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As if guessing his thoughts, his two mates broke apart. Fritz gave him a come-hither look, and Dietrich’s body began to work once again. Fritz pulled Wolfram back in the direction of what Dietrich guessed was the bedroom. Drawn like a moth to a flame, Dietrich followed. He reached the room just as Fritz pushed Wolfram on the bed. A mere look from their human mate convinced Dietrich to join Wolfram, his body ablaze with lust.

“I’m not sure how this is going to work,” Fritz said.”I’m really not. But I want to understand, and I want to be with you.”

His voice sounded certain, but his hands trembled a bit as they worked the buttons of his shirt, betraying his nervousness. Still, Dietrich gave his mate time. He loved to see Fritz disrobe for him, the sight so decadent it made his mouth water.

He momentarily lost focus when Wolfram rolled closer to him.

“You have too many clothes on,” the other man whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Dietrich groaned, his body torn between his two gorgeous mates.

In his long years, he’d had sex with both men and women, participated in orgies and experienced his own share of kinks, just to keep his mind busy and off the anxiety in his heart. But never once had he felt such an amazing attraction. One murmur from Wolfram made him tremble like a leaf. He was drunk on his mates, high on the ecstasy of having them close.

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He’d have liked to drive his mates crazy. He’d have wanted to draw this out forever and show them each and every position in the Kama Sutra. But Wolfram took over, and Dietrich surrendered to his wolf mate’s ministrations. Somehow, he managed to help Wolfram take off their clothing. By some unspoken agreement, Fritz rushed to do the same, his motions no longer hesitant, but frantic.

What little patience Dietrich had left evaporated. He crushed his lips to Wolfram’s, tasting the other man for the first time. Oddly, he thought that he could make the distinction between flavors of his two mates. In a distant part of his mind, he heard the bed creak and registered his human’s presence, just a second before Fritz’s warm hand landed on the naked skin of Dietrich’s chest. Fritz tweaked his nipple, making him groan in Wolfram’s mouth. The scrape of his mate’s nails over the tiny bud went straight to his cock, impossibly making him even harder. Wolfram bit his lip, and the sharp pain sizzled over him like a promise.

Dietrich broke apart from his mate, needing to touch back. What little clothing remained flew off, and Dietrich found himself kneeling on the bed, sandwiched between two hard, male bodies. Dietrich swept his hands over all the naked skin, loving the feel of the rippling muscles under his fingertips. He’d barely ended the kiss with Wolfram when Fritz took his mouth. Dietrich gave and devoured in equal measure, the kiss hovering between a battle for dominance and a languorous dance of passion. When it ended, he pushed Wolfram down, and Dietrich climbed into the other wolf’s lap. Wolfram’s erection nudged against his crease, and Fritz’s heat threatened to melt him right then and there.

Sensations coursed through him, and he suddenly ached to feel his mates inside of him. His wolf wanted to surrender, to trust in the embrace of two men who wouldn’t betray him, to let go in a way he’d never been able to.

He rubbed against his mates, making both of them groan.

Wolfram tilted his head to nibble at his neck. Dietrich hissed, aching
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to have his mate’s fangs in flesh. He didn’t even know where that idea came from, since he’d never done it before with a lover, but there it was.

They tortured with him with light, sensual motions, until Dietrich thought he would go mad. At last, the wolf broke free, and he tore himself away from Wolfram. Changing their positions, he pounced on his human mate. Seconds later, he crushed his lips to Fritz’s, barely managing to avoid biting into Fritz’s lip. The other man didn’t seem to mind his aggression. If anything, it made him turn up the heat even further, and he echoed Dietrich’s movements with something akin to desperation.

Wolfram caressed Dietrich’s back, and his wolf mate’s touch made him shudder and lose focus. When Wolfram separated his ass cheeks and rubbed a dry finger over his hole, Dietrich pushed back, wordlessly begging for invasion. “Lube,” Wolfram said. “Where?”

Dietrich broke the kiss with Fritz, giving his human enough time to answer. “Night table,” Fritz replied, panting.

Wolfram’s hands disappeared and returned in maybe a few seconds, but Dietrich still felt their absence. A trickle of lube slipped down the crack of his ass. Fritz took advantage of the moment to slip from under him and position Dietrich on all fours. Fritz’s cock bobbed in front of him, and Dietrich’s mouth watered at the sight.

