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Quinn froze, his entire being locking up and his thoughts screeching to a halt. Even his lungs refused to work for several painful heartbeats. Then Lukas was standing over him and he dragged his eyes up the lean, toned body he’d had more than a few fantasies about.

Lukas’ eyes were intense and glowing, completely focused on Quinn as he pressed a knee between Quinn’s thighs and leaned down. He braced a hand behind Quinn’s head, using the other to tug his hand away from his face.

He was peripherally aware of Max squirming with excitement, but the rest of his attention was on Lukas’ lips and the way his tongue darted out to wet them as he leaned closer.

When his lungs decided to work again, he got a deep breath of the lingering scent of metal, oil, and gunpowder beneath the richer scent of Lukas himself.

Like fresh rain on warm concrete and his coconut shampoo.

A deep groan ripped out of Quinn’s chest as he grabbed Lukas’ shirt with both hands and yanked, crushing their mouths together.

Every time he’d fantasized about kissing Lukas, it was always a fight for control, but there was no resistance as Quinn pressed his tongue past Lukas’ lips.

All he tasted was sweet submission, and that explained and changed everything.

He slid a hand into Lukas’ hair and curled it into a tight grip, echoing Lukas’ moan and pulling him closer, seeking out the heated flesh beneath his shirt.

Lukas shivered and straddled Quinn’s lap until their chests were pressed flush together, his arms wrapping around Quinn’s shoulders. When Lukas started grinding against his body, Quinn tore his mouth away with a groan.

“Too fast.” Quinn was partially convinced this was some fever dream. Maybe he’d been shot with aconite and he was dying and this was his mind’s gift to protect him from reality. He intended to enjoy it either way; he just needed a minute.

He nipped Lukas’ lip before tipping his head back. “Take care of Max first.”

Lukas’ darkened eyes flicked over him, his slight frown shifting into a smirk. “You want to watch.”

Quinn tried to glare, but fuck, he couldn’t deny it in the least. And it sounded better than he needed a second before he came in his pants.

“Yeah, so get to work.” He didn’t miss the way the amber of Lukas’ eyes shrank further, and he definitely didn’t miss the sharp spike of arousal in his scent.

He never would have pegged Lukas as such a submissive, but he certainly enjoyed the revelation.

Lukas tipped off his lap and onto the couch, then rolled partially over Max and slid to the floor onto his knees.

Max’s eyes went wide at the sudden change in Lukas’ focus. “You really don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Lukas tilted his head, resting his hands on Max’s thighs. “I want to.”

With a hum, Quinn slid across the sofa and grasped Max’s hand before he could freak out too much, pressing a kiss to his palm.

“Whether you want to or not, it’s okay.” Max still didn’t look convinced, so he brushed kisses across Max’s fingertips as he added, “Lukas and I can figure out something between us, even if you want to figure out something between the two of you.”

“Like Caius,” Max said with a shaky breath, squeezing Quinn’s fingers before hesitantly running his other hand through Lukas’ hair. “I don’t get how you can do this so easily.”

Quinn shrugged and continued trailing kisses over Max’s fingers and knuckles.

“My mom has two mates,” he said, grinning when they both looked surprised.

“One is a human. I guess I grew up knowing love wasn’t finite, and society only pretends to know how things are supposed to work.

And you’re stalling,” he added, wrapping his lips around Max’s finger and sucking.

The strangled moan drowned out the idle music of the game and he smirked against Max’s palm.

Lukas tilted his head, rubbing small circles into Max’s thighs with his thumbs. “So, yes or no?”

Max glanced between them one more time before nodding.

When Lukas smiled, it wasn’t his usual mocking or sarcastic one, but a slight, pleased upturn of his lips that made him seem younger. More his age.

It was easy to forget that Lukas was a few years younger than him, closer to Max’s age.

The small spark of jealousy at seeing that expression focused on Max didn’t even get a chance to ignite before Lukas turned the same expression on him, before it was ruined by a hint of smugness. As if Lukas knew exactly what he was thinking.

Quinn narrowed his eyes and decided to test some buttons. “Get to work, pup.”

Lukas’ eyes widened in surprise before he snorted. Apparently that was a no.

“Ooh, can I try?” Max grinned, still playing with Lukas’ hair. “Mm, pet seems derogatory. How about kitten .”

Quinn laughed, then laughed harder still at the look of horror on Lukas’ face.

