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passion.
    Dietrich struggled to focus on the cock in his mouth. It wasn’t easy with Wolfram finger-fucking him, but he found help in the desire to taste his mate and the ingrained discipline of so many years of keeping control over his wolf. He wanted them all to experience this ecstasy, to feel the pleasure he did.
    A second finger joined the first inside him, while Dietrich licked and sucked at Fritz’s dick. At first, both Fritz and Wolfram kept their motions gentle. Wolfram prepared Dietrich’s body with almost excruciating slowness, while Fritz allowed Dietrich to do whatever he wanted, visibly restraining himself.
    When his wolf mate’s fingers rubbed his prostate, Dietrich growled, the gentleness no longer enough. He wanted to be fucked, and he wanted it now. Behind him, Wolfram let out a low chuckle.
    “Eager, aren’t we?”
    Dietrich would’ve been pissed, but he heard the strain in Wolfram’s voice and knew his mate wanted this just as much as he did. Wolfram’s fingers left Dietrich’s body, and a few seconds of pained anticipation followed. He waited until, at last, his wolf mate’s cock nudged at his entrance.
    Slowly, Wolfram pushed inside, the burn of the stretch both delicious and painful. Dietrich had seen Wolfram’s impressive cock.
    He might’ve doubted his ability to take it, but he knew they were mates. Their bodies, like their souls, were made for each other.

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    Fritz moved back, allowing Dietrich to focus on taking their mate inside him. Dietrich glared up at Fritz at being denied his prize, and their little silent conflict effectively distracted him from experiencing any pain.
    At last, Dietrich felt his mate’s balls flush against his ass. “Okay?”
    Wolfram asked.
    Dietrich just nodded. He didn’t think he could speak, and he had other, better, uses for his mouth anyway.
    Fritz didn’t make him wait any longer. He gave Dietrich what he wanted, pushing his cock into Dietrich’s mouth once again. The two men started a shallow rhythm, penetrating Dietrich from both sides, making him want to scream in both pleasure and frustration. He tightened his ass around Wolfram’s cock and growled a little around Fritz’s dick, letting them both know he wanted more. It wouldn’t take much to convince them, he knew. He could feel his mates’ heavy arousal, in the scents swirling around him, in the taste and fullness invading his body, threatening to break loose like a river barely being kept in check by a cracking dam.
    In a mere instant, the gentleness burst into something entirely different, a unleashing of instinct that wiped away any barrier Dietrich might have intended to keep. The pace increased, his mates thrusting into him harder, faster, deeper.
    Stars flashed into his vision when Wolfram’s cock hit his special spot. He tried to thrust back against it and keep sucking on the cock in his mouth. Wolfram’s hold on his hip tightened to the extent of pain, but it only complimented the pleasure he felt. Dietrich had been correct in one thing. When Wolfram lost control, he was a volcano of passion. Not that Fritz disappointed in any way. In fact, if he didn’t know better, Dietrich would have thought their human was a spirit wolf. He kept the rhythm with Wolfram at a speed that shouldn’t have been possible for a normal person. Dietrich knew his jaw and ass would both hurt like hell, and he didn’t mind at all.

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    Soon, the world diminished completely into a universe of sensation. Being possessed, branded by his mates, went beyond the carnal and into the spiritual. Already, Dietrich could feel the bond between them strengthen. Wolfram’s energies flowed through him and into Fritz. Dietrich’s own wolf reveled in it, in being granted the most precious gift at all, that of his mates.
    There was one more thing missing, one last thing he needed. The image of Wolfram biting him flashed through his mind yet again, and this time, it found