Chapter 3

3

RYDER

H eat licked down my spine as I watched Tate’s eyes go heavy and her body relax as she let go. My wolf roared his approval, but I still looked to Dante for the next move. No matter what Dante had said or deals he’d made, he’d always be my alpha.

And right now, I knew he needed this as much as Tate did.

Tate was all fire, sass and grit until we closed the bedroom door. Then she became sweetly submissive, letting us own her body and trusting us to give her what she needed. We’d stumbled into this dynamic of our relationship when Dante and I had finally admitted we wanted each other as much as the siren between us, and it was like the final pieces of a puzzle slotting together.

Dante needed to be in control. Tate needed someone to take control. And me? I was whatever they needed at the moment. Sometimes Dante’s alpha drive made him crave to own us together, having us both on our knees and begging for him as he told us what to do. Other times we both commanded Tate, and then there were the very few moments when Dante let me take the reins. But this always happened behind closed doors… until now.

When Dante surrendered the Brooks Ridge pack, he also gave up the judgment that came with the mantle of Alpha. In our fucked up world where men dominated the population four-to-one, gay and bisexual relationships weren’t unheard of. But as an Alpha, it was expected that Dante would be the normalized version of that leader that our world assumed, and sharing a girl with your best friend wasn’t exactly a normal thing. Maybe people would’ve accepted it if I wasn’t his beta, but Dante had been clear from the start that while I was his second, I was no less important than he or Tate were.

I’d asked him when he’d made the decision if he regretted it. I’d long ago accepted that I’d sit on the public sidelines and only really join the people I loved in the shadows of the night, but Dante had grabbed my face and fiercely told me he was fucking relieved. That the price of being an Alpha wasn’t worth it if the cost was me.

Sometimes I wondered if we would’ve ever gotten past our shit and kissed if Tate hadn’t forced our hands, but I was thankful as fuck that she did. These two were the other halves of my soul, a thing that had been cleaved into three parts when we were born. I never felt that more than when the three of us were together like this.

“Ryd,” Dante said, his hands sliding up Tate’s thighs to grip her waist, “Tate has way too much clothing on for what we have planned next.”

I grinned, leaning in and kissing her neck as my fingers found the hem of her top and lifted it from her body. My eyes raked down her body, happy enough to see her perky tits straining against the pink lacy bra, but also checking for injuries since I hadn’t seen her in weeks.

Dante’s hands moved up her ribs, and I had a feeling his gaze was just as assessing as mine. When he seemed satisfied she was unharmed, his gaze flicked to mine and he gave a sharp nod.

Reaching behind Tate’s back, I flicked open the bra and tugged it away. I only had a small glimpse of her breasts before Dante’s palms covered them, squeezing roughly and dragging a moan from the back of her throat that made my cock jerk.

“Fuck, I’ve missed these, princess,” Dante murmured, pinching the tight peaks of her nipples as her back arched in offering. He sat up beneath her, dropping his hands to the mattress and swooping in to suck a perfectly pink bud between his lips.

Tate gasped, her head falling back in ecstasy and I didn’t hesitate to pull the other nipple between my lips, gently nibbling with my teeth as I felt Dante’s head brush against mine. Fingers clamped on the base of my neck, and my head was turned so Dante could kiss me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth like he owned it.

As fast as he’d started kissing me, Dante stopped and turned to kiss Tate just as savagely, his hand fisting in her long, dark hair to angle her head exactly as he wanted while he used the hand on my neck to push my head back to her tits.

I went without complaint, happily kissing, tonguing, and nipping my way from one breast to the other, loving the way her gasps came in ragged pants as her chest flushed.

My hand spanned across her flat stomach before my fingers delved into her leggings and pressed over the damp spot on her panties.

She wrenched her head free from Dante’s kiss with a cry, her hazel eyed gaze dropping to stare at me as I rubbed little circles over that wet patch.

Dante withdrew to lay back, watching me touch our girl with a smirk before looking at me. “I think we can do better than that.”

I lazily stroked Tate, feeling her body shudder under my touch. “Whatcha got in mind?”

Dante’s lips pressed together, and he tapped Tate’s ass with his palm. “Up, princess.”

I pulled away so she could get up, and Dante grabbed my hand, holding my fingers under his nose and inhaling her scent with an appreciative growl.

Tate’s legs wobbled a bit as she got off Dante and stood to the side of the bed, eyes wide as she waited for the next command.

Dante’s teeth sank into my fingers, and I yanked them back with a hiss. He winked at me before laying back on the bed, his hard length tenting his sweatpants and making my mouth water.

“Strip,” Dante ordered Tate, and she hurried to comply, kicking off her shoes and rolling her leggings down alongside with her underwear as Dante glanced at me, his gaze heating. “You, too, pretty boy.”

I huffed a laugh and hurried to shed my clothes until Tate and I stood across the bed from each other, naked, while Dante looked like a fucking king reclining between us and smiling at his concubines.

“On the bed, you two,” he ordered, and we moved as one, kneeling on either of his hips.

Dante reached out and slipped a hand between Tate’s thighs. A moment later, his fingers came up wet and glistening. He held them up to me, and I didn’t hesitate to lean forward and suck her taste off his skin, a groan rolling up my throat.

“Tastes fucking perfect,” I muttered. My gaze swept up to meet hers. “We’ve missed you, pretty girl.”

She blushed, her eyes bright in a way I wasn’t sure I’d see again after learning of her dad’s death. Luke had been more than a father to her, and he hadn’t balked when she’d told him about the three of us. He’d always been accepting, agreeing to anything that made Tate happy.

Fuck, I missed him, too.

“Tate,” Dante began, snagging her attention and mine. He jerked his head at me. “Why don’t you show Ryder how much you’ve missed him?”

She licked her lips, and my dick jerked toward her as she bent over Dante and sucked me into her warm mouth. I moaned as she didn’t take a second to even warm up, just took me all the way to the back of her throat and swallowed as my hands clenched uselessly at my sides.

Dante barked a laugh, and I could feel his gaze on me as she worked me into a frenzy, her fingers massaging my balls as she licked her way up my length like I was a lollipop. She hummed around me, and I cracked an eye open to see Dante’s fingers disappeared around her ass. The tendons and muscles of his arm flexed as he pumped his fingers into her, the wet sound echoing in the room.

She gasped around me, her nails digging into my thigh as she sucked harder, deeper. My hands tangled in her hair, my hips thrusting to fuck her face as my body lost control.

“That’s it,” Dante rumbled. “If you can get Ryd to come before you, princess, I’ll let you pick what happens next.”

She squeezed my balls and suckled the tip of me before licking up my slit. When her fingers pressed against my taint and she sucked me to the back of her throat, I was fucking done. My hips jerked as lightning shot down my spine, and I emptied myself into her mouth.

Dante chuckled, the sound full of want and need. “Don’t lose a single drop, Tate.”

Spent, I sank back on my knees, staring dumbfoundedly at the siren who always left me wrecked.

She pulled back and Dante sat up, grabbing her chin. “Let me see,” he demanded, and Tate obediently opened her mouth to show what was left of my release coating her tongue.

With an animalistic snarl, Dante crushed his mouth to hers, his tongue tangling with hers as they both consumed my essence.

My half-hard dick stirred, ready for more as my heart thudded in my chest, damn near to bursting because I was finally back with the two people who I loved the most.