Taken By The Pack (3 page)

whatever you want; just get me off!”

Danny wanted Justin deep inside him. He also wanted Brandon sucking him off, but he’d

settle for one then the other. Anything to come.

As Justin’s cock pressed to Danny’s opening, he relaxed and arched his back. Slowly,

Justin filled him—so slowly, Danny rocked back.

Justin slapped Danny’s ass. “No, you hold still now. You’ve been on toys too long. We

don’t obey you. Don’t push your luck. Must not have used your dildo much. You’re nice and tight,” Justin moaned.

Holding still, Danny felt Brandon let go of him. The loss drove Danny crazy, but

Brandon slid underneath in a sixty-nine position with his hot breath teasing Danny’s hard cock.

Danny trembled as Justin pulled out, and Brandon slid his tongue over Danny’s sac. Then

Brandon gripped the root like a flesh cock ring.

They showed no signs of shifting during sex, and Danny relaxed as Justin thrust deep.

The pace picked up, and Justin added force with each stroke, while Brandon tormented Danny’s cock and balls.

What a team! Danny kissed all over Brandon’s member, wanting it ready for more when

Justin was done.

“He’s loving it!” Justin fucked Danny again.

“Yes!” Danny moaned.

“Let’s see how good he is,” Justin said.

“What?” Danny tried to look back.

“You’ll see.” Justin pushed Danny’s face back down to Brandon’s balls.

Brandon seemed to know exactly what Justin meant. Out of nowhere, Danny felt his cock

getting sucked and his balls twisted. Then Brandon flicked the tip with those big fingers.

The assault was too much to fight. Danny forced his hips to stay still as his cum shot out onto Brandon’s hard body.

The release helped, but the real cock throbbing in Danny’s ass was what he wanted more.

Danny needed to get Justin off. Even more, Danny needed that deep internal orgasm jerking off just didn’t give him.

“Excellent.” Justin pressed his chest to Danny’s back and kissed his shoulder and neck.

“Rock back to me now.”

Danny tried to go slowly, but his hips were in motion, and they refused to slow down.

Justin matched the pace, and the release shuddered through Danny hard.

It was heaven. The climax proved cathartic on a level he’d never known. Then Justin

filled him twice more, extending the release until, finally, Justin’s cries of pleasure sent an extra zing through Danny.

“Good.” Justin kissed Danny’s neck and nipped at it.

“You two like to bite. Trying to turn me into a werewolf?” Danny asked it jokingly, but if shifter wolves were real, what did that mean for fucking one? Getting bitten by one? What else didn’t Danny know? It seemed surreal, but the sex was so good he didn’t care.

At least, he had a secret on those two now. No proof but he knew their wolfy truth.

Danny hoped he had a little leverage. Whatever they wanted out of him, Danny needed to protect his family from the truth.

Brandon and Justin both laughed as they let him go. Justin dumped the used latex while

Brandon sat against the headboard.

“We’re not werewolves. We’re shifters who take the shape of wolves at will. We can bite

all we want; you can’t become a shifter. You’re born one or you’re not,” Brandon explained.

Danny rolled onto his back and flexed his muscles, which had cramped up from being in

one position for so long. “So are there werewolves?”

“No, but there are other shifters.” Justin stretched out along the food of the bed. “Cats and bears.”

Danny shook his head. “Scary.”

“We’re pretty tame.” Brandon nudged Danny.

“Most of the time.” Justin shrugged.

“Do you two really…?” Danny wasn’t sure if it was an okay question, but after what

they’d done to him and shown him tonight, he had to know. “Do you really screw each other in wolf form?”

Justin groaned and slid up Danny’s body. “Want to watch?” He kissed Danny hard.

“I don’t know about that.” Danny frowned, but knowing it was Justin and Brandon,

would it be kinky hot and not dangerous? “Maybe.”

“You want it all.” Justin pushed Danny closer to Brandon.

Danny eagerly kissed Brandon and realized his cock was fully hard. Justin moved in and

sucked his shifter lover hard.

“Fuck me, I can go again,” Danny offered.

Brandon grinned. “Later.”

Justin sucked his lover as Danny continued to kiss him and watch the blowjob. So hot!

“You want to be fucked, or do you want to fuck me?” Brandon asked in Danny’s ear.

