Deaton had called Liam a Soul Alpha, something even rarer and more unheard of than a True Alpha, and though Scott had pouted, in the end there was nothing he could do. Liam had his own pack now, with Theo, and, as soon as they found out, Mason and Corey as well.
The puppy pack, Theo called them, and Liam had rolled his eyes, but secretly he liked the name. They were their own pack, and though they were still friends and allies with Scott and his pack, it was nice to have something to call their own.
Theo had moved in with him that same day with only minimal grumbling. His mother had taken one look at the bedroll in the back of Theo's truck and agreed. They set him up in the spare room officially, but she turned a blind eye to the amount of times Theo snuck out of Liam's room first thing in the morning.
For a few months, at least, it was peaceful. Until it wasn't, and there were hunters at every turn, threatening them and the pack. It pissed Liam off, especially with the way the boys in the lacrosse team needled at him, but he could deal with it.
But then Scott called him, telling him that the hunters were chasing Brett.
"Theo, we have to go, now," Liam snarled, his wolf roiling beneath his skin, urgency making him clumsy as he pulled on clothes and shoes.
"What is it?" Theo asked, dressing just as quickly and throwing Liam his jacket.
"Brett, hunted," was all Liam managed to say past the fangs sliding out of his mouth.
"Liam, you need to calm down," Theo said, looking worried, flinching back as Liam turned his blazing red eyes on him.
He blinked, looking away and taking a shaky breath.
"We don't have much time," he whispered.
"Who even is Brett?" Theo asked, following him outside and to his truck.
"A friend," Liam said.
They both stilled as they heard an unearthly howl reverberating through the air.
"What the fuck was that?" Theo asked.
Liam said nothing, climbing into the truck and twisting away from the nips at his calves, the presence urging him to run, to hurry, to go go go or something important would be lost. The Night Wolf had not steered him wrong last time, and Liam wasn't willing to ignore him now.
"Theo," Liam cried desperately.
He jumped into the truck and started at it, the pained expression on his face making Liam wonder if he could feel it as well.
"Hurry," he whispered, his claws digging into his thighs as he tried to not just leap out of the truck and run on all fours.
They reached the preserve in record time, somehow not seeing a single other car on the road. They bolted as soon as the car stopped moving, Theo following as Liam let his wolf free, zeroing in on Brett's scent and loping after it.
"I can smell his blood," Liam snarled, control hanging by a thread. He increased his speed, Theo struggling to keep up with him.
They skidded into the clearing where Scott, Malia and Lori waited.
"Where is he?" Liam asked, eyes blazing.
Lori pointed at the arrow. "He set this trap, but we lost his scent."
"How can you have lost it?" Liam asked, tilting his head to the side as he breathed deeply. "It's so strong."
"I can't smell it at all and I'm his sister," she said, frowning at him. "You can still smell him?"
Liam looked down at a small pile of rocks, where the scent was strongest. "He made this," he said, circling it.
Lori gasped. "I know where he's going. The tunnels!"
He didn't wait to see if the others followed. He knew that Theo would be no more than half a step behind him and that was all he needed.
The scent lead him directly to a manhole and he chucked the lid to the side, dropping down into the tunnel. Liam glanced down at the puddles of black that littered the floor, leading away from them.
Theo examined them, crouching down to get a closer look. "He's been poisoned."
Liam roared his fury, letting Brett know that he was coming.
"That was stupid," he heard Malia mutter. "Now the hunters know we're here."
"Who cares?" Lori said, dropping down to stand beside Liam. "Find him," she begged.
Liam left the others far behind, his speed and strength and the scent so clear in his nose leading him directly through the tunnels. Normally, he couldn't navigate these tunnels to save his life, but he followed the scent confidently, trusting in his wolf to get him to where he needed to be.
He paused as he heard voices, instantly recognising them; Gerard and Monroe. He heard them placing a trap, Gerard talking all the while about Scott and how naive he was, how he would rush headfirst into danger for his friends. The voices drifted away, and Liam narrowed his eyes. Clearly, it had not yet gotten around about his own Alpha status. They had a trump card.
As soon as Liam stepped into the room, he knew Brett was there somewhere.
"Brett," he whispered.
"Up here," Brett whimpered. Liam's head shot up to where Brett was hanging precariously between two pipes.
"Jump down, I've got you," Liam said.
Liam caught up him, helping to stand as his eyes swept his body for injuries, taking his pain without even thinking about it.
