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meant you could still see from room to room in places, and the stairs were bare plywood. He led his mates up them to the third story where their loft took up the entire floor.

“It’s done!” Jack Henry exclaimed.

It was hardly done. There was no door, no paint, no carpet, but the walls were up all the way around and the wide windows that opened onto the back of the property had glass in them. Across the otherwise bare floor, he’d laid out their mattresses.

“Got the sheetrock finished today. Figured we could start sleeping here, make it feel like home.”

Jack Henry enveloped him in a hug. “It feels exactly like home. This is just what I needed today, Saul. Thank you.”

“I didn’t have time to move everything over yet.”

“I see you moved the most important things,” Jasper teased, indicating the bottle of lube and box of condoms Saul had set next to the bed. “I don’t know about you-all, but I could use some bonding.”

“So much,” Jack Henry said as he tucked himself in harder against Saul. “Please remind me that sex isn’t only about making babies.”

Saul leaned down to kiss him, to give him what he asked for. As they clung to each other, he heard Jasper ask Elias, “You think saliva counts as fluid exchange? We’ve done plenty of kissing.”

“I haven’t,” Elias said. “At least, not with anyone other than Jack Henry.”

He sounded so forlorn about it that Saul released Jack Henry and grabbed Elias. He gave him an open-mouthed kiss—just one—and pulled back to see what Elias thought about it. Elias licked his lips, peering up at him uncertainly. Then he went up on his toes and yanked Saul’s head down to his.

Saul opened for him. It was different from kissing either Jack Henry or Jasper. With Jack Henry, Saul felt very alpha. With Jasper, he felt… not omega. Just not very alpha, like it was a relief to take off his alpha suit. Kissing Elias didn’t have either alpha or omega undertones. It was a purely physical act—the warm slide of silky tongues, the hot wash of shared breath. Elias’s cock grew hard against his thigh, and he ground his own into Elias’s stomach until Elias broke away from him with a gasp.

Jasper and Jack Henry had been watching them. “Are you two going to fuck?” Jasper asked.

“Seems like a good opportunity for fluid exchange,” Jack Henry suggested.

“Would you want me to fuck you?”

Saul would’ve said yes just for the sake of the bond, but he didn’t need to be magnanimous about it because yeah, actually, he did want Elias to fuck him. The more time he spent with Elias, the more he fell in love with him—not just as a packmate but as a person. Besides, he liked getting fucked. It would hardly be a sacrifice.

“If you want to.”

“Yeah, uh.” Elias ran his hand over Saul’s ass to give his right cheek a firm squeeze. “I really would. You’re just so sturdy, aren’t you?”

Jasper laughed. “See? That’s what I’ve always said. There’s a thrill in fucking someone as big as this guy.” Jasper surrounded them both with his arms. He planted a kiss on Elias’s cheek, then gave Saul a longer, deeper kiss before stepping back to leave them alone together.

“You two are hot,” Jack Henry said. “Put on a show for us.”

“There’s going to be more than spectating going on,” Jasper warned Jack Henry with a laugh. “So let’s get you naked, baby.” He stripped Jack Henry as Elias reclaimed Saul’s mouth.

“You really are fucking hot,” Elias murmured against his lips.

He was such a sucker for praise. His knees weakened as Elias undressed him, the same way Jasper was undressing Jack Henry, lavishing the flesh he uncovered with kisses. Saul tried to return it all—the affection, the stimulation. He tried to keep track of what Jack Henry and Jasper were up to too, but paying attention through the fog of his arousal turned out to be difficult.

Elias was so attentive. Saul had watched him fuck Jack Henry before, knew how carefully and thoroughly he did it, but it was something else to be the recipient of all that attention. Jasper fucked recklessly, making the act exuberant, wild, almost violent. Elias was thorough—scientifically exact—and his precision paid off.

He got Saul on his back, knees up and legs spread wide. Next to them, Jack Henry was in a similar position. Saul groped for Jack Henry’s hand, and Jack Henry gave him a sympathetic squeeze. Saul wanted