“Yes, fuck me,” Danny answered truthfully.

“Good. Later.” Brandon kissed him again, and their tongues dueled as Danny’s cock

sprung to attention.

Justin stroked Danny’s cock to keep him on edge. Danny tried to pull back and go down

to suck Brandon. Brandon groaned and lifted his hips, pulling Danny to his chest.

“Yes, Justin!” Brandon’s head tipped back.

Justin sucked and swallowed his prize. He still had Danny’s member in his powerful grip.

With a few tender kisses to the tip, Justin lifted from Brandon’s shaft and turned his

attention to Danny’s erection. Teasing at first, Justin worked Danny’s cock to fully hard then sucked him roughly. Danny folded his arms behind his head to keep from interfering. He wanted the full Justin treatment. No longer as desperate, Danny could control himself. Even as he came close to release, he held back to extend the fun.

Watching Justin work, Danny felt like the one in charge. But then Brandon leaned over

and bit at Danny’s nipples, working one in his mouth and one between his fingers. The sudden stimulation was too much, and Danny came down Justin’s throat with a shout.

“He’s got control, too.” Brandon leaned down to kiss Justin.

“Enough sex challenges.” Danny’s head finally cleared. “What do you want from me

other than sex?”

“Dinner. I’m starving.” Brandon stretched. “We should check out his porn, too. See what

he’s into.”

Justin grabbed a couple of DVDs. “Group. Three-ways.”

“Duh.” Brandon laughed.

“I’m serious. What’s this about?” Danny asked more seriously.

“Maybe you two should whip up some dinner. I’m going to call and check on my Mom.

I’ll be in shortly,” Justin said. He kissed Brandon and moved to Danny. “Don’t push. It’ll be fine.

When the time is right, we’ll discuss the situation like men. Right now we’re hungry and sex starved.” He kissed Danny.

That melting feeling took over again. Danny needed the truth, but he wanted the truth to be just dinner and more sex. Danny hoped Justin and Brandon might really desire him, not some blackmail scheme.

Justin did a quick run through the house and found nothing hunting related. It all fit

together with what Justin remembered of Danny in high school. A jock, a tough guy, but not one to go hunting with his brothers that often.

Still Brandon and Justin had overheard the conversation about the hunting business

earlier between Danny and his brother, and word down at the tourism bureau was aerial wolf hunting was growing in popularity. More people wanted to promote it in the lower forty-eight as the wolf population grew. Frank’s name was at the top of the list for people wanting to try it in Alaska.

That sort of hunting put all the shifters at risk. Justin couldn’t stop everyone. He couldn’t even stop Frank from hiring another pilot if Danny refused to help. Maybe Danny could talk his brother out of the idea. Maybe the fad would disappear? Justin hated all the uncertainty endangering his world.

Before Justin could appeal to Danny, he and Brandon needed to bond with Danny in a

non-sexual way. Things had gotten out of hand earlier, but with a full moon what could he expect? They’d wanted to wait, but they needed to stop Danny and Frank now.

The smell of eggs and bacon called. They’d been prowling along behind Danny and

Frank their entire hunting trip. Shifting took a lot of energy. He needed to refuel.

Danny walked into the second bedroom. “Food’s ready. I don’t have a lot to whip up fast

so we did eggs.”

Justin nodded. “Sounds good. I was just looking around.”

“I don’t have a sex doll or anything more interesting that what you’ve already found.

Need something?” Danny acted as if they were his guests, not his captors.

Justin liked that feeling and wanted it to continue, but he knew at some point the conflict would come up. Danny moved back north for his family. His dad was sick, and Frank was out of work. Justin sympathized. He’d do anything for his family or Brandon’s—anything but wolf hunting. Wolves weren’t meat to feed one’s kids. The fire of debate raged in Justin all over again as he followed Danny to the kitchen.

The blue and green plaid theme in the kitchen screamed masculinity. Justin grinned at it.

Danny tried so hard that he’d fool most people. He was naturally masculine so it wasn’t fake, but he couldn’t fool the gay men in town.

The three sat down as Brandon dished out eggs and bacon. Danny poured the coffee as

Justin grabbed a piece of toast and spread on butter. “So how’s your dad, Danny? Any news?”

“I see we’re going to be normal now?” Danny asked.

