Trevor drove down Route 14, the music bumping his favorite rap song as he threw his left hand in the air, rapping along with Pistol Grip Pump.

Trevor pulled into the podunk town and palmed the wheel, turning into the parking spot behind some tavern called Theo’s Bar and Grill. He wasn’t sure where he was. The sign he had passed a mile back said he was entering Pride Pack Valley. Trevor shut his car off, and the music died.

It was well after ten at night, prime time for him in the darkness because he was hungry as fuck and needed to eat. He crept behind the Dumpster, seeing the back door open to the tavern, only a thin screen door in the way, but he was able to see inside.

The prime piece of meat washing dishes was perfect. He cleared his throat and whimpered loud enough to get his meal’s attention. The dishwasher stopped what he was doing and came to the screen door, looking out into the back parking lot. Trevor whined again, imitating a hurt animal. His food pushed the door open and he walked out.

Trevor raced to the door with unbelievable speed, grabbing the man and pulling him to the side of the Dumpster.

This was too easy.

He sank his fangs into flesh, drinking heavily as the heady nectar began to ease the incredible pain in his stomach.

“Please,” the man cried. “Don’t hurt me.”

Trevor’s hunger began to ebb away. His stomach finally stopped hurting as he eased off of the man. He licked the wound closed and was mentally knocked on his ass when the sweetest aroma permeated his lungs.

“Mine!”

“Please, I don’t have any money, but I could feed you.” The small man whined, curling around Trevor’s arm into a ball.

Trevor stood there blinking, trying desperately to clear his mind. There was no fucking way this human was his mate. His hand instinctively began to soothe the smaller man’s back, shushing him as he pulled him close to his chest. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Y–You’re not?”

“No, baby, I was just hungry. I’m sorry for scaring you.” Trevor nuzzled his mate’s hair, inhaling his intoxicating scent. “What’s your name, darling?”

“Sammy.”

Trevor moved back beside the Dumpster when a large man came to the screen door, opening it and looking around. “Sammy, you out here?”

He clamped a hand over his mate’s mouth, stopping him from calling out. Sammy nuzzled into Trevor’s hand, and he removed it, petting his mate’s hair to keep him calm.

“Sammy!” the large man shouted again. When his mate didn’t answer, the man cursed and almost ripped the door from the hinges as he stormed inside. Trevor knew he had only moments before reinforcements came looking for Sammy.

“Come with me, little darling.”

“I can’t. I have to work, or I won’t get paid,” Sammy said in a panic.

“I have money. You don’t need to work.”

“But I promised Jesse and Theo I would do it.” His little man struggled to free himself. “Please.”

Trevor studied him for a moment and then nodded, releasing him. “Where do you live?”

His mate pointed above the tavern to a set of darkened windows. “Up there.”

“Come back out here when the place closes.”

“Okay.”

“Promise me, little darling.”

“I promise.” Sammy grinned at him and then ran back into the tavern, a loud voice asking him where he had taken off to. Trevor wanted to claw the man’s throat out for raising his voice to his mate, but he climbed back into his car instead and settled back.

A few hours later the back door opened, and Sammy stuck his head out, his eyes darting around as he looked for Trevor.

Trevor smiled. His mate was adorable. He reminded him of a mouse with his squeaky little voice and short stature.

He opened his car door, the interior light illuminating him. Sammy grinned widely when Trevor stepped out and walked over to him. “Can I come up?”

“But I don’t know you.” Sammy slid out of the back door and stood against the brick wall, his hands twisting together in front of him.

Trevor reached out and stilled his hands. “My name is Trevor, and I won’t harm you, I promise, little darling.”

His mate’s bottom lip poked out. “I’m not a little darling. I’m a grown man.”

Trevor chuckled at Sammy’s peeved statement. “I’m sure you are, little darling.”

“Then why do you keep calling me that?” the man asked irritably.

Trevor shrugged, leaning against the wall next to him. “Because you’re so short.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. The need to touch his mate was strong, and Sammy was too skittish right now. He wasn’t sure what happened to the trusting man from earlier, but Trevor was glad Sammy was on guard. He didn’t want his mate following blindly behind anyone, not even him.

Sammy glared at him. “You’re mean,” he said as he yanked the door open. Trevor reached out to stop him, gently seizing his wrist.

“I wasn’t trying to be.”

“I still don’t know you, so you can’t come upstairs. It’s late, good night.” His mate pulled his hand free and yanked the door open, stomping through it. Trevor let him go.

He grinned widely. Sammy had fire. He liked that. No matter if the little rebel went inside, Trevor would keep coming back until his mate trusted him. He had waited too long to find the little bugger to let him just walk away.

