Trio of Mates

Chapter 1 - Brandon

Zak kisses along my jaw while he palms my erection through my pants. I groan and turn my face to his, hungrily devouring his mouth. My hand runs from his hip up his bare, muscular back, and along his broad shoulders.  I move my hand to his short mahogany colored hair, fisting it in my hand, keeping his head firmly trapped in my grasp. He isn’t quite as tall as I am, so I bend my head to his, pulling him closer to my body.  My c**k twitches in his hands and he moans into my mouth.

“Brandon,” he sighs as he unzips my pants and I fall out into his hands.  He wraps his fist around my swollen c**k and squeezes as I break away from his mouth, my head falling back as I moan loudly.

“Holy s**t,” I breathe out.

Zak chuckles and trails his lips along my neck. The rough stubble on his cheeks rubs along my jaw and neck, adding an extra texture to the pleasure.  He begins to pump his fist and my hips involuntarily move to follow his rhythm.

Groaning loudly, I turn toward him and my hand travels down to his toned ass, slipping into his pants.  His muscular arm wraps around my hips, his fingers gripping my skin.

“You guys started without me?” A feminine voice says from the door to Zak’s room.

We both turn to see our other best friend, Charlie, walking into the room, stripping off her clothes as she walks closer.

“You took too long,” I grin at her, rubbing my finger over Zak’s asshole. He whimpers and begins pumping my d**k harder.  I close my eyes and hum my approval.

“Let me help,” Charlie says, grabbing a bottle of lube from the bedside table. She walks over to Zak, pulling his head toward her for a slow, thorough kiss. The sight of the two of them kissing, her completely naked and him only in a pair of sweats slung low on his hips, is almost enough for me to c*m.  I bite my lip to swallow my moan.

Charlie pulls Zaks sweatpants and underwear down.  She squirts lube over his asshole and my fingers before kneeling in front of us. She grins up at me as she takes me into her mouth.  She begins pumping Zak’s c**k with her right hand.

“f**k, Charlie,” Zak curses, drawing out the words.  He closes his eyes and leans his head back.

“Good girl,” I say, grabbing the back of her head at the same time that I stick two fingers into Zak’s tight hole.

“s**t!” he swears, leaning into my body as I begin to scissor and twirl my fingers to loosen him up.  Charlie suddenly pops me out of her mouth and starts to suck Zak’s c**k, stroking her hand along my shaft. 

“If you two don’t stop, I’m going to f*****g c*m right now,” Zak says, trying to pull away from us. But we both tighten our grips, mine on his ass and Charlie’s on his hips.

“Who said you could c*m?” I whisper into the shell of his ear, pulling my fingers in and out of him.

Charlie pulls back on his c**k, so just the tip is in her mouth. She stares up at us and grins as she runs her tongue around his tip.

“Oh, f**k!” Zak moans loudly. “I can’t help it.” He pulls her head so that his c**k is completely engulfed by her mouth.  His body rocks back and forth between Charlie’s mouth and my fingers. He fists his hands in her hair, f*****g her mouth. Zak turns and kisses me, hard and fast, cumming down Charlie’s throat.  I greedily swallow his moans, still pumping my fingers in and out of his ass.

Zak leans against me as Charlie swallows.  “Oh, Zak,” Charlie says, mock sadness in her voice.  “You didn’t have permission to cum.”

I grin wickedly at her and turn back to Zak. His eyes are fluttering and he is panting heavily.  “Guess someone needs to be punished. What do you think, Charlie? Cuffs or rope?” I say, gazing into Zak’s face. He is still recovering from his orgasm and isn’t truly hearing what we are saying.

I lean down, pulling his n****e into my mouth and biting. I earn a gasp from Zak and he straightens off of my shoulder.

Charlie chuckles, walking over to the dresser where we keep all of our toys.  “Cuffs,” Charlie says, reaching into the top drawer.  “He likes being completely helpless, but hates it when the only thing restrained is his hands.” Zak likes to be able to touch us, to move at will, or to be completely restricted. Either fully restrained or completely free.  By just cuffing his hands, it will increase the amount of begging he does.

I smirk at Zak, his c**k already half-hard again. “Perfect,” I say, grabbing him around the waist. I push him onto the bed, flipping him onto his stomach and laying on top of him.  Leaning into his ear, I whisper, “I’m going to f**k you so hard that you won’t be able to walk out of here.”

Zak moans and tries to turn his head to kiss me, but I pull back. Charlie giggles, attaching the cuffs to the hook on the bed and locking Zak’s hands into the cuffs.  

“I think he likes that idea,” Charlie says, grabbing his now fully erect d**k in her hand and giving it a few strokes. Zak hisses in pleasure. 

Getting off of Zak, I grab the lube and pour it over my aching c**k. I pull Zak up so that his arms are taut in front of him and he is on his knees.

