Symbiotic Mates 6: Lane and the Lycans (MMM)
[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, werewolves, shape-shifters, HEA]
Lane Kata is on a mission from hell. Spy on the wolf-shifters and report back to his vampire master. Things go horribly wrong when a bear decides to have the cat-shifter for dinner. Two lycans intervene, and Lane is sure he’ll end up as wolf kibble instead of bear meat, but Nicky Birch is a do-gooder wildlife enthusiast, and he’s determined to keep the lynx safe. His mate, Doug Wilder, agrees, but only until Nicky finds a wildlife sanctuary that will care for the cat.
Lane discovers that not all wolves are savages as he was led to believe. When he develops a crush on his captors, he can’t help shifting to his human form and jumping into their bed. The sex is great, but Lane knows there's no future for a cat and two dogs. He returns to the vampire Colony, but his master has already replaced him, and his days are numbered.
A Siren Erotic Romance
- kristina l. g
More From Symbiotic Mates
Nicky Birch hesitated at the entrance to the Wolf Den. He wished he could turn around and go home, but that would mean ignoring a direct order from the alpha.
Doggone! Being an omega bites big time.
There were seven omegas in the Arcadia pack, one for every day of the week. A few of them enjoyed serving the pack, and would probably take Nicky’s place if he asked them, but the alpha frowned on slackers. Everyone had to do their part for the pack and tonight was Nicky’s turn in the spotlight. Unfortunately, being tonight’s featured entertainment wasn’t as glamorous as it sounded. Truth be told, the omegas were nothing more than glorified whores.
It was nobody’s fault. Just the luck of the draw. There were so few bitches that most men didn’t have female mates and a lot of the gay men were already hooked up. Wolf-shifters were horny creatures and jacking off only went so far to satisfy them. Men without mates turned mean and got into trouble—or so the alpha said. Rafe had made it his personal mission to control the sexual energy of the pack. Unfortunately, his idea of keeping the peace was to pimp out the omegas to the horny guys who couldn’t find their own fuck buddies. Being born the lowest-ranking person in the pack, Nicky didn’t dare argue with the alpha. Rafe’s word was law.
It is what it is.
Nicky had learned to grin and bear it. It helped to have a not so secret, secret lover. Relationships between omegas and higher ranking pack members were discouraged, but the animal attraction between Doug and Nicky was too hot to cool down, they couldn’t keep their paws off each other.
Knowing Doug had his back made Nicky feel a whole lot better about things. Still, Nicky’s shifts were always a crapshoot, the big question being—would his lover get there early enough to claim him first, or would Nicky have to go off with some big, smelly douchebag who couldn’t get his own date? At least he had his music and permission from the alpha to deejay at the club. Sharing tunes at the Den made his time there bearable. Sharing his body—not so much.
But as long as Nicky had his music and Doug, he could deal with the rest. Thinking about Doug made him smile. If he was lucky, Doug might already be waiting for him inside. Nicky opened the door and breathed in a heady mix of testosterone, pheromones, and sweat. Saturday nights at the Den were the worst. The wolves worked hard all week and they liked to party hard on the weekends. Nicky just hoped there wouldn’t be any fights. The wolf-shifters thought they were so macho that it didn’t take much to set off a brawl. In reality, most of them were childish and had the emotional range of a gargoyle. It was the nature of the beast. Except for Doug, of course.
Nicky scanned the big rectangular space. He didn’t see Doug by the bar or at the pool tables. Nicky’s courage slipped a little, but he forced a smile and made his way to the small stage by the dance floor. He plugged in the speakers and tested the equipment. Nicky normally played a mix of rock, rap, and hip-hop, but he always threw in a few of Doug’s favorite tunes—oldies from the band, Queen. Their music kicked ass!
Speaking of Doug... Where the hell is he?
Well, it was still early. Nicky always showed up way before his shift so he’d have plenty of time to set up his equipment. He could have done what the other omegas did. They didn’t report for duty until they had to, and then they would just stand around and look pretty until one of the wolves took them into the back room for a quickie. At first, Nicky had done the same, but standing around on display just made him nervous. He preferred to keep busy, and the music calmed him, so he’d begged the alpha to let him deejay. Rafe told him he could play his music, as long as he started early so it didn’t interfere with his other duties.
At first it had worked out really well. Doug wasn’t happy about Nicky’s other duties, but he got around it in his own way. He would show up early, too, and just happen to be the first man to claim Nicky. When it became obvious to the pack that Doug and Nicky were lovers, most of the men gave Nicky a wide berth—except Toby. The big redhead only cared about himself and what he wanted. Yeah, Toby was trouble with a capital T.