"Liam, I'm fine," Brett said weakly.
"You're not," Liam scowled. "But you will be." He turned to the left, where he could feel the Night Wolf's presence. "Where do I take him?"
The clearing, it rumbled.
Liam nodded. Looking back at Brett. "Come on," he said.
"You shouldn't have come," Brett said, staggering alongside him, arm wrapped around Liam's shoulders as he supported him. "Dumbass."
"If ever there was a time to not argue with me," Liam snapped. "It's right now, Brett. You're hurt and we're not out of danger just yet. Those bastards were planning something.
They lapsed into silence, Liam's wolf close to the surface, every sense on high alert as they rounded several bends, heading back the way they had come in. He heard Theo and the others long before he saw them.
"Relax," he heard Theo back. "Liam's fine. He'll be back soon."
"What if something happened?" Scott said anxiously.
"Then I would howl, obviously," Liam said, rolling his eyes as Theo rushed forwards to help him with Brett. Lori was there as well, running her hands over Brett's face as she checked him over.
"Liam," Scott said, relief clear in his eyes. "Thank god you're okay."
"I'm fine," Liam nodded. He helped prop Brett up against a wall and then approached the other Alpha. "I have to get Brett to safety so that he can heal. Monroe and Gerard have set up some kind of trap in the tunnels. I'd suggest bailing. We have what we came for."
"He's right," Malia said. "We should get out of here."
"Alright," Scott said, nodding slowly. "I'll call all the others, let them know to stay out of the tunnels and keep an eye out."
"We'll meet tomorrow to discuss what to do next," Liam said. Scott smiled at him, eyes shimmering with sadness, and nodded, turning to leave with Malia in tow.
Liam walked back to the other three. "We have to get him to the woods," Liam informed them quietly.
"Why?" Lori demanded.
"Because the Night Wolf said so," Liam sighed.
"The Night Wolf?" Brett asked, eyes wide.
"Yep," Liam said. "For some reason he's taken a pretty big interest in my life. And when he says jump, I say yes sir."
"Can't argue with that logic," Brett said, lips quirking at the edges in a pained smile.
"He hasn't been wrong so far," Theo said, smiling softly at Liam, hand rubbing over his claiming mark on his neck.
"Exactly," Liam nodded. "Lori, if you want you can come too. You'll just have to wait in Theo's car."
"I'm not letting him out of my sight," Lori said firmly.
Liam huffed a laugh, helping Brett to lean on him again. "Somehow, I think you'll change your mind."
Theo led the way back out of the tunnels and to his car, with Lori and Liam helping Brett along. He was growing weaker, the poison crawling through his system.
Liam climbed into the backseat of Theo's truck, holding Brett against his chest. "Hurry," he whispered.
He carded his fingers through Brett's hair, soothing him. His heart rate slowed and Liam gasped at the amount of pain he was pulling from the other boy's body.
"Let me take some," Lori said quietly from the passenger seat. Liam nodded, and she reached over, taking Brett's hand, pulling his pain into her body as Liam rested. All Liam could smell was blood and poison, and his panic started to rise. What if they weren't in time?
"Liam, you're gonna need to direct me," Theo said once they reached the edge of the preserve.
"Follow the wolf," Liam said pointing into the trees. Theo and Lori glanced over, gasping at the sight of the enormous shimmering black wolf.
Theo followed him as best he could until the trees grew too close together. He helped Liam to pull Brett from the car, the boy teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.
"Stay here," Liam said quietly to Lori.
"But-" She said.
"Lori," he growled, flashing his eyes. She dropped her gaze, baring her throat in submission. Liam sighed. "I know he's your brother, but this isn't something that you can see."
"Ok," she whispered.
Liam felt guilty, but turned his attention back to Brett, worried by how laboured his breathing was becoming.
"We need to hurry," Theo said, looking down at Brett in concern.
Brett was too far gone to support his weight, but between the two of them they managed to carry him easily through the woods. Liam led them easily to the clearing that he remembered.
"Hold him for a second," Liam said. Theo did so, watching with a frown as Liam shucked his shoes and clothes as quickly as possible. "Quickly," Liam said, taking Brett from Theo. "Strip."
"Why?" Theo asked, though he was already complying.
"You'll understand when you step in there," Liam said. He held onto Brett with one arm as he awkwardly tore off his shirt with the other. "Help me with his pants."
