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R oyce pulled Carson’s car into the parking lot at the base of the mountain.

He glanced over at his sleeping human. Carson had slept the entire way back and as exhausted as he looked, Royce didn’t want to wake him.

Their human appeared so peaceful. He cut the engine and heard the gravel sound as Jared pulled their truck into a nearby space.

In an attempt to slowly wake their mate, he brushed a gentle hand through their human’s hair. Lowering his head, he captured Carson’s lips in a tender kiss.

Carson stirred under him and quickly kissed him back. The embrace heated, the human’s tongue slipping into his mouth.

Royce drew back. “Keep that up and I’ll take you right here in this car.”

“A little public exhibition never hurt anyone,” Carson said with a grin.

“Two days ago you were telling me you weren’t gay and suddenly you don’t mind fucking us in public?”

“It was a joke,” Carson said, sliding up straighter in his seat.

The deepening lust darkening their human’s eyes made Royce wonder if the man didn’t like the idea of being watched. He sure seemed to like it when Royce had watched Jared spank him. “I think you’ve got a little inner exhibitionist in there.”

Carson’s face reddened. “So I like to be watched. Sue me.”

Royce grinned wider. “I’ll have to file that one away for later.”

Carson turned his face, hiding a smile.

Royce climbed from the car and grabbed Carson’s luggage. He looked over the top of the car and watched Carson as the human pulled his messenger bag out and pulled it across his body. He was still stunned the man had come so easily, without argument.

Jared walked over and stood beside Royce. “So go ahead. Tell me what you want to tell me.”

Royce frowned. “What?”

“I was right,” Jared said with a grin.

“We were both right.”

Jared frowned. “How do you figure that?”

“If I hadn’t let Carson go, our human wouldn’t have come to the conclusion he did. He wouldn’t have felt that ache I know he did. I surely felt it. And if you hadn’t pushed to go get him, he might not have had the nerve to come back on his own.”

“Or that woman would’ve gotten her claws into him and finished what she’d started,” Jared added. “I guess I’ll take a draw.”

“You guess?”

“Better than nothing,” Jared said before grabbing Carson’s computer and rounding the car. He put an arm around Carson and stared back at Royce. “Why don’t you check in with Paul and I’ll take our mate up to the cabin and wait for you.”

Royce felt his eyes glow for a moment before he forced the beast in him back. He knew what Jared had in mind. His mate had been away from them, found with some woman’s scent on him. They needed to reclaim what was theirs and make their scent the only one on Carson’s flesh.

He nodded. “I’ll be up shortly. You won’t wait long.”

Royce wondered if it was a fool’s errand to even bother checking on the cabins. He didn’t care about the humans in them. He only cared about one human at the moment.

Carson walked through the cabin’s door and turned to Jared. “This isn’t the Larchmont Cabin, is it?”

Jared shut the door and shook his head. He rested the crate on the kitchen’s island and turned toward Carson. “Not even close.”

“Is this your cabin?”

Jared smiled, stalking closer. “Two for two.” He grinned wider. “Now it’s all ours. The three of us—together.”

Carson grinned, pulling his laptop bag from around his body and lowering it to the couch. “I knew this was too good to be true.”

Jared paused, frowning. “How so?”

“I mean, when I first got here. I wasn’t sure how I’d lucked out to be in this cabin for that small of a charge. I was waiting for someone to pop out and say there’d been some mistake.”

Jared tugged Carson close. “No mistake. This is where you belonged then and this is where you belong now.”

Jared lowered his head and pressed a tentative kiss to Carson’s lips. After a second, he pulled away, his nose wrinkled. “All I can smell is her .”

Grabbing Carson’s wrist, Jared pulled him through the cabin to the master bathroom. When they stopped, Jared let go and lathered up a washcloth in the sink. “Take off your pants.”

“Jeez, no foreplay?”

Jared met Carson’s twinkling gaze and shook his head. “Get naked before I rip your clothes off.”

Carson kicked off his shoes and then dropped the sweatpants he’d tossed on haphazardly. He wore no underwear. It would’ve taken too long.

“Might as well take off the shirt, too,” Jared said with a wicked grin.

Carson drew it over his head and tossed it on top of his pants. “There. You got me naked in record time.”

“Always have to have goals,” Jared said with a smile. He closed in and gripped Carson’s cock through the washcloth and stroked the length several times.

Carson had already been on edge, his cock at half-mast since they’d come to get him. With a few strokes, Jared was successful where Deidre had failed. He was rock hard and ready for his mates in an instant.