Charlie puts a pillow under Zak’s hips.  Then she slips beneath him, laying on the pillow.

I pour more lube onto Zak’s asshole as Charlie lines him up with her dripping p***y. She pushes him inside of her and they both gasp at the feeling.

“So f*****g wet,” Zak grits out between clinched teeth.

“Holy hell!” Charlie moans, beginning to rock her hips onto his c**k.

I wrap my arms around Zak and place my hands on Charlie’s breasts. I squeeze and roll her n*****s, feeling them pebble in my fingers. I bite Zak’s shoulder for that extra feeling of pain and pleasure. He cries out for me.

“You ready for my big c**k in your ass?” I say against his skin.

“Please,” he whispers.

“I didn’t hear you,” I say, grabbing my c**k and rubbing it against his waiting hole.

“Please, Brandon.  Please f**k me!” He cries out.

I smile widely and line my c**k up with his asshole.  “Since you asked so nicely,” I say and thrust completely into him.

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I open my eyes, breathing hard. I look around and find that I am in my own bed in my room. I’m naked and my c**k is tenting the sheet, a dot of precum staining where the tip rubs the fabric. I roll over to find Devin with his back to me. He’s naked, like me. Not surprising since we pretty much passed out after f*****g all night.

Devin’s muscular back and tan skin are relaxed and his firey red hair is messy from sleeping and our long night.

I quickly reach across him to the lube on the bedside table. My movement makes him stir, but he doesn’t open his eyes.  “What time is it?” he says, rubbing his face. His voice is rough from sleep and screaming last night. Good thing our rooms are soundproof.

Not answering him, I quickly put lube on my fingers and rub them over his asshole.

“Oh!” Devin groans, half turning towards me. I push him onto his stomach, keeping my arm on his upper back, so he can’t roll back.  I stick two fingers into his hole and begin to twist and scissor them.

“Mmmm,” he groans.

“Good. You’re still soft from last night,” I say.  I pull my fingers out and pour some lube on my d**k before climbing between his legs.

“Good morning to you, too,” he says, then yips when I push into him.

“Shut up,” I say, pulling him up into his knees before grabbing his hips and pounding into him.

“Yes!” he cries out. “Just like that!”

I push his head down into the pillow, pounding hard and fast. I can hear his moans muffled in the pillow, but I don’t want to hear him.

“Zak! f**k, Charlie!” I moan. The sound of my hips hitting Devin’s ass fills the room. Devin begins to clench around my c**k, his orgasm building. I can hear him moan his pleasure, but all that I think about is my dream. I’m so close, chasing my orgasm as I pound into Devin’s ass, my mind filled with images of Zak and Charlie.

Devin attempts to grab his c**k to jerk himself off, but I pull his arm around his back. “You c*m when I say you c*m,” I grunt at him.

“f**k! Please! Please let me c*m!” Devin pleads.

I just ignore him, continuing to pound into him.

“Please!” Devin begs again.

My balls tighten as I hear his pleas. I love it when he begs.  “Say my name,” I say, my orgasm continuing to build.

“Brandon, please let me c*m!” Devin screams.

In my mind, I hear Charlie saying my name. I hear Zak’s pleas for me to let him give into the pleasure that I am giving him. I pull Devin’s body up so that he is kneeling upright, his back flush against my front. I turn his head towards mine. Before capturing his mouth with mine, I whisper, “Cum.”

Devin screams into my mouth, his seed shooting out of his c**k as I continue to pound into him.  His ass tightens around my c**k and I roar into his mouth as I c*m with him.

Devin and I collapse onto the bed, me spooning his body with mine. He lays his head on my outstretched arm while I throw a leg over top of his. We lay catching our breath for several minutes before Devin breaks the silence.

“Another dream?” he asked, turning his body to face me.

Not wanting to speak, I just nod.  This was the sixth one in as many days.  The feelings that the dreams brought with them were starting to weigh on me. 

“Tell me,” he asked, turning my face to look at him.

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” I say, my eyes begging him to let it go. I should have known better.  Devin has this theory that if I don’t talk about it, then it will only stay bottled up inside and eat me alive.  He says that I need to “exorcise the dreams,” letting them out into the open so that they stop consuming my mind.  Hasn’t really worked yet.

Devin pulls my head down and pecks my lips before glaring at me. He keeps eye contact with me until I relent.

“It was a s*x dream…” I start.

“Obviously,” he chuckles and kisses my cheek.

I roll my eyes, but smile at him.  “Obviously.  Anyway, it started with Zak jerking me off and then Charlie walked in,” I say, my voice filled with disappointment. My eyes close as a brief flicker of pain crosses my face.

Devin pulls me close, tucking my head into his chest.  Quite a feat, since he’s about six inches shorter than me.