Once all three of them were naked, Liam took a deep breath at the edge of the clearing, trying to calm his racing heart. He turned to look at Theo. "Whatever happens in here, I want you to know that I love you."
"I love you too," Theo said quietly. They smiled at each other, sharing a moment, and then they stepped inside.
Liam fought against the weight pushing down on his shoulders to gently place Brett down in the middle of the clearing. Only then, did he kneel, gasping for breath, Theo fell onto his knees on Brett's other side, and they glanced at each other, reaching over to clasp their hands together.
Soul Alpha, the Night Wolf said, regarding him where he sat just inside the clearing, legs crossed. He was in his human form, his eyes glittering with alien emotion.
"Night Wolf," Liam said, dipping his head respectfully.
Mated One, it said, looking at Theo.
Theo dropped his head, trembling. The Night Wolf nodded, looking back at Liam.
You wish to add the Bright One to your pack, he said, indicating Brett lying face-up between them.
"Yes," Liam nodded. "I saved him as you bid."
You needed the Bright One, he said with a dismissive shrug. He stood, slowly approaching Brett, running a hand through his hair with an air of curiousity. He sneered as he examined the wound in Brett's side, hand twisting through the air as he siphoned out the poison and threw the ball of it from the clearing. A long finger threaded the skin back together, the mark glowing silver.
Satisfied, he turned to look at Theo. He moved to crouch in front of him, angling his head up so that he could gaze into Theo's eyes.
You are troubled, he said.
"It's nothing," Theo said, averting his gaze.
The Trinity must be whole if it is to survive, the Night Wolf growled.
Theo glanced back at him, startled. The Night Wolf waited, his gaze penetrating into his soul. "I have nightmares, from my time in Hell. My sister takes back her heart," he admitted, shame colouring his voice.
Liam frowned from where he watched. Theo had never said anything.
The Night Wolf shoved Theo onto his back, teeth bared, silver claws digging into his chest around his heart.
Wight, begone from this place. He commanded, the air swirling around him as his eyes glowed electric blue. Theo cried out, writhing as black smoke poured from his mouth.
The Night Wolf caught the smoke in his mouth, tearing it asunder with a snarl. When he retreated from Theo, Liam saw the black dripping from his powerful jaws.
"Thank you," he said, just before the Night Wolf vanished. He looked back at him, eyes holding weight.
Care for your packmates, he instructed, and then he was gone.
The presence lifted, and Liam scrambled over to Theo, who was examining the glowing silver claw marks on his chest. "I guess I got a mark as well," he said ruefully.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Liam asked, brushing his fingers over the marks on Theo's chest.
"I thought I could handle it," Theo admitted.
"You don't have to handle things on your own anymore," Liam said, taking his hand. "We share our burdens."
"You don't want my burdens," Theo whispered.
"I want everything," Liam said firmly. Theo's eyes searched his face, but he said nothing, tension clear in his shoulders as he sat up. "Theo," Liam said, feeling his heart ache."I chose you, all of you. The good and the bad."
"I know," Theo said, his expression pained, "but I don't deserve you."
"It's not about deserve," Liam snapped.
"Then what is it about?" Theo asked, tilting his head.
Liam brought Theo's hand up to his chest to where his soulmark glowed a faint blue. "It's about love," Liam said quietly. "It's about need and want and desire. It's about standing by each other no matter what. It's about kindness and strength and leaning on each other through the hard times. I am yours."
"As you are mine," Theo finished, swallowing past the lump in his throat.
"You accepted me," Liam said gently. "Did you not realise that I accepted you too?"
Theo's face crumpled and Liam pulled him close, soothing hands stroking down his back as Theo cried into his chest.
Eventually, the storm passed, and Theo pulled back, panting slightly as Liam tenderly brushed the tears from his cheeks.
"How do you feel?" He asked quietly.
"Open," Theo said, frowning. "Does that make sense?"
Liam thought of how he felt after one of his episodes, after all of his rage was spent and there was nothing else left, just a huge wound in his chest gaping wide.
"Yeah," he muttered. "It does."
Liam looked down at Brett. The pained expression was gone from his face and he looked peaceful, his eyes closed.
"Should we wake him?" Theo asked.
He leaned over Brett to examine the glowing scar on his side. Running a fingertip down it, he smiled as Brett shivered. "No need," Liam smirked. "He's already awake."
"I didn't want to interrupt," Brett sighed, opening his eyes to look up at him. Liam scoffed. "What? It was touching, very sentimental. It would have been rude."