In theory, the omegas were permitted to say no if they chose, but in reality, the alpha frowned on it, unless they had a good reason. Like if war was declared and they had to go to into battle. “There’s a reason all omegas are born gay,” Rafe had told them. “You’re meant to service and stabilize the pack.” It had been pounded into Nicky’s head so many times, that he’d actually started to believe it. He didn’t even have a family he could go to for support. Rafe had found him in a human orphanage. Nicky had been so young, he hadn’t even realized he was a wolf yet. He was grateful to the elderly couple who had raised him and taught him how to be a wolf, but they were dead now. Nicky only had Doug.
Where are you, Doug?
There was no point even trying to sleep. Attraction to the wolves pulled at Lane and he craved the touch of lycan skin under his human fingers. Already aroused by Doug’s earlier kisses and Nicky’s gentle touches, Lane’s cock dripped like a leaky faucet. He rolled to his stomach, rubbing his erection on the sheets, trying to get some relief. The two wolves were having a restless night as well. Lane wasn't surprised to smell arousal all over them. After all, Ethan had warned him that wolves were horndogs who would screw anything on two legs, maybe four. The thought didn't make him feel special, but at this point it didn't matter. He really needed to get off.
Doug shifted position again and again. Finally he muttered a string of curses. “I’m not sleeping on this fucking wet spot.”
“It’s your runoff, lover, deal with it.” Nicky chided.
Doug’s big hand reached under Lane and grabbed his cock. “It’s not me, baby, it’s the damn cat.”
Lane moaned and pushed into Doug’s hand, releasing more pre-cum.
“Fuck!” Doug exclaimed in a harsh voice. “I could drown in his puddle. I’m gonna put the cat out.”
Nicky’s hand snaked under Lane’s groin and joined Doug’s. “I can think of better ways to keep the bed dry.”
Doug groaned. “You sure about this?”
“God, yes,” Lane hissed and squirmed between them.
Nicky laughed. “I don’t think he was asking you, sweetheart.” With unexpected force, Nicky flipped Lane over on his back, exciting him even more. Being controlled fed the sexual frenzy building inside him, and having two men dominating him only doubled the pleasure.
Nicky slid down his body and the wolf’s hot, wet mouth swallowed his cock to the root. His cry of pleasure was muffled when Doug’s mouth crushed against his. The wolf’s thrusting tongue slipped between his lips and he gave himself up completely to the wolves’ passion.
Doug’s kisses left Lane weak and confused. He wasn’t used to so much kissing. Ethan had never wanted that kind of connection, so Lane had always believed it wasn’t what he wanted either. Of course he’d never been kissed like this. One minute, soft and sweet, the next, rough and ravaging. It was all good.
Doug released his lips and licked and sucked at his neck, concentrating on the sensitive spot where Ethan fed. Lane gripped Doug’s head and held it firmly to his throat. Nicky’s suction increased and Lane couldn’t help thrusting into his mouth. Groaning, he released his hold on Doug and gripped the sheets. “Sorry.”
Doug lifted his head and watched Nicky work him for a few seconds. “Is he good, cat-man?”
“Yes,” Lane hissed.
“Then don’t be sorry. Fuck him hard, because you’re next.”
The words echoed in Lane’s ears, and took him to the very edge of an orgasm. Then Doug’s lips blazed a trail of liquid fire down his chest and sucked a hard nipple between them.
Nicky’s hands gripped Lane’s ass, encouraging him to thrust harder, as if he could stop himself now. Then a finger penetrated his tight hole and he was gone. One more hard thrust and he cried out Nicky’s name as he filled the man’s throat with his cum.
When his breathing finally calmed down, he opened his eyes and saw Nicky kneeling between his legs. The blond leaned over for a tender kiss and Lane tasted himself on Nicky’s swollen lips. It was sexy as hell and he couldn’t help throwing his arms around the lycan’s neck and hugging him fiercely.
“Enough.” Doug pulled Nicky away and Lane released him reluctantly. It had felt so good to hold Nicky in his arms. Ethan had never allowed it.
Lane lay back and watched Nicky and Doug share a kiss. They were so connected, it hurt. He’d never had that kind of bond with a man and suddenly he realized what he’d been missing. It was small consolation to know that Doug was tasting Lane on his lover’s lips, but he’d take whatever connection he could. Lane’s cock filled again and he reached down to stroke himself. The lycans ended their kiss breathless, and watched him tug his erection to full strength. Then Doug looked at Nicky and the smaller wolf nodded.
Doug locked eyes with Lane “I want to fuck you, Lane.” He paused to let the words sink in. “While you suck Nicky.”