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ago.”
    Carlos wanted to offer him comfort but figured it would be rebuffed, so he returned to the current issue. “If I let you join, you have to recognize my dominance.” He offered a brief smile that he knew was just shy of menacing. “Do you know what that means coming from a cat?”
    There was a long pause and a flicker of knowledge in both wolves’ eyes. Asa shook his head, his expression rueful. “You two may be willing to share her. But I’m not getting involved in a mated group.”
    So he knew how these things worked in a lion pride?
    Carlos watched the two werewolves exchange a long glance and realized with a surge of excitement that these men were, at least occasionally, lovers. And Asa was stepping out to allow him to have Declan. His arousal spiked to a level he’d never experienced before.
    “I think I’ll run a patrol,” Asa said and left the house. His respect for the wolf grew. He almost regretted Asa’s decision. He might have enjoyed watching him and Declan fuck.
    It wasn’t unusual for a dominant cat to keep several lovers in his wider circle of friends, for his and his mate’s pleasure. It was expected. And as the king’s brother and second, you couldn’t get much more dominant. It didn’t hurt that he’d hunted with these two. He respected them. Even liked them. Oh well. It was Declan he really wanted. Declan he was beginning to crave with increasing intensity.
    The wolf was watching him, waiting silently, and Carlos couldn’t ignore the fact he was a strong, dominant male in his own right. It was a heady thrill knowing Declan was ready to submit to him. His cock was so hard it hurt, and he fought the urge to pound into someone. There was no way his human mate could take that, but the wolf could, and he could see the excitement, the expectation in Declan’s eyes. He walked to the overnight bag he’d dropped near the door and pulled out a bottle of lube.
    “Strip. Now.”
    Declan followed the order without saying a word, but his eyes flashed in irritation.
    Carlos smiled. “Who do you think is more dominant?”
    Declan’s eyes narrowed. “Right now? You.” It was clear the other man expected to reverse roles someday soon. Carlos unzipped his jeans and squeezed the base of his cock to keep from coming.
    “We’ll deal with that later.”
    He’d allow that—under certain circumstances. Ground rules could wait for another time, though. Both men were naked in seconds. There wasn’t a soft dick in the room. He gestured to Declan to step forward.
    “On your knees. Suck me.”
    When Declan took his cock in his mouth, Carlos groaned. There was no buildup. No gentle suction. No soft licks. Declan sucked his cock into his mouth hard. With teeth. Carlos felt an orgasm building, tingling in the base of his spine, and yanked Declan’s head away. His eyes glowed, the wolf moving in them, and Carlos flipped him over, pulled him to his knees on the floor.
    Carlos moved into position behind him and dropped to his knees also, the lube gripped in one hand. He squeezed a few drops around Declan’s puckered asshole and worked a finger inside, then two. His muscles tightened around the invasion.
    “If you don’t relax, it’s gonna hurt,” Carlos promised, somehow knowing this wolf welcomed pain.
    With a full-body shudder, Declan relaxed enough for Carlos to work in a third finger. He slowly withdrew and pushed back in, twisting his wrist as did, spreading his fingers to stretch Declan for his cock. When his big body started to move with Carlos’s thrusts, he pulled out long enough to lube his cock. Then he gripped his hips and slowly slid in. Declan’s head fell forward as he gasped. Was it pain or pleasure? Carlos held still and gripped his hips harder.
    “Don’t stop,” Declan demanded.
    Carlos returned to his task, working in and out slowly, as the sound of movement came from the hallway. He looked up to see Sunny, transfixed but ready to bolt.
    “Don’t leave, kitten. Watch