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the chance to service him. Even as he spoke, his fingers unerringly went to some of his most
vulnerable points, stroking over his clothing. The material rubbed his sensitized skin. He knew
all his pleasure points already. His piercing. The vein near the head of his cock. The skin
between his balls.
I bet if I tied you down and used some feathers, you d scream. he brushed against his
thighs, and he drew up in agony/pleasure. God, the ideas he could put into his head!
What -- A male voice intruded on the growing haze of sex and laughter Ben was covering
him with.
Three of them. The two huge male betas and tiny Jane stared at them.
We heard these weird strangling noises.
Christ. He tried to pull himself together, but Ben was too good at provoking the helpless
laughter, even in front of witnesses.
You re tickling him.
He s laughing. The voice sounded awed.
Stop! Oh, damn it, Ben. That was evil! He squirmed under his hands.
He needs a little more laughing. Pile on! Ben offered, him voice a devilish invitation.
Noooo. Jonathan remembered the heat and the laughter from the old pack, the crazed
almost-foreplay they would create together. The tickles that turned to nips and then panting,
breathless collapse. But his pack wouldn t. They d watch while their alpha turned into a
whimpering, laughing mush under their careful gaze. And he couldn t stop it. Couldn t stop Ben.
Oh my God.
Hesitatingly, Skippy bent over, his huge hands closing over Ben. Fuck, no. No beta was
going to paw -- Ben twisted and somehow Skippy was sprawled over Jonathan, with an oomph
of surprised laughter.
And then the rest of them were entwined together, no one sure where arms and legs went or
who was tormenting who, but in one sweaty, laughing mass that demanded more touch, more
laughter.
The pack that laughs together and gets hot together stays together.
Ben s thought slid into his mind right before his hand cunningly slid against his stiffened
cock, under cover of some other humping body.
He was a millimeter from losing control and coming all over everyone.
No. He couldn t allow that.
This is not a fantasy of mine, Jonathan growled. Everyone get up. And out. You weren t
invited.
The laughter stopped. Slowly they all stood. Jonathan glared and the others dropped their
heads obediently.
But he could still feel a bubble of merriment in the room. Ben winked at the rest of them,
deliberately shifting his shirt down from where it gaped. Then he smacked Jonathan s butt.
He s very, very ticklish. It s a terrible weakness of Jonathan s.
Mmmm. Skippy didn t quite agree, but his eyes twinkled.
Twinkled. Jonathan scowled. Things were going to be hellishly difficult to put back in the
old order. Out!
Sure, boss.
Whatever you say, boss. But he heard a trace of laughter still.
Ben got on his knees as they filed out and smiled sweetly at Jonathan. Now all we need to
do is be nice to them some more, pay them a bit of attention and socialize them some more, and
this pack will be fine. They ll be eating out of our hands.
Ben, I wanted to be eating you by now. Instead we had a little slap and tickle with a bunch
of other weres and I m horny as hell. And frustrated to boot.
Horny even though it wasn t a fantasy of yours?
Damn it, Ben!
But that bit of fun was good for all of us. Don t pout. Shall we go into the bedroom, then? I
promise to make it up to you. he kissed him slowly before he let his canines sink deep into his
lower lip.
He gave a low hum of pleasure.
I promise to make you want me more and more, Jonathan. Nobody else.
So. Ben drew the leather thong in his hair off and shook the tendrils free.
He was back. Back in his room -- their room. He didn t mind the ridiculously dudeish
clutter. He was claiming his territory in a human way, just as he d marked him, were-fashion,
much more primitively. He rejoiced because somewhere deep down, he hadn t believed he
would return after being with his family s pack.
So? He still didn t believe it. He could sense danger in his overly casual pose and
narrowed eyes. That little interlude outside with the rest of the pack had been just that. But
whatever he d wanted from it hadn t satisfied him.
His next question almost echoed his own thoughts.
What do you want from me really?
Want? What the hell kind of question was that? He wanted his mate. He wanted to fuck
him and laugh with him and be with him. What was complicated about that?
Jonathan moved toward him. Whatever was going on, he wasn t going to let him run. Just
you. I thought I d made that clear enough.
No. We re playing games and not going anywhere. Do you think I m just going to maybe
... oh, smack you a few times, make you lie down and we screw? Ben looked over at the neatly
made up bed. Jonathan felt the familiar first prickles of excitement run down his spine as he
looked over to the bed, too. They d gone insane in that spot a few hours ago but there was no
evidence left of what they d done. The pack had tidied up after them.
The faintest lingering odor of sex tickled Jonathan s nose, just enough to tug at him but not
enough to overwhelm.
I don t know what you mean. He didn t have to admit that hearing Ben s suggestion made
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