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very top where Saul planned to build the biggest bedframe anyone had ever seen.

“It’ll be like a treehouse,” Jasper said, following Saul’s eyes up to the loft that wasn’t much more than a platform now. “Our wooden love nest in the sky.” Then he snapped his fingers. “That’s it. That’s the name for our pack. The Treehouse Pack.”

Saul liked it. Now they would never forget how this all started.

JASPER

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Jasper felt funny sneaking in to grab the lube, like he was doing something he shouldn’t. Jack Henry and Elias were wrapped around each other on one of the mattresses. Neither of them stirred as he slipped over to Saul’s side of the bed where they kept the lube. Funny how they already had their sides. No matter what contortions they got up to while fucking, when they settled down to sleep, they always ended up with him and Jack Henry in the middle, Elias on Jack Henry’s side, and Saul on his side. Their positioning represented the state of their bond better than words could.

Sparring hadn’t helped as much as he’d hoped, at least not with the bond. Elias was a much better fighter, and the two of them were getting to know each other, were becoming friends. But the hole in the bond hadn’t filled in. Jasper was the pack leader, the fucking uber-alpha. It must be his fault they weren’t bonding properly.

He shook his head, releasing the thought. Right now he just wanted to fuck Saul—accept his sweet, undemanding devotion and give it back to him. Maybe they shouldn’t be having sex without their mates. Maybe doing so would only make things worse. But maybe Jasper deserved one fucking night off. One night to just be Jasper—a guy who loved his mate—instead of Jasper-the-uber-alpha.

Jack Henry’s omega pheromones got him hot like nothing else could, but lately he’d been more interested in fucking Saul, and he was almost sure it was because of the condoms Of course they needed to take their time deciding about children—if children were even a possibility—but a selfish part of him just wanted to release into a hot ass. There was something so… fuck. It was good, that was all. So it was a relief to bypass the condoms when he grabbed the lube. He snagged a blanket too, then led Saul into a corner of what would someday be their living room to spread it out.

Saul clung to him as they kissed, letting Jasper’s strength hold him up. Jasper loved being stronger than the big guy, loved the way Saul didn’t fight his strength. Fucking Saul was nothing like fucking an omega. His ass wasn’t as stretchy. Definitely wasn’t as wet. He couldn’t bend in the ways Jack Henry could, and he didn’t give off the sweet smell of slick. But Saul’s body had its own charms. The size and strength and shape of it, the muscles and hair and masculine scent. Jasper ate it up. And Saul had all of Jack Henry’s enthusiasm, maybe more. Jack Henry took Jasper’s cock like he was entitled to it. Saul took it like he was grateful for it.

“Want to suck me first?” Jasper asked him.

“Can I?”

“Of course.” Jasper undid his fly and eased his cock out past the sharp teeth of his zipper. He pushed on Saul’s shoulders, sending him to his knees. Saul leaned forward and inhaled, keeping his hands at his sides, waiting for what Jasper gave him. Jasper didn’t make him wait long. He tilted his cock down to trace it around Saul’s parted lips, dipping past them to get the head of his cock wet then withdrawing it again to smear Saul’s lips with his own saliva, making a soft and slick passage for him to fuck into.

“There’s my guy,” he said as he pressed forward, sliding all the way down Saul’s throat because Saul could deepthroat him easily now. Saul understood how to relax and let it happen. He wanted it to happen.

“Suck it good for me now.” He loved the hungry, slobbery way Saul ate him up, loved how Saul turned his soulful brown eyes up to him in worshipful communication. It wasn’t about being an alpha or an omega. It was about wanting to please your partner and doing whatever that took.

Jasper liked to think he gave a blowjob just as good as the ones he got, but his version had more teeth and less drool, less worship and more insistence.

“You’re going to make me come, big guy.” He