He gazed up at Fritz, growling, “Come on. Fuck my face.”

Fritz didn’t hesitate a single second. He fed his prick into Dietrich’s mouth. Dietrich gladly parted his lips and took the hard shaft in his mouth. The moment his mate’s flavor exploded on his taste buds, his brain switched off, turning into pure instinct.

Everything else disappeared but the need to be one with his mates.

Fear became a recollection so distant he couldn’t be bothered to care about it.

Fritz tasted intoxicating, the spicy and sweet flavor better than anything Dietrich ever experienced in his life. He bobbed his head up
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and down the thick shaft, loving the weight of it on his tongue. It was his turn to tease and torture, his turn to devour Fritz whole.

A finger invaded Dietrich’s backside, making him tense in surprise. He wanted this, yes, but he hadn’t taken anyone inside of him in forever. In fact, he’d never acquired a taste for being at the receiving end of things with another man, and it surprised him that he wanted to do so now. Wolfram caressed his hip, and Fritz’s hand eased into his hair, and all the misgivings vanished, melting into pure passion.

Dietrich struggled to focus on the cock in his mouth. It wasn’t easy with Wolfram finger-fucking him, but he found help in the desire to taste his mate and the ingrained discipline of so many years of keeping control over his wolf. He wanted them all to experience this ecstasy, to feel the pleasure he did.

A second finger joined the first inside him, while Dietrich licked and sucked at Fritz’s dick. At first, both Fritz and Wolfram kept their motions gentle. Wolfram prepared Dietrich’s body with almost excruciating slowness, while Fritz allowed Dietrich to do whatever he wanted, visibly restraining himself.

When his wolf mate’s fingers rubbed his prostate, Dietrich growled, the gentleness no longer enough. He wanted to be fucked, and he wanted it now. Behind him, Wolfram let out a low chuckle.

“Eager, aren’t we?”

Dietrich would’ve been pissed, but he heard the strain in Wolfram’s voice and knew his mate wanted this just as much as he did. Wolfram’s fingers left Dietrich’s body, and a few seconds of pained anticipation followed. He waited until, at last, his wolf mate’s cock nudged at his entrance.

Slowly, Wolfram pushed inside, the burn of the stretch both delicious and painful. Dietrich had seen Wolfram’s impressive cock.

He might’ve doubted his ability to take it, but he knew they were mates. Their bodies, like their souls, were made for each other.

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Fritz moved back, allowing Dietrich to focus on taking their mate inside him. Dietrich glared up at Fritz at being denied his prize, and their little silent conflict effectively distracted him from experiencing any pain.

At last, Dietrich felt his mate’s balls flush against his ass. “Okay?”

Wolfram asked.

Dietrich just nodded. He didn’t think he could speak, and he had other, better, uses for his mouth anyway.

Fritz didn’t make him wait any longer. He gave Dietrich what he wanted, pushing his cock into Dietrich’s mouth once again. The two men started a shallow rhythm, penetrating Dietrich from both sides, making him want to scream in both pleasure and frustration. He tightened his ass around Wolfram’s cock and growled a little around Fritz’s dick, letting them both know he wanted more. It wouldn’t take much to convince them, he knew. He could feel his mates’ heavy arousal, in the scents swirling around him, in the taste and fullness invading his body, threatening to break loose like a river barely being kept in check by a cracking dam.

In a mere instant, the gentleness burst into something entirely different, a unleashing of instinct that wiped away any barrier Dietrich might have intended to keep. The pace increased, his mates thrusting into him harder, faster, deeper.

Stars flashed into his vision when Wolfram’s cock hit his special spot. He tried to thrust back against it and keep sucking on the cock in his mouth. Wolfram’s hold on his hip tightened to the extent of pain, but it only complimented the pleasure he felt. Dietrich had been correct in one thing. When Wolfram lost control, he was a volcano of passion. Not that Fritz disappointed in any way. In fact, if he didn’t know better, Dietrich would have thought their human was a spirit wolf. He kept the rhythm with Wolfram at a speed that shouldn’t have been possible for a normal person. Dietrich knew his jaw and ass would both hurt like hell, and he didn’t mind at all.

