Chase, a golden eagle shifter, is destined to be the leader of his flock, the shifters of the air. But he has a few problems. Not only is he not ready for the responsibility, he isn’t even sure whom he wants as his mate—and there’s the little issue of an unsolved killing to sort out.
Ben is also a golden eagle shifter, but more importantly, he is Chase’s best friend and three-time lover. He wants to be his best friend’s mate, but can he be honest about his feelings?
Ariana is a young peregrine falcon shifter who has loved Chase for years. But how could she say anything? After all, why would he want her when he can have anyone he wants?
Three shifters, with three separate problems, all fighting to find out who they are and how they can love one another.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), anal sex, m/m sex
Ben jogged up the stairs and knocked on the door. “Hey, Chase, you home?”
His best friend opened the door, jeans on, but nothing on his gorgeous chest or feet.
“Hey, yeah. Come on in.”
Ben’s cock swelled within his jeans. His instant attraction to this man frustrated him, and he burst into Chase’s house.
“How did last night go?”
Chase pushed the door closed and frowned as he walked forward. “It went really well. What’s up, Ben?”
Ben clenched his fists tighter then opened them by force. Calm, he needed to stay focused.
“So, Ariana is it for you? You’ll mate with her?”
He began to pace, nervous energy working through his system and turning into anger. How could he have missed his chance to be with Chase?
Chase walked closer warily, approaching him how one would move towards an injured and angry bird. Chase had almost reached him now, and his brow knitted together. “Well, we’ve only had one night together, and she’s still at Uni, but yeah. I think so.”
Pain broke through Ben’s chest, making it feel like his ribs were being split open.
He stopped and gasped, putting a hand to his heart.
“Ben, seriously, what’s wrong?”
Ben growled and began pacing again. He couldn’t stay still, and if Chase touched him, he would surely scream.
“I don’t know how to tell you this. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for months, and it looks like I’ve run out of time.”
Inevitability settled into Ben’s mind, and he knew this was it.
Chase’s face was wary, his tone of voice gentle when he spoke. “What had you been wanting to tell me, Ben?”
Ben looked at him, his belly tight with worry. “I need to tell you ... that I...”
Ben stumbled over the words. How did you tell your male best friend that you were in love with him?
Chase leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms, that smug grin firmly in place. “If you’re going to tell me you want Ariana, too, then you’re going to have a fight on your hands.”
Ben clenched his fists, anger boiling up inside him. He opened his mouth and screamed at the man he had loved for a decade.
“I don’t want Ariana! I fucking want you! Don’t you get it? I don’t want to be your best friend who you fucked when you were drunk! I want to be your mate, too!”
Chase’s mouth dropped open, and his eyes widened. Then his eyes turned yellow, and he took a step forward. His huge hands reached for Ben, cupping his face and drawing it to his mouth.
Ben groaned and grabbed Chase about the waist, hauling his huge male into his body, absorbing Chase’s moan and squeezing his arse.
He pulled back and grabbed Chase’s jean-covered arse. “I want you.”
He stared at the man he wanted above all else waiting for a sign that Chase felt the same.
“I...” Chase cleared his throat. “I want you, too,” Chase said, the words gravelly.
Ben dropped to his knees and unbuttoned Chase’s jeans in a hurry. He had never done this for his lover, their previous intimacies brief with almost no foreplay. Now, he could think of no other way to brand Chase as his own. His powerful eagle was close to the surface.
He opened up Chase’s jean placket, and his cock sprang out, pointing directly to Ben’s mouth. Thick, heavy, red, and swollen.
God, it’s beautiful.
He wrapped his hand around the base and looked up at his man.
“I want to suck you so bad.”
He waited, wanting the confirmation that Chase wanted it, too.
His mate didn’t respond with words, but slid his fingers into Ben’s short hair and pulled him closer. That was all the permission he needed.
Ben smiled as he licked the tip. Yum.
“Chase ... are you here?” Ariana’s voice shocked them both, and Ben turned his head, ready to jump up.
But he was already too late. She wasn’t coming in. She was already here.
“Oh my God...” she whispered, one hand on the open door, one over her mouth.
Chase pulled back from him and turned his back so that he could cover himself.
Ben got to his feet slowly, embarrassed and ashamed by Chase’s rejection.
“Ariana, baby...” Chase turned and stepped forward, but the horrified girl turned and fled, a loud squawk breaking the eerie silence as she shifted and took flight, escaping the pain they had caused her.
Ben watched Chase go after her and sat down on the couch with a thump. Causing that beautiful girl pain had never been his intention.
Ben sat still for several minutes, unwilling and unable to stand up and go about his normal Saturday routine. What the hell had he just done?
He could still see the look on Ariana’s face. The pure horror and betrayal. It would be a look he would never forget.
The door swung open once again, and Chase came barrelling back in.
“She shifted! Fuck, I better not follow her. I don’t want to scare her, plus … Why did I have to pick a peregrine falcon mate? She’s only the fastest bloody bird there is! ”
Chase picked up a wooden chair and threw it across the room. “Fuck!” He screamed as the wood shattered into a thousand pieces.
Ben turned his head away, not wanting to see his mate like this.
He waited another minute and stood up, his heart heavy and aching.
“Do you think she’ll be all right?”
Chase grabbed for his shirt that lay across a chair and shrugged into it. That hurt Ben more than anything, Chase’s need to cover himself after everything they’d shared.
“I don’t know. God, I can’t lose her, Ben.”