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They’d been looking for announcements on who’d gotten mated.

He immediately checked the locations to see if any had taken place near them.

Sure enough, both had.

Every wolf who attended was required to register, both beforehand, as a sort of RSVP, and upon arrival, and those lists were readily available in the system. Cross referencing who attended both was a task made infinitely easier by the computer system, which automatically flagged all the names of those who were under investigation. He had the system isolate them and compile them into a list that he also printed, labeled and added to the files.

It wasn’t a lot to go off of, but it was only day one. At least he could say that he’d hit the ground running.

Chapter Eleven

(Rusty)

“Everyone’s down and…oof!”

His mates pounced on him the moment he entered the bedroom, and not the fuzzy kind of pounce they did when they were in fur. This was a full-body naked tackling that involved his ass bouncing when he landed on the bed while Logan’s lips connected with his and Roark’s.

Fuck!

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what they’d been getting up to while he’d been reading the pups a bedtime story.

After Wild’s unexpected arrival outside the nursery window, there had been no point in trying to convince Wren to sleep in their own bed. The pup’s fear of losing any part of the new family they’d just found was as real as any monster under the bed in the mind of a child.

The solution had been easy enough, and they’d had another bed delivered as soon as the roads were cleared, this one square in design and low to the ground, allowing Wren to sleep in the place they’d designated as theirs, without having to leap up and down off a normal-sized one while they were in wolf form. Wren would use their room when they were ready and not one moment before. For now, it was enough for them to know that their room was there for them when they wanted to use it, and they did, to color and play and dress and draw, everything else but sleep.

It did make bedtime easy, though, and now Rusty reaped the benefits as his mate deepened the kiss and made him forget about bedtime rituals. Sliding his fingers through Logan’s hair, Rusty groaned, hips raising as Roark licked the underside of his cock. Rusty dragged his fingernails over Roark’s shoulder, digging them in when he hummed. Logan’s skin skimmed his nipple as they trailed over his chest and down, one catching the edge of a ticklish spot that made him buck and squirm.

Roark choked and pulled off, sputtering and smacking at his hip, while Logan chuckled and grinned down at him.

“I am going to make it my personal mission to find all of them now,” Logan threatened.

“Warn a guy next time, he ain’t exactly small,” Roark grumbled.

“Sorry about that,” Logan said and mussed up Roark’s already messy hair. “After the way you nearly sucked my eyeballs out of my skull earlier, I didn’t think you still had a gag reflex left.”

“You try deep throating all that and then come talk to me about gag reflexes.”

“Please tell me there will be an encore for those of us who had the misfortune of missing the matinée,” Rusty groaned.

“It was more like a warmup,” Logan insisted, “and we’ll get there after I have the opportunity to swap places with him for an up-close and personal view of the anaconda he was just complaining about.”

“Just want to put this out there for your benefit, Logan, since Roark figured it out a long time ago,” Rusty began. “I have absolutely no problem with being treated like a slab of meat as long as I wind up with at least one cock in me before the end of the night.”

“Heard and understood,” Logan said as he rubbed his head over Rusty’s chest before trailing kisses lower.

He took his time, tongue tracing along the edge of the trio of tigers tattooed along Rusty’s left side, a permanent reminder of the young trio that had pounced him, then used him as a pillow after he’d freed them from a shipping container. The moment he got to the tip of the tiger’s tail, Rusty started quivering with the effort to hold in his laughter.

“Hmm, okay, so both sides are definitely ticklish, especially here,” Logan muttered, warm breath ghosting against his skin before his tongue resumed its journey. “Mmm and right here too.”

Rusty sucked in a breath that whistled between clenched teeth as he fought to keep from laughing. Then Roark decided to get in on the fun and be an absolute shit, licking his inner thigh and revealing yet another ticklish spot.

“If I didn’t know any better,” Rusty said, shoving at his head while attempting to wiggle away only to discover that he couldn’t go anywhere with Logan half draped across him. “I’d think you two planned this.”

“Perhaps,” Roark replied before doing it again.

This time there was no holding back the laughter or squirming until Logan pinned his hips to the bed. His eyes roved up Rusty’s body, filled with molten lust as he flicked his tongue out, licked his upper lip, and smirked.

“He’s right, someone is seriously packing,” Logan remarked, leaning in to nuzzle his sack while Rusty watched, thoroughly enjoying the show. “This might be a challenge.”