Lukas glared at both of them when Max started snickering. “Are you assholes done?”

Quinn wiped tears from his eyes, tucking away that little nugget of gold for later. He cleared his throat. “Waiting on you,” he said, managing to keep most of his laughter contained. He pitched his voice lower as he added, “Your mouth should be full by now, slut.”

That got the reaction he’d been looking for. Lukas’ pupils dilated, and his scent thickened, his lips parting on an inaudible gasp.

“Oh, I think he likes that one.”

He hummed in agreement and trailed his fingertips along Max’s hand. “Maybe we need to give him some encouragement to get to work.” He nuzzled Max’s ear before tracing his tongue along the edge.

Max shivered, relaxing into the cushions with a sigh, his fingers twitching in Quinn’s hold. “Yeah,” he breathed, tilting his head to meet Quinn’s lips with his own.

Lukas let out a soft half growl, half whine before the sharp sound of a zipper followed. A moment later, Max gasped against Quinn’s lips, arching with a sweet moan.

Quinn took the advantage to deepen the kiss, pressing Max’s hand against his thigh before releasing it. He slid his freed hand beneath Max’s shirt, lightly dragging his nails against heated flesh before breaking the kiss long enough to glance at Lukas.

“Fuck,” he breathed, unprepared for the shock of desire at the sight of Lukas’ lips wrapped around Max’s cock.

Long eyelashes fluttered as Lukas tipped his head to look up at them, the amber of his eyes brightened to glowing rings of molten gold.

“You’re a good little slut, aren’t you.” He didn’t bother holding back the growl in his voice.

Lukas groaned, which caused Max to gasp and rock his hips into Lukas.

“Please.”

“Not yet,” Quinn murmured, sliding his hand down Max’s stomach to wrap two fingers around the base of his cock.

Max whined in protest, tossing his head and digging his fingers into Quinn’s thigh.

He worked his other hand into Max’s hair and tugged his head back, capturing his lips again. Like this, he could match the thrusts of his tongue to the pace of Lukas’ lips brushing against his hand. Between the two of them, it didn’t take long to reduce Max to a squirming, needy mess.

When he reluctantly pulled away, he caught Max’s lower lip with his teeth before focusing on Lukas.

“Swallowing?” he asked, taking Lukas’ groan and the flex of his fingers against Max’s inner thighs as a yes.

That was the only warning he gave either of them as he released his tight grip on Max’s cock, dragging his nails up Max’s stomach to his chest and tweaking a nipple.

Max shuddered, his mouth open on a mostly silent scream as he came.

Lukas swallowed, keeping Max in his mouth until he slumped into the couch, fully spent. Then he pulled away, sitting back on his heels and licking his lips, eyes still burning gold.

Unable to resist, Quinn leaned forward and dragged Lukas in for a kiss, sweeping his tongue past unresisting lips with a soft growl. When he pulled back, Lukas’ eyes were glassy, and he chased after Quinn’s lips with a moan of protest.

Who was he to deny such a sweet request?

He curled his fingers into Lukas’ hair and kissed him until the lingering taste of Max was long gone. Until the fingers on the waistband of his sweats distracted him enough to come up for air. When he glanced down, he found Max recovered enough to get a hand down his pants.

“Your turn.”

“Yes,” Lukas hissed, abandoning his attack on Quinn’s neck to help Max instead.

Quinn had little choice but to sit back and let them strip his pants off, swallowing a protest when Lukas dragged his sweats and boxers off as one and tossed them aside.

Lukas licked his lips as he focused on Quinn’s dick, sliding his hands up Quinn’s legs and nudging them apart. Then he leaned in and nuzzled his way up an inner thigh until hot breath ghosted against Quinn’s cock.

Just that was enough to make his toes curl. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last long at all.

He buried one hand in Lukas’ hair and stretched the other arm behind his own head, raising an eyebrow in his best I’m waiting expression.

Lukas smirked, dragging his tongue up the underside of Quinn’s cock. Then the wet heat of his mouth enveloped Quinn and his world fractured.

As many times as he’d imagined this, it was nothing compared to the real thing. Especially with Max pressed against his side, trailing lazy kisses along his neck and jaw. The mix of Max’s campfire-and-citrus and Lukas’ petrichor was heady and intoxicating. He wouldn’t mind getting drunk off it.

