her tone told me she and Heath had planned this. My wolf bristled at being manipulated, but another part of me liked the challenge in Heath’s eyes.

“Should I mention I’m not wearing any pants?” Freya teased when neither of us immediately responded.

“This might be a bad idea,” I warned, even as I followed him toward one of the largest sleeping tents.

Heath’s quiet laugh sent shivers down my spine. “You always say that right before the best ideas.”

Freya waited alone inside the tent. She sat cross-legged on a pile of blankets, wearing nothing but one of my shirts. The sight of her in my clothes made my cock twitch. She’d known exactly what she was doing when she put it on.

Heath and Freya both looked to me, and I bent over to get rid of my boots, trying to gather my courage to explore things with Heath. They’d created this opening on purpose, not to pressure me, but to give us an opportunity.

But I still wasn’t sure what I could offer someone as experienced as Heath. Zak’s words came back to me, “If you wanted to frot together, I can think of much more comfortable ways to do it.”

Maybe that’s why Heath was so frustrated. Maybe I should get out of their way. They both clearly had more experience. Zak would know how to please Heath better than I ever would. I should quit while I was ahead to avoid hurting Heath.

But those thoughts slipped from my mind like sand through my fingers as I glanced up to see the two of them together.

By the time I slipped out of my boots, Heath was already naked.

Freya stared at him with open admiration, licking her lips.

She wasn’t the only one. Heath wrapped his hand around his hardening cock and gave it a squeeze, smiling as I watched.

“See something you want?” he asked seductively.

“Two somethings,” I answered.

I slid my gaze to Freya, but I needn’t have worried about her reaction, as her fingers went to the top button of my shirt that she wore.

“Somethings?” Heath chuckled. “Or someones?”

Freya’s desire bled through the bond to both of us, and I mentally drew the curtains around the three of us as Zak had taught us. Even now, the thought of learning anything from that cocky mage pissed me off.

“I asked you a question,” Heath growled, bringing my attention back to the moment. “Tell us what you want.”

We’d both been trained since childhood to turn uncertainty into anger, to never show weakness. But the feeling coursing through me now wasn’t anger. It was pure, molten need.

I shook my head as I stared at his cock in his hand, unable to voice my desires even as my mouth watered.

“You don’t have to be the decisive pack alpha right now,” Freya said softly, cutting into my nervous indecision. “Maybe this time, you can just watch… and see what catches your eye.”

My throat went dry as Heath crossed to her, cupping her face in his hands. When their lips met, it wasn’t the rough claiming I expected. Heath kissed her slowly, reverently, his thumbs stroking her cheeks.

Heath’s hands slid down to finish unbuttoning the shirt, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he exposed her breasts for us both to see. Then he broke the kiss to trail his lips down her throat.

Freya’s eyes found mine, dark with desire. “Watch us, alpha.”

The title sent heat straight to my groin. I’d watched them together plenty of times before, but this felt different. More deliberate. More dangerous.

Heath’s muscles flexed as he lifted Freya, laying her back on the blankets. Every movement was a display of controlled power. Had his body always been this magnetic? Or had I just refused to notice?

Through our bond, I felt their combined pleasure as Heath’s mouth found Freya’s breast and his fingers slipped between her thighs. Her back arched, pushing her nipple deeper between his lips. The sight of him lavishing attention on her perfect body while she writhed beneath him…

My cock strained against my jeans, so I took the damned things off, stripping down to only my boxers.

Heath lifted his head, his lips wet from Freya’s skin. The hungry look in his eyes hit me like a physical blow.

“Tell us what you want, and we’ll give it to you. You just have to say it.”

How many times had he looked at me that way while I pretended not to notice?

“Show me more,” I growled, sinking down onto a nearby cushion.

Heath’s quiet laugh was wicked as he slid lower, trailing kisses down Freya’s stomach. When he reached the apex of her thighs, she whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair. The bond flooded with her pleasure as his tongue found her clit.

I couldn’t look away from the flex of his shoulders, the way his hands gripped her thighs. He pleasured her with the same intensity he brought to everything.

“She tastes so good,” Heath said, lifting his head. His lips glistened with her arousal. “Want to find out for yourself? ”

Freya reached for me, and I was moving before I realized I’d made the decision. “Come here, alpha.”

Heath sat back on his heels as I joined them on the blankets. His chest heaved with each breath, and I couldn’t stop my gaze from trailing down his torso to where his perfect cock impatiently awaited attention.

Instead of rewarding him for his attentions, Freya grabbed me. With her small hand wrapped around my cock, a groan escaped me. Heath’s arousal spiked through our bond as he watched her stroke me.

“That’s it,” he murmured in her ear. “Get him nice and hard for us.”

As if I wasn’t already. My eyes drifted back to his cock, wondering how he managed to maintain so much control right now. I wanted to pin each of them down and fuck them senseless, one at a time.

“Climb on his lap,” Heath told Freya, his voice rough. “Show him how wet you are for us both.”

Freya rose to her knees, my shirt sliding off her shoulders. As she straddled my thighs, Heath came alongside her to cup her breast and roll her nipple between his fingers.

My hands fisted in the blankets as Freya positioned herself over me.

Heath’s fingers dipped between her legs from behind, spreading her open for me. The head of my cock brushed her entrance, already slick from Heath’s mouth.

“Look at me,” Heath commanded, and my eyes snapped to his face. The raw hunger there stole my breath. “Watch what she does to us both.”

Freya sank down on my cock at the same time as she took Heath in hand. She timed her movements up and down on my shaft with the way her hand moved on Heath. The ecstasy flooding through the bond made all three of us let out a simultaneous moan, and Heath’s playboy grin made me smile in return.

“Care to take over?” Freya asked me, letting go of Heath’s cock.

She slid down on me, and Heath must have sensed our combined pleasure through the bond, because his cock bobbed as if touch-starved .

I raised my eyebrows at Heath in an unspoken question, and his grin broadened.

“I’m dying to feel your hands on me, alpha,” he admitted, and my cock throbbed inside Freya.

“He likes it when you call him alpha,” she loud-whispered to Heath with a naughty expression on her face.

I growled and grabbed Heath’s incredibly hard cock. The angle wasn’t what I was used to, but I soon found a rhythm and Freya matched it as I jacked him up and down.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I lost all sense of whose pleasure I felt through the bond.