The day goes by in a blur of phone calls and paper shuffling.  Everyone thinks that being the Alpha and Luna of a pack is all glamorous.  That we get to give orders and everyone else carries them out.  But the truth is, it’s more like being the CEO of a company.  We have to do a lot of networking in and out of the pack, completing paperwork, and understanding a little bit of every single job that happens in the pack.  It is mentally exhausting and by day’s end, I’m wiped.

 It isn’t until Brandon walks in, bare-chested and covered in sweat, that Zak and I realize that we have been on the phones to other packs for hours.  We’ve made good headway and have several prominent packs pledged to our side, but there are several hundred packs in America.  We’ve got a long way to go.

 Brandon leans against the door jam, arms crossed over his chest and the fabric of his shorts stretching over his thick, muscled thighs.  Goddess he looks like every girl’s wet dream.  Judging by Zak’s physical reaction and the lust radiating down the mate bond, he’s every guy’s wet dream as well.

 “Returning as ordered, Luna,” Brandon says, his seductive smile all for me.

 My mouth is literally salivating at the sweat slicked hard muscle of his chest and abs.  I want to lick the sweat from his body and taste the saltiness of him on my lips.  Instantly, the spicy scent of my arousal fills the air.

 “Good boy, Beta,” I say, slowly standing and walking to Brandon.  Just before I touch him, I reach my hand behind me, where I know Zak already is.  He grabs my hand and I pull him to me.  We then walk to Brandon.  The entire walk, I project images of what I want to do to Brandon through the mindlink.  I can see Brandon’s length harden and strain the fabric of his tight shorts.  Zak’s hand lets go of mine to massage and then smack my ass.  The scent of my arousal continues to build in the room.

 “Miss me?” Brandon asks, remaining against the door until we reach him.

 I bend my head to one of his nipples and lick the sweat from his chest.  His back arches a bit, but not a lot because Zak is holding him by the shoulders as he licks up his neck and to his ear.  Brandon lets out a soft groan.

 “So fucking much,” Zak says.

 “You have no idea,” I moan against his chest, my hand trailing down his abs before dipping into his shorts.

 I stroke his shaft a few times before pushing his shorts down.

 “No boxers?” I ask.  “Looks like you were waiting for something to happen.  Naughty, Beta.”

 He smiles at me as I run my hand up and down his shaft.  “I thought it would make things a bit easier for the help that you promised me earlier.”

 Cheeky.  I help him out of his shorts, shoes, and socks.  When I look up, I see the mouthwatering sight of both my male mates gloriously naked and kissing each other.  I quickly strip before kneeling down in front of them.

 Before either of them notice what I am doing, I bundle both of their manhoods into my hands and put them both in my mouth as far as I can.

 Their kiss abruptly stops as I hear “Fucking hell, Charlie!” and “Ho-ly shit!” from above me.  I smile inwardly as I bob my head up and down their lengths.  They are both leaking pre-cum and it mixes with saliva to form a sloppy lubrication on their shafts.  The wet noises coming from my mouth around their lengths is driving me wild.

 A hand on my head pushes me further onto them and they both groan as my mouth and throat contract around them.

 After a time, I pull off of them and stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.  Both of their eyes have darkened with lust.  I feel an almost primal sense of fear and anticipation at the looks on their faces.

 “Grab the lube,” Brandon says.

 Zak stalks to his desk and grabs a bottle from the drawer.  At the smirk on Brandon’s face, he responds, “What?  Charlie said that the cub scouts taught her to always be prepared.  It rubbed off.”

 I giggle at that.

 Turning to me, Brandon says, “Shower.”

 “Yes, sir,” I sass back.  This earns me a sharp smack on my ass, the feeling just on the good side of painful.

 “Don’t sass me, Beautiful, or I’ll make you regret it,” a fierce light appears in Brandon’s eyes.  I can see that he wants me to sass him.  He wants to punish me.  But I’m already ignited with desire.  I need my men inside of me.  So, I meekly apologize.

 “Better,” Brandon says, pulling my chin up and kissing me.

 I turn for the bathroom where Brandon saw Zak and I fucking just yesterday.  Zak reaches the door first and has the water turned on in the shower before we get there.  He walks over to us and kisses me fiercely, snatching some of my hair into his fist and pulling.  I moan into his mouth, almost drowning out the words that he says.

