Being watched was a new experience to Hunter, and considering it was his rainbow, Hunter was in heaven. His canines lowered, and his eyes shifted as he rocked back and forth, using restraint to take this slow. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten Tristan.
Hunter’s cock grazed over Quinn’s hot spot, making his mate thrash under him. Quinn pulled at Hunter’s shoulders, seeming oblivious to anything and everything surrounding him. Quinn buried his face in the crook of Hunter’s neck, his blunt teeth biting into Hunter’s flesh.
Hunter hissed. The feeling of Quinn trying to bite him drove him wild. He pulled Quinn’s head back, hovering over his lips with his own, and then took his mate’s mouth with desired passion.
Tristan slid onto the coffee table, his own cock in his hand as he lazily stroked it, his eyes locked on the area where Hunter’s body connected to Quinn’s. “I think Tristan is enjoying this.” Hunter smiled at his rainbow.
Tristan’s eyes lowered, a spiderweb of color spanning across his face. Hunter turned his head and sniffed then licked Quinn’s neck. The need to bite him was fierce, but he managed to restrain the desire.
Quinn’s hand moved faster as his strokes became more uncoordinated. He was close. Hunter chanced it and sunk his teeth into Quinn’s neck. The scent of the dual arousal in the room drove him to his baser instincts.
Quinn bucked under him as he shouted. Hunter’s senses went nuts when he could smell his rainbow’s cum as well. He drove deeper, chasing that magical spell that the other two were under.
Hunter stiffened and threw his head back, crying out as his seed escaped his body and splashed Quinn’s inner, tight walls. His body jerked with tiny aftershocks as he rested his forehead on Quinn’s chest, hearing his mate’s erratically beating heart.
Tristan quietly left the room.
Hunter prayed his rainbow saw how good it could be and would be willing to let Hunter and Quinn show him soon. His wolf whined for his other mate, to hold him in his arms and show him what it was like to make love to his mates.
Quinn ran his hands over Hunter’s hair. “I think we made a good impression on him, you?”
“He came when you did. I think he got the point.” Hunter crossed his fingers that he was right as he kissed Quinn, slowly, tenderly.
His mate moaned as his legs lowered. Hunter hated to move. It felt too right to have Quinn underneath him.
He sighed as he moved, hoping that soon, all three would be in a bed and no one would have to move.
Chapter Five
Toby walked over to Tristan. He had heard from Sidney that Tristan needed friends, and who better than him and Jasper? The Alpha’s mates would help to ease the man into his new life in Pride Pack Valley.
“Hi.” He approached Tristan with bubbly exuberance. They were in Harold’s Deli, Tristan standing there with the hardware store owner, Hunter. Toby was warned not to comment on Tristan’s clothes, and he could see why.
Tristan had a large straw hat on with a large fake daisy on the front of it. His clothes looked like a train wreck. He wore a flower print shirt and hot pink shorts that stopped at his bony knees. Toby’s eyes wandered further down to see he had on argyle socks, and…sandals with cupcake designs? He looked like he woke up on the wrong side of the closet and dressed in the dark.
“Hi.” Hunter answered for Tristan, his body taking a protective step in front of Tristan. Toby wondered if they were mates, which meant that Quinn was possibly their mate as well.
“I like your outfit, Tristan.” Jasper chuckled. “It’s unique, like a rainbow on bad medication.”
“Jasper!” Toby pulled on Jasper’s sleeve when Hunter gave a low growl, but Jasper ignored him…as usual.
“I wasn’t making fun of you, Tristan. Okay…maybe I was. But if I didn’t like you, I’d ignore you.” Jasper chuckled.
What twisted logic was that? He and Jasper had been together for a few months now, but Toby still hadn’t figured the Timber wolf out. Toby wanted to crawl under a table. Sometimes Jasper spoke without thinking, and this was one of those times.
“In that case, I like your shirt as well, Jasper.” Tristan grinned. “It reminds me of those ink blocks shrinks show their patients.”
“Touché.” Jasper laughed. Toby growled, taking a step in front of his mate.
“Mine,” Toby snarled.
Jasper wrapped his arms around Toby’s shoulders, pulling his back close to his mate’s chest. “Isn’t he cute when he’s all Tarzan and shit.” Jasper kissed the side of his face. I’ll give Jasper Tarzan if he keeps flirting.
“Who?”