Jared lowered his head and captured Carson’s lips. When he lifted from the too-brief kiss, Jared shared a lopsided grin.

“You know you’ll be punished for running from us, right?”

A tremor moved down Carson’s spine at the thought. “Punished?”

Jared spun Carson to face the sink and mirror. “That is, if your ass is in shape for another spanking.”

Carson gripped the edge of the vanity as Jared ran a hand over his ass. The thought of a spanking made Carson’s cock even harder. The head dripped pre-cum into the sink. He hoped he was healed enough to take more damage from that steely palm.

“Looks pretty good,” Jared said, his voice deep.

He knelt behind Carson and began to run the washcloth over Carson’s ass and then dipped it along Carson’s ass and crack.

After he tossed the washcloth on the counter, his lips moved over both cheeks, dropping kisses in random spots, nibbling and biting here and there as well.

Carson’s back arched as the man licked him all over.

When he pushed Carson’s cheeks apart and spread his tongue along Carson’s back hole, a moan fell from his lips.

Another crept from Carson’s throat as Jared pressed into the fissure and tongue fucked him.

He held on tight, his grip on the counter white-knuckled as his bear licked him most intimately.

A hand moved on his cock, pumping along the length as that masterful tongue continued to massage his anus.

“Getting ahead of me once again.”

Carson looked over his shoulder to see Royce standing in the doorway.

“I had to make sure his ass was ready for his punishment,” Jared said, rising to his feet.

Royce closed the gap and came to stop beside Jared. “He does need a good spanking, I’d say.”

“You read my mind,” Jared said with a smile.

Carson turned to face both men. “Quit running your mouths and get on with it.”

Royce grabbed the back of Carson’s head and tugged him close for a quick, heated kiss. “You asked for it.”

Royce slid his fingers into Carson’s short locks and dragged him from the bathroom. It didn’t hurt, not really. The forceful show only fed the need Carson had for rough play. A groan bubbled up his throat as they directed him to the playroom.

Once inside, Royce dragged him over to the spanking bench and forced him down.

His arms were pulled up and his wrists cuffed.

Jared spread his legs and cuffed his ankles to the bottom.

When he was in place, he looked around at the two men, his heart thundering in his chest. He craved the spanking they were about to deliver.

“I think we need to prep that asshole of his before we get to spanking,” Royce announced. He came over seconds later—lube in one hand and a large butt plug in the other.

Jared moved to the wall and searched the spanking implements as Royce coated his ass with lube.

He felt the thick impalement begin to spread him wide as Jared decided on a leather strap.

Carson felt his lids closing of their own volition and a moan rising from his chest. The plug wasn’t as large as his bears, but it would help him take them better when the time came.

He rocked his hips as much as he could on the bench, loving the little bit of control he had over the plug. It pulled ever so slightly out of him and back in when he clenched his ass tight.

Jared walked over, testing the leather strap against his palm. The echoing sound it made gave Carson goose bumps. They skittered all over his body in anticipation of the first lick across his flesh.

“You ready for your punishment?” Jared asked, a little growl in his voice.

“Yesss,” Carson hissed, more than ready.

The leather came down on him and he screamed with both torment and pleasure. Each strike Jared laid made him ride the line between both emotions, though the pleasure was greater. As his bear paused between the strikes, the pain blossomed into a throbbing heat, burning Carson from the inside out.

Sweat coated his body by the third strike. By the fifth, he trembled all over. Throughout, his ass was red and raw, aching for the satisfaction to come.

“My turn,” Royce announced.

Carson looked over his shoulder at the two bears exchanging the strap. Royce twisted to face Carson’s backside and met his gaze. “My turn to heat up this red bottom.”

Carson moaned before Royce’s strap ever hit him. When it did, he saw stars behind his eyes, the pain delicious. Where Jared held back, Royce toed over the line, hitting him just a little harder. It was just what Carson needed. Another cry came, as the next strike was even stronger than the last.

Royce paused and ran a comforting hand over the tormented skin. “I’m not sure you have more left in you,” he murmured.

“Yes! Please. Another,” Carson cried.

Royce caught his stare as he looked over his shoulder at the bear. “One more.”

Carson’s eyes closed, and he groaned. One more wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough.

Royce took his time, running his hand over Carson’s cheeks. Finally he rose and walked a circle around Carson bound to the bench, slapping his palm with the strap.