All three sat on Sammy’s couch, no one saying anything and no one making a move. Sammy strummed his fingers on his knee, sighing heavily and loudly for the fifth time. For heaven’s sake, they had no problem pulling his cock out in the car and getting him off. Now the two men looked like they needed an enema.

Trevor ran his hands down the front of his pants for the hundredth time, and Knox sat there with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. Sammy was never one to initiate sex, but his nerves were getting frazzled here. The tension was so thick you would need a jackhammer to get through it.

Sammy steeled his nerves and reached over to Knox, pulling his arms from his chest. His mate let them fall to his lap, looking at Sammy curiously. Sammy reached over and grabbed Trevor’s hand as he straddled Knox’s lap. “This is ridiculous. We’re all grown men here.” Sammy pulled Trevor’s hand down to his erection as he leaned forward and kissed Knox. The response was instantaneous.

It was like lighting a wick and watching it slowly traveling toward an explosion that had Sammy excited as hell. Sammy arched his back and pushed his erection into Knox’s, feeling Trevor’s hand slide down the back of his pants at the same time.

Sammy knew the two didn’t get along, knew in his heart that they had a hurdle they needed to get over in order for the three of them to get along, and he was determined to be that catalyst that tossed both their asses over it and onto the other side. His hand snared Trevor’s neck and pulled him into a three way kiss.

He could feel both of them pull back slightly, their lips becoming stiff. Sammy kept right on kissing them, grinding into Knox and pushing his ass onto Trevor’s hand. They were going to relent, damn it. If he had to tie them both up…oh fuck, Sammy was going to come at the image.

Sammy pulled at Knox’s and Trevor’s hair, demanding they kiss him and each other. Trevor was the first to soften his lips, kissing Sammy and Knox. Sammy pulled back and mashed their mouths together. It was the hottest thing since thongs were invented.

Sammy panted as he watched Trevor inch closer, snaking his hands around Knox’s neck and pulling him down. He had to scoot back when Knox rolled Trevor onto his back and deepened the kiss. It was like his very own porno playing right in front of him. Sammy did what any man would do when watching one. He pulled his cock free and slowly stroked it as he watched the angry way they kissed each other.

Knox broke the kiss and looked up at Sammy, smiling when he saw him masturbating to the sight. Knox leaned back and freed his own cock, matching Sammy’s stroke for stroke.

Sammy swallowed his tongue when Trevor turned over and licked at Knox’s cock and then his. Trevor grabbed both their cocks and ran his tongue between the two, lapping away all the pre-cum that was dripping out. Knox had to grab Sammy as he leaned back and almost fell off of Knox’s lap. It felt too good.

Trevor got to his knees and slobbered all over their pricks. Sammy grabbed Knox’s shoulders, hanging on for dear life as Trevor swallowed his cock and then Knox’s, as if he couldn’t make up his mind whose he wanted to get off first.

Knox leaned forward and took Sammy’s lips in a searing kiss as Trevor took his cock into his mouth once again. Sammy moaned at the raw earthy taste of Knox. Sammy bit Knox’s lip when Trevor pushed on his magic button, the tip of his finger sliding in.

Sammy licked at Knox’s mouth, pressing down on Trevor’s finger, pushing forward into Knox’s mouth.

Knox held onto him, as if he knew how wild Trevor was driving him. That lit wick had reached the keg and Sammy exploded, crying into Knox’s mouth as he came down Trevor’s throat. His cock pulsed as it emptied. Trevor licked him clean but kept his finger inside of Sammy, taking Knox into his mouth next. Sammy leaned his forehead into Knox’s chin as he watched Trevor slob and suck at Knox’s cock. Holy shit, his own cock was trying to come back to life watching him.

The man knew what he was doing, that was for sure. Sammy bounced his ass on Trevor’s finger, begging with his body for another. He rolled his hips, pushing Trevor’s finger deeper.

Sammy’s hair was pulled by Knox, the wolf hissing as Trevor took him all the way down. Knox bucked, almost dislodging Sammy and Trevor. Sammy pushed at Knox’s chest, grinding his ass on two fingers now. His ass held Trevor’s fingers tight, rocking on them and feeling them pull out and then thrust back in.

Knox arched and hissed, panted, and grunted as he came. Sammy was enslaved at the sight. Knox’s eyes rolled back as his hips hitched a few more times. Trevor pulled his head up, staring at them both with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Knox rolled from the couch, knocking Sammy and Trevor to the floor as he tore at Sammy’s clothes. Trevor pulled his clothes free and yanked Sammy from Knox’s arms. “I’m fucking him, so if you want to sink that large cock somewhere, it’ll have to be in me.”

Sammy held his breath, wondering if Knox would agree.