"Since when have you cared about being rude?" Liam asked curiously.
"Since you just saved my life," Brett returned, pulling himself up on his elbows as he peered down at his side. "What's with the glowing?"
"It's a soulmark," Theo said. "We have them as well."
"Huh," Brett said. "Well, that's a thing, I guess." He looked at their soulmarks and then up at Liam. "Does that mean I'm your soulmate?"
"Looks that way," Liam shrugged.
"And him too?" Brett asked, eyes flicking to Theo and back.
"The Night Wolf called us The Trinity," Liam nodded.
"The Night Wolf is a legend," Brett frowned.
"Looked pretty real to me," Theo muttered, rubbing at his chest.
"He's real," Liam agreed.
"And he wants the three of us to get together?" Brett drawled, lips upturned in a smirk. "Kinky."
"Are you kinkshaming the Night Wolf?" Theo asked, bemused.
A low growl pierced the air, and the three of them looked around nervously.
"Nope," Brett squeaked. They waited, but the presence was gone. "So, what happens now?" Brett asked. His silver eyes bore into Liam, and he understood now why the Night Wolf had called him Bright One. There was something in his eyes, something about him that lit up the air, a luminosity to his skin that made your eyes cling.
"You have to decide if this is a thing you want," Liam said seriously.
"But, if we're soul fated-" Brett began, but Liam cut him off.
"I don't care Brett, you get a choice in this. You'll be mated to us, you'll be in my pack, I'll be your Alpha. It's a big deal," Liam said.
Liam rose to his feet slowly, one hand reaching down to each of his boys. He helped them up and they stood in a circle, all looking at each other.
"You're really ok with this?" Brett asked Theo. "Sharing him?"
"You wanna argue with the Night Wolf?" Theo said.
"That's not an answer," Brett pointed out.
"I don't know, yet," Theo said with a frustrated growl. "I don't even know you."
"We can figure it out later," Liam said. "Come on. Lori's waiting in the car, she'll want to know that you're alright, Brett."
Brett nodded, stepping out of the clearing and wrinkling up his nose as he gathered up his filthy clothes.
"I have spares, in the truck," Theo offered. Brett gazed at him, eyes weighing, before nodding slowly.
"Thanks," he said quietly.
Liam released a breath he hadn't even known he was holding when some of the tension finally dissipated. Maybe this could work after all.
None of them bothered with their shirts or jackets. They were all covered in poison and blood, definitely beyond repair. Liam thought his jeans were probably salvageable if he washed them a few times, so he pulled them on. Theo's sweats were probably alright as well.
They hurried back to Theo's truck, finding Lori dozing in the passenger seat. Theo chucked an old pair of sweatpants to Brett, who pulled them on with a grateful smile.
Brett walked around the car, opening the door and waking his sister.
"Hey," he said gently.
"Oh my god," she shrieked, surging forward into his arms. "You're okay."
"Looks that way," Brett agreed, pulling back to look down at her with fond eyes.
"What happened?" Lori asked, hand trailing down his chest as she examined his scar.
"The Night Wolf apparently," Brett shrugged, leaning against the open door.
Lori whirled her head around to look at Liam as he climbed into the backseat of the car. "That was the Night Wolf?"
"Wait, you saw it too?" Brett complained. "Why did everyone see it but me?"
She ignored him, looking at Liam. "Yeah," Liam said.
"And it gave Brett a soulmark too?" She pressed, glancing between Liam and Theo's chests.
"You ask a lot of questions that have obvious answers," Theo grumbled as he got into the driver's seat. She glared at him, but Brett laughed.
"He's got a point," he smirked.
"Can you get in the car so we can go home, please?" Theo asked. "It's like, four in the morning."
"Home?" Lori asked.
"Liam's place," Theo said with a sigh, starting the truck as Brett closed Lori's door and then opened the back door, climbing inside. "Buckle up, kids."
The drive was spent in contemplative silence. Liam stared out the window, eyelids drooping as he struggled to stay awake now that all of the adrenaline had worn off. When they got to his house, Liam dragged his feet, moving lethargically as he tidied up the spare room for Lori. Thankfully, most of Theo's stuff was in his room so it didn't take long.
"Good night," he said tiredly as he stood at the door.
"Wait," she hissed. "Where's Brett sleeping?"
"Where do you think?" Liam said, raising an eyebrow at her.
"He nearly died," she growled quietly.