I wrap my arms around his waist and we lay in silence for a few moments before I continue.  “Charlie and I got Zak off, but he came without my permission,” I say into his chest.

Devin chuckles, but doesn’t say anything.  He knows that I like to be in control in the bedroom.

I smile sadly into his chest. “Charlie decided to cuff him to the bed so that he couldn’t touch us. Apparently he hates having his hands restricted, at least in my dreams. Charlie got underneath him and started f*****g him, but I made him beg. Just as I thrust inside of him, I woke up.”

Just talking about the dream has made me hard again and I can feel Devin’s arousal against my stomach.

I clear my throat and look up at him. “Why do I keep having these dreams?”

“I don’t know, love,” Devin says, pushing my hair away from my face. “You’re almost 21. You should be dreaming about your mate.  I don’t know why you are dreaming about Charlie and Zak when they are mated to each other.”

Tears gather in my eyes and silently slide down my cheeks. “Why is the Moon Goddess tormenting me? I’m trying to accept that my two best friends are each other’s mates.  That the two people that I’ve been in love with for years are out of my reach forever. But I can’t move on if all I think about is them!  I have to work with them everyday.  I see them everywhere, even in my f*****g dreams!”

Devin holds my face in his hands and begins kissing away my tears. “I’m so sorry, Brandon. I don’t know why this is happening.” His lips make their way to mine and he kisses me deeply.  I hold onto him with all of my strength, crushing him to me.

We pull away from the kiss breathing hard.

“Let me help you forget,” he says to me, his voice soft, his eyes full of sympathy and lust.

In response, I kiss him, pulling his body on top of mine.  We spend another hour in bed before we shower together. I lend Devin some clothes and we head down to the dining hall for breakfast.

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Though Devin and I have been active in bed for a while, it is still early and the omegas are just starting to serve breakfast for those of us that live in the packhouse.  As the rising Beta, I have my own suite on the fourth floor of our five story packhouse.  Devin is one of the pack’s best young warriors.  He lives in the barracks with the rest of the unmated warriors.  However, for the past three months, he has spent most of his nights in my room, helping me to forget my depression and, more recently, deal with the after effects of my dreams.  

Devin and I, along with Charlie and Zak, have been best friends since the womb.  As the children of our pack’s leadership, we were brought up as close as siblings.  This was even more true because we were all born within six months of each other. Zak and I were always together, learning how to lead our pack as the future Alpha and Beta.  Charlie and Devin, as the children of our Delta and Gamma respectively, were around the majority of the time as well, but Zak was my constant companion.  He was the first one that I came out to, the one that helped me through all my break ups, and the one who held me together when my mother and sister died in a car accident. He was my best friend and my first love.

The only one who came close to my feelings for Zak was Charlie.  Her real name is Charlotte, but she hated that name. She’s been Charlie since she was three.  It was a nickname from her grandfather and she wouldn’t respond to any other name.  Charlie was like a sister to me until I turned thirteen and noticed how beautiful she was. Her raven black hair flowed in gentle waves down her back and perfectly framed her olive toned skin and gray eyes.  Charlie’s petite frame was lithe and curvy, her full breasts and hips giving the perfect amount of femininity to her slim, muscled body.  Her full-lips were always in a pout, one that I have fantasized to have wrapped around my d**k so many times I can’t even count.  She is honestly the only reason I am bisexual instead of strictly gay. Her vibrant personality, amazing sense of humor, and kind heart made her the total package. Those qualities only became more evident when she became Luna when she and Zak realized they were mates.  That happened three months ago on Zak’s 21st birthday.  

At 21, we werewolves are able to find our mate.  Our life partner. The other half of our soul, specifically created for us by the Moon Goddess to walk with us through whatever trials life puts us through. This is when wolves come into their full strength as a were. Though we have our first shift at 16, those intervening years are used to help us learn to control our wolves, learn how the moon’s cycles affect our bodies, hone our abilities, and build strength within our pack. On the dawn of our 21st birthday, the Moon Goddess bestows on us an ability. Nothing magical or mystic, but an ability that we specifically will need to help us through the path that was chosen for us. Things like benevolence, keen sight, tactical skill, even cooking acumen, will become evident in our personalities. It makes great wolves even greater.

Charlie’s birthday was first out of the four of us, being born on the first day of the year.  She didn’t find her mate right away, which isn’t uncommon. Most wolves find their mate within the year after they turn 21. But the ability that she gained from the Moon Goddess was a fierce protectiveness for those she loved and those weaker than her. She was already a formidable fighter and tactician, being the daughter of our Delta. This protectiveness drove her kindness and fighting instincts even deeper.  She beat the s**t out of a man that was sexually assaulting a woman at the mall and ran into a busy street to grab a child chasing after a ball. It was the perfect gift for the Moon Goddess to bestow on the future Luna of our pack, though none of us knew that at the time.