 “Who do you want to fuck you?” he says.

 “Both.”  I say, hair still in his grip, need coursing through me.  “I want both of you to fuck me.”

 Brandon steps up behind me and rubs his length over and between my asscheeks.  “One after the other or at the same time?”

 The feeling of the two of them touching me is all-consuming and I honestly have no idea what I’m saying.  I just want someone inside of me now.  “Same time!” I grit out.

 Zak picks me up under my ass and I immediately wrap my legs around his waist.  He rubs his length between the lips of my pussy and I moan loudly into his mouth as we kiss.  I feel Brandon’s hand underneath Zak.  He is rubbing lube on Zak’s shaft.  No foreplay this time it appears.  Straight to fucking.  Goody!

 Zak’s moan at both of our touches has my pussy clenching around emptiness as an orgasm rolls through me.  My nails bite into Zak’s shoulders and back.  My mouth calls out their names.  I have no time to recover from my orgsam as Brandon helps Zak line up with my entrance and Zak pounds into me.  

 “Oh!  My!  Goddess!” I scream.  I had forgotten to check if this room was soundproofed. Gotta remember to do that before we have sex in here again.

 Zak walks us into the shower, each step pushing him further into me and making me moan.  Once inside, he leans against the shower tile and begins pumping my body up and down.  Brandon follows us in, the bottle of lube in his hands.  Shielding my body from the spray of the shower, Brandon pours lube onto my asshole and his fingers.  He puts the lube next to the shampoo and rubs his finger over my hole.

 Meanwhile, Zak continues to pound into me, holding my asscheeks open to give Brandon easier access.  Brandon puts a finger in my ass, twirling and moving it.  The feeling isn’t all that foreign, as Zak and I have had anal sex before and Brandon and I did it last night.  But I’ve never had two men inside me at once and I’m excited to feel it.

 Brandon quickly finishes loosening me.  Again, he grabs the lube.  Shielding my ass from the spray again, he pours more lube on my ass and then on him.  Zak pauses his frantic thrusts to allow Brandon to enter me.

 The feeling of both pleasure and pain is exquisite and a scream out as he fills me slowly.

 “Oh, shit, Charlie.  Fuck, Brandon.  She just got tighter,” Zak says.  He is fighting himself from moving until I am ready, but I can tell that he is struggling.

 “Fucking hell!” Brandon hisses under his breath.

 I want to move, but I can’t, since I am literally being suspended up in mid air by Zak.

 “Fuck me.  Please!  FUCK ME!” I scream.

            Zak grabs my hips and Brandon grabs me around my waist and they start pumping inside of me.

            “Shit, Zak!  I can feel your cock move inside her!” Brandon cries. His grip is bruising and he moves one hand to my throat, squeezing slightly.  It feels amazing.

             “I know! It feels fucking amazing,” Zak sighs out.  “It makes her so tight!”

             All I can do is hold on to Zak’s shoulders as they pound me between them. And scream. I scream their names loudly, over and over. I’m not sure how the glass shower doors were still standing with how loud I was.

             “Brandon! Charlie!” Zak grunts out, biting into my shoulder.

              That one last bit of pain is enough to push me over and I cum around them. I clench down on them hard.

               “FUCK!  I’m cumming!” Zak screams.

               “Me too!” Brandon says.  I feel them orgasm inside of me and it pushes me over the edge one more time.

                Coming down from my high, I find myself clinging to Zak’s shoulder’s and Brandon’s body draped against me. We are all breathing heavily and the boys have their eyes closed. I put my hand on Brandon’s cheek to rouse him and plant small kisses on Zak’s temples.

           “Mmmm,” Zak says, tilting his head back, eyes still closed.  He returns my peck on his lip, but doesn’t move outside of that.

 “I second that,” Brandon says, slowly pulling out of me.  Zak follows his lead and sets me down on the tiles after pulling out.

 Brandon turns me around and hugs me, kissing the top of my head.  He then turns to Zak and does the same thing.

 “Let’s shower. I’m starving!” I say.

 Chuckling, Zak grabs a loofa and shower gel.  He begins to soap down my back while Brandon grabs the shampoo and begins washing my hair.  Goddess, I could get used to this.

 We repeat the process for all three of us before stepping out of the shower and redressing.  We then head downstairs to the dining hall.