"Exactly why he's not leaving my sight for at least a week," Liam grumbled as he shut the door firmly in her face.
He walked into his room, finding Theo sitting on his bed in his boxers, hair damp. "Brett's in the shower," he said, the dark circles under his eyes making him look exhausted.
"No problem," Liam sighed, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips.
"You know I don't mind," Theo said against his lips.
"Hmm?" Liam asked.
"Brett joining us. I don't know him, but somehow-" he trailed off, looking thoughtful. Liam pulled away, looking down at him, waiting for him to find the right words. "I don't know, it feels right."
"You can get to know him, before anything happens," Liam said quietly.
"You need to claim him though," Theo pointed out. "He needs you to."
"That doesn't mean that you two need to be involved," Liam said. Theo smiled, shaking his head.
"I know, but well, I mean he's very attractive," Theo grinned tiredly.
"He is," Liam agreed. He kissed Theo again, smoothing a hand through his hair. "Go to sleep, love. I'll wait up for him."
"Kay," Theo mumbled with a smile, crawling under the covers, asleep before his head even hit the pillow. Liam watched him for a moment before walking over to the bathroom.
He knocked. "Can I come in?" He asked in a hushed voice.
"Yeah," Brett replied.
Liam opened the door, closing it carefully behind him. He walked over to the basin, filling it with warm water.
"You okay?" Liam asked, glancing at Brett through the steamy reflection of the mirror.
"I'll live," Brett sniggered.
Liam rolled his eyes, grabbing a wash cloth and cleaning his arms, chest and face. He was far too tired to be bothered with a shower.
He stared down at the murky water, pulling out the plug, trying to swallow down a bone-weary sigh. What would have happened to Brett if the Night Wolf hadn't woken him? If he hadn't been an Alpha? If he hadn't been fast enough?
The what-ifs choked him, doubt swirling around him like a heavy cloak, making him shake, until suddenly he was pulled back against a damp chest.
"Hey, hey,' Brett said soothingly. "It's alright, Liam. I'm fine, I swear."
Liam leaned back into him, taking a deep breath and letting the other wolf's heat and scent bring him back to the present.
"Thanks," he whispered hoarsely.
"Anytime," Brett muttered, pressing a kiss to the side of his head absentmindedly, drifting away to grab a towel and dry off. Liam watched him, eyes tracing down Brett's skin.
He had never let himself look, when he and Brett had been on the same lacrosse team at Devenford Prep. Back then, he had not been ready to acknowledge that maybe he was not all that straight after all, and Brett had been untouchable, an ice prince who protected himself with his sharp wit. Liam hadn't been willing to risk getting hurt.
But there had always been something between them, a charged silence, a lingering touch, a heated look, something that neither of them had ever put voice to or acknowledged. The promise of someday had been shattered by Liam's episode, but since Liam had become a werewolf as well they had slowly started rebuilding the trust between them.
"You're staring," Brett said. Liam looked up, startled by the heat in Brett's eyes. "You used to do that a lot," he said, moving closer and caging Liam in against the basin, echoing Liam's thoughts. "You were sneaky about it, but I could always smell how interested you were."
Liam blushed. He hadn't really considered the fact that because Brett was a werewolf and would have been able to smell his chemo-signals.
"Lust and guilt," Brett mysed. "You wanted me but you felt bad about it. That's why I never approached you."
"Really?" Liam frowned.
"I wasn't about to force a kid out of the closet," Brett shrugged.
"But you were interested?" Liam asked tentatively.
Brett looked down at Liam, eyes heated, trailing over his arms and the hair that covered his chest.
"Oh yeah," Brett breathed. "I was interested."
He leaned down, giving Liam plenty of time to move away. Liam surged up to meet him, reaching up to grip his shoulders as their lips crashed together.
Liam moaned, and Brett swallowed the sound eagerly, tongue pressing into his mouth and tasting him. His head swam when he finally pulled away to suck in a breath.
"Wow," Brett said, eyes wide and lips kiss-bruised as he stared down at Liam. The boy brought up a hand to brush over his lips, feeling how tender they were. He nodded dumbly. Even back then, he'd known that kissing Brett would be like this, wild and all-encompassing.
"Claim me," Brett said, kissing up his neck and whispering hotly in his ear.
"You were hurt," Liam gasped as Brett attacked his neck, kissing and biting, his teeth scraping over Liam's pulse.
"I'm fine," Brett purred.
"You should rest," