Trio of Mates
Chapter 4

I walk with Brandon into the packhouse dining hall, staying close behind him. I love watching his tight a*ss in action. He turns around to look at me, smirking. His sky blue eyes fill with mischief. He’s obviously thinking about our morning together. I want to run my hands through his short blonde hair, k!ss my way down his prominent jaw line, and wrap my arms around his muscular torso.

I ran my finger down his arm, pulling lightly on his fingers before letting go. Although Zak and Charlie know that we are gay, it isn’t common knowledge in the pack. Honestly, it is looked down on for those in leadership positions. Our bloodlines depended on their continuation, meaning that we have to have pups. Kind of difficult to do that within the mate bond if you are gay. So, we had to keep it close to the vest, no matter how much I wanted everyone to know that we were together.

I know that it isn’t for long. Hell, both of our birthdays are within a week. It is very possible that we will both replace our mates, likely not each other. And there is the whole thing with Brandon still being hung up on Charlie and Zak. But for now, he is mine. For a little while, I have the one that I had wanted since I figured out I was gay in high school. It would be enough. It had to be.

I know that there is no way that Brandon is my mate. I have been having dreams of someone from my barracks. His face is always in shadow, so I didn’t know who it is. But the way he moved and the setting of each dream let me know he is one of my brother warriors. I should have been excited. I’ll likely replace him on my birthday and be mated for life. But I’m not. I have wanted Brandon for years and now I’m with him, as much as he’ll let me be. I’m not ready to let him go. I don’t know if I ever will be.

We sit at the high table with our families. Luckily, we have seats next to each other. The omegas serve us pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, and hash browns. My mouth waters at the sight as I thank the omega who handed me my plate. I lift my fork to get ready to dig in when I feel Brandon’s hand on the inside of my thigh. He doesn’t look at me as he scoots his chair in towards the table, moving it closer to me at the same time. Just his touch has me at half mast.

“Good morning, son,” my father says to me. “What’s on the schedule for training today?” As the current Gamma, my father is in charge of the security of the pack. Since Charlie was supposed to take over as Delta before she became Luna, those duties are being split between Charlie and my father. With my birthday coming up on Tuesday, I have almost completely taken over all of his duties. He is pretty much Gamma in name only at this point.

I draw a breath to answer my father when Brandon’s hand brushes against my stiffening c0ck and my breath comes out in a gasp.

My father looks at me, concern flitting over his face. “You ok, Devin?”

“Yeah, Dev,” Brandon says, his face filled with concern. At the same time, he grabs my c0ck, squeezing the head. “You ok?”

Swallowing, I answer, “Fine. Bit my tongue. Um, today’s plan is to start with the new warriors. They have their initial test in two days.”

As I talk, Brandon’s hand begins to move up and down on my c0ck. My breathing increases, and I try to cover it by taking a bite of pancake. “This afternoon is standard training for groups one, two, and three. Groups four and five will be running the obstacle course with Charlie.”

My father’s face clears. He nods his head. “Sounds good,” my father says, going back to his food. Brandon slips his hand into the sweatpants I’m wearing, grabbing my c0ck again and jerking me slowly. I try to cover his hand with mine, but he tightens his grip on my d!ck. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him give a minute shake of his head. I let go and move my hand back to my food, robotically putting a bite of eggs in my mouth and chewing.

Beta Carl, Brandon’s father, begins to talk to Brandon about an upcoming visit from a neighboring pack and preparations for his birthday and Beta ceremony next Friday. Like me, Brandon is Beta in all but name now. Under the table, Brandon’s hand continues to move up and down my shaft, brushing against my balls and rounding over the tip. You would think that after all the se*x that we had last night and this morning that I wouldn’t be this horny. But the fact that he is doing this at the breakfast table and not even paying attention to me is pushing all the right buttons.

I grip his wrist, signaling that I am close to my o****m. But Brandon shakes my grip off and continues to talk to his father. My breathing becomes labored and it’s all I can do not to m0an aloud as my o****m comes closer and closer to the edge. I stuff more food into my mouth, hoping that it will distract me. It doesn’t work.

Again, I grab onto Brandon’s wrist and he turns to me. I know that my eyes are begging him to give me release. “Please,” I breathe out, knowing that he can hear me. “Please, Brandon.”

I draw a breath to answer my father when Brandon’s hand brushes against my stiffening c0ck and my breath comes out in a gasp.

He smiles at me and leans a little closer, as if he has to tell me a secret. “No,” he says. “You hold it until I say.”

With that, he brings a sausage link to his mouth and slowly pushes it past his lips, svcking the whole link in.

I can’t help but let out a small g***n as his hand picks up speed and my h!ps buck slightly off of my chair.

“You sure that you’re ok, son?” My father asks me again.

Mild panic fills my face as I try to think of something to say to him.

“He’s fine,” Brandon says. “I just reminded him of a consequence for a race he lost to me yesterday. He gets to wear a beautiful pink halter top and leggings set to training one day this week.”

My father guffaws with laughter, nearly spilling his orange juice as he hits the table with his hand. “That’s what you get for making a stupid bet, Devin.”

Great. Now I really will have to wear that. I’m never going to live it down. But I can’t really think about that as Brandon’s hand continues to work over my c0ck.

After another minute, Brandon still hasn’t let me cum and I’m about to lose my mind. Just then, Zak and Charlie enter the room. Although they have smiles plastered on their faces, there are dark circles under both of their eyes. Something is definitely keeping them up at night, but it doesn’t seem to be something good. Not like what kept me awake into the wee hours of the morning.

Zak and Charlie both look at our side of the table, making eye contact with Brandon. For a heartbeat, there is longing in all of their eyes. Then Brandon quickly turns to me. “Meet me in the conference room,” he whispers into my ear. To the rest of the table, he says, “Excuse me.”

Brandon stands and quickly exits the dining hall. I slowly count to ten and then excuse myself as well.

I hurry to the meeting room, my d!ck still throbbing for release. I open the door and Brandon grabs my arm, pulling me through. He quickly closes and locks the door, then pushes me up against it. He crushes my lips with a deep, hard k!ss, pulling my hand to the er3ction that is imprisoned in his pants.

He unzips his pants and pushes them and his underwear to the floor, letting his d!ck flop free. Putting pressure on my shoulders, Brandon pushes me down so that I am kneeling in front of him. He wraps his hand around his c0ck and pushes the back of my head toward it. “Svck it,” he demands and I happily comply.