A half moan, half sob escaped him as Lukas did something with his tongue that made sparks burst along his nerve endings, and that was it. He was gone, shuddering with an orgasm so intense he lost his breath long enough for gray to creep into the edges of his vision.

His body went limp as he sucked in a few desperate breaths, pressing his arm over his eyes with a groan. Fuck, he hadn’t come that fast in years. “Sorry,” he murmured, resisting the hand tugging at him and keeping his arm firmly in place.

Max huffed against his shoulder before jabbing a finger into Quinn’s ribs, making him jump and shoot a glare from beneath his arm. With a smirk, Max pointed his chin towards Lukas.

Quinn braced himself before slowly focusing on the other wolf.

Lukas was flushed, his hair a mess from both Max’s and Quinn’s fingers, his lips swollen and eyes nearly black even with the wolf glow behind them. With barely a tug to his hair, Lukas crawled into Quinn’s lap, a whine at the back of his throat that squashed Quinn’s embarrassment.

“You poor thing,” Max murmured, sliding a hand under Lukas’ shirt. “Do you need a turn now?”

Lukas shivered as he arched into Max’s fingers. “Please.”

Max glanced at Quinn and snorted at whatever he saw.

Quinn couldn’t blame him; he probably looked like a mess.

He could hardly even think clearly beyond the fact he had a hot, needy Lukas squirming in his lap.

When Max crowded said lap, settling behind Lukas and peeling his shirt off, Quinn found himself transfixed by Max’s fingers exploring the bared chest and stomach.

When they reached the jeans and palmed the large bulge there, Lukas groaned, tipping his head back with a roll of his hips, and Quinn finally regained enough sense to put his hands on Lukas.

He made short work of the button and zipper and yanked both pants and boxers down, a soft growl building in his chest as he pulled Lukas free and wrapped a hand around the hot, thick length of him.

“Yesss.” Lukas pushed into the grip, leaning into Max and turning his head enough their lips met in an open-mouth kiss .

Before Max entered their lives, Quinn had never imagined a poly relationship for himself, but he could admit he liked the sight of them together. Even if that was only because he now knew he had a chance at something with Lukas himself.

He tightened his fingers around Lukas’ cock as he began stroking, grinning at Max when his fingers joined in.

Lukas moaned, long and throaty, before pitching forward and crushing his lips against Quinn’s. His hips jerked before he found a rhythm, thrusting into their grips and biting Quinn’s lower lip with sharp cutoff growls.

“Fuck,” Quinn breathed, burying his free hand in Lukas’ hair and dragging him into another kiss, dominating it, keeping Lukas exactly where he wanted until the other wolf whimpered in surrender.

“Good boy,” he murmured against Lukas’ lips, curling his fingers tighter in his dark hair as he glanced at Max.

With a grin, Max dragged his teeth across Lukas’ shoulder. “Good little slut,” he purred.

Quinn nearly laughed at seeing this side of the mage.

He’d have to ask exactly how he knew how to read Lukas at the start, but that could wait.

For now, they turned their attention to pleasuring Lukas, marking him and repeatedly pushing him to the edge of bliss, before finally letting him fall over the edge with a hoarse scream.

He licked into Lukas’ mouth when he came, muffling his cries as he covered Quinn’s stomach and chest with an obscene amount of spend.

Lukas shook between them, panting against Quinn’s lips with a dazed, blissed-out expression. When Max pulled away and disappeared into the bathroom, Lukas tipped to the side, collapsing next to Quinn as if Max had been the only thing holding him up.

Quinn was so distracted by Lukas curling into his side with a sigh and a scent of contentment that he hardly noticed Max’s return until a damp cloth swiped up the mess cooling on his stomach.

“Thanks,” he murmured, hooking an arm around Max’s waist as he sank into Quinn’s lap and stretched his legs out over Lukas.

“Okay?” he asked, nuzzling into Max’s shoulder.

“Mm, yeah.” Max smiled and kissed Quinn’s nose before sliding across both of them and snuggling into Lukas’ other side.

Lukas grunted when Max got a knee in his stomach, but otherwise was doing a great job at playing a blacked-out druggie .

Quinn shifted enough to pull Lukas closer, wrapping one arm around him and resting his other hand on Max’s arm when it draped over Lukas’ stomach.

It may not have been a typical pack or relationship setup, but Max and Lukas both smelled happy and content and satiated, which was all that really mattered.