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Soon, the world diminished completely into a universe of sensation. Being possessed, branded by his mates, went beyond the carnal and into the spiritual. Already, Dietrich could feel the bond between them strengthen. Wolfram’s energies flowed through him and into Fritz. Dietrich’s own wolf reveled in it, in being granted the most precious gift at all, that of his mates.

There was one more thing missing, one last thing he needed. The image of Wolfram biting him flashed through his mind yet again, and this time, it found echo in reality.

With a hard thrust inside him, Wolfram embedded his fangs in Dietrich’s neck. The piercing pain combined with agonizing pleasure surpassed anything Dietrich ever expected. He felt their connection click into place, stronger than ever. He could sense Wolfram’s emotions as well, the gratitude and affection of the other man humbling him, at the same time as the lust made him lose what little control he’d preserved. He found his peak, his scream muffled by the cock in his mouth. Wolfram’s climax swept over him, and he felt it physically, a wave of heat bathing his insides, and spiritually, through their bond. Just when Dietrich thought it couldn’t get any better, Fritz came as well, sending his seed down Dietrich’s throat. It was too much. Dietrich’s mind shut down, and for a minute, he just floated into unconsciousness, too overcome by sensations.

He’d never have thought intimacy could be like this. He’d always pushed away his wolf, fearing its power. Now, when he’d released it, he’d found two gorgeous men who lavished him with affection. He was free and loved. What more could he want from life?

When he recovered at last, he saw he’d somehow ended up lying on Fritz’s bed, with his human mate spooning him and Wolfram next to Fritz. They still had so much to talk about, so much to figure out, but that would have to wait. He closed his eyes and surrendered to exhaustion and relaxation. Dimly, he caught a whispered
“Ich liebe
dich”
in his ear, and he smiled as he fell into deep sleep.

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The dream began just like before. He was lost in perpetual night, with immaterial hands holding him down, keeping him trapped. Even with the darkness, he could see the images of all the men he’d let down, all the spirit wolves he’d lost to death and his own inability to lead. Their souls and the souls of many others screeched at him, laughing. “You won’t ever be rid of us,” they said. “You cannot escape.”

And then, the shadow appeared, morphing into the huge wolf he was so familiar with. This time, the dream changed, and the darkness dissipated into the image of a church. It might have looked like a generic image for some, but Wolfram recognized it as the Dom St.

Peter, the oldest church in Trier and in Germany. The wolf turned as well, his image blurring and shifting until a dark-haired man stood there instead of the animal. He smirked at Wolfram. “It’s very nice to meet you, Magistrate.” His voice, while pleasant, held the same viciousness its animal counterpart showed. “Wouldn’t you like to play with me?”

The flashes of motionless spirit wolves appeared once again, but this time, they showed different images. Instead of the dead soldiers Wolfram remembered from his many days, he saw Marcus and Sebastian, bloody and still, but breathing. “Come on, Magistrate,” the man taunted. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint your people, would you?”

“Who are you?” Wolfram shouted. “What do you want?”

The other wolf—or rather, the feral—laughed. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

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The church began to fade, and Wolfram fell back into the darkness. He seemed lost, unable to find his way out of the void. He screamed, but he couldn’t even hear his own voice.

But within him, he felt something else, something that hadn’t been there in the past. The connection with Dietrich shone bright and clear, and through it, he felt his mates’ affection, reaching out to him. Once, Klaus’s voice pulled him out of his nightmares. Now, the love of his two men did so, and he awoke, opening his eyes to the sight of Fritz looming above him. “Are you all right?” the human asked in concern.

Wolfram nodded. His mates’ presence made the panic dwindle and gave him the ability to focus. “He has Sebastian and Marcus.”

“Who?” Fritz inquired. “Joseph?”

“It’s quite possible, yes,” Wolfram replied. He had no idea who this Joseph person could be and how he’d eluded Wolfram’s grasp so far. Usually, Wolfram could sense the spirit manifestations of his kind, ferals included, and this ability helped him detect the general location of their foes. But with Joseph, he’d never once seen any clue of the other man’s identity, hiding spot, or allies. He feared this feral would not be like the ones before, but much stronger.