Brandon shrugged. “Shifting. Sex with men. Nice conversation. This is normal for us.”

Danny dug into the food. “You’re a good cook.”

“We want to be your friends, but with you being in the closet and with all of your family stuff, we have to be careful.” Justin understood Danny’s distractions, but he really wanted to tear down the walls between them.

“We wanted to be friends in high school, but you had issues.” Brandon devoured a strip

of bacon. “We’re trying here.”

Danny chuckled. Justin had expected an explosive reaction. Danny could try to throw

them out or demand answers. Instead, he sighed. “Dad’s good. The cancer is in remission, but there are some side effects to all the chemo, and he’s not strong yet. I need to be here.”

Brandon nodded. “Or you’d still be down in Seattle?”

Danny ate slowly. “If everyone was good here, yes. I had friends and job leads there. I

like Alaska, but it’s too hard to change people’s opinions and ideas.”

“You don’t have to stay here forever.” Justin fished to see if Danny would bolt soon.

“I don’t see an out. I don’t hate it here. It’s comfortable to know everyone. Dad can’t

chop wood or do the outside stuff. It’s too physical.”

“You can buy wood and hire someone to do chores. Or your brothers,” Brandon

suggested.

“They all have families. I’m the single one with nothing better to do.” Danny sounded

disappointed about it all. “It’s expected. And Mom needs the help. I can’t turn my back on my family. Justin, could you pick up and leave your mom?”

Justin straightened his posture. “No, but she has no one else at all. She moved here to be with my dad, and his family never really accepted her.”

“I remember. He died when we were about ten. So you’re committed. Stuck here.” Danny

paused, fork in hand and looked at Justin. “It was a hunting accident, right? Your dad was shot.

He was the shifter. He was shot by a hunter?”

Justin nodded. “Yes. A danger of living in Alaska. I keep telling mom she needs to date

and get out there. She goes to church, bingo and all those activities but sticks to hanging with the other widows. She’s not even fifty.”

Danny sighed. “So you understand. Family.”

“Family.” They rest ate in silence for a moment.

Brandon fidgeted with his fork. “I understand. My parents are still around, but we all

work together at the tattoo parlor. Mom draws, Dad and I ink, and my little sister runs the office.

I started apprenticing in high school. No questions. It was expected I’d take over as an artist.”

“You’ve got the gift.” Justin touched the wolf inked on his chest. “It’s Brandon in wolf form.”

Danny admired it. “But it would be nice to travel, to learn from others and to explore a bit,” he added. “You feel trapped.”

Brandon frowned. “I never said trapped. We bummed around for a year after high school.

Justin’s mom went to stay with friends in Florida for a while, and we hit the lower forty-eight.

New York, Los Angeles, New Orleans, and San Fran.”

Justin nodded. “Fun. You’ve got to make the choice and go when it’s right.”

“I did that on summer breaks.” Danny sat back. “So you don’t feel trapped?”

“Family is obligation. That’s the law of nature. Self-discovery and stretching your legs is great, but life happens.” Justin knew the root of Danny’s frustration, why he felt so trapped.

Maybe they could help Danny out of the closet? Not as a threat but for his own mental health.

Then Danny could potentially help them with the hunting problem.

“I don’t know how I’m going to last here.” Danny shook his head. “I guess I didn’t get

enough freedom. Coming back wasn’t a choice.”

Brandon chewed thoughtfully. “I think it’s the gay thing. I mean, secrets suck.”

Justin would’ve introduced it another way, but Brandon’s bluntness made it seem less

like a plan. “Didn’t I hear that you went out with a few girls last month?”

Flushed red, Danny rolled his eyes and leaned over his food. “My sister-in-law. She’s

insane. You know Frank is out of work. She can’t fix that, so she’s out to get me married. I’m only going to be twenty-four.”

Brandon stated the obvious. “Coming out of the closet would help with that.”

Justin laughed. “At least, she’d stop setting you up with woman and start on the gay men parade. It’s a lot more fun to date when there’s the potential of sex.”

Danny set down his fork. “I don’t need some gay intervention. I know who and what I

am. But this isn’t Seattle or New York. This is a place where people skin their own kills. You make one dumb move and you freeze to death in the wilderness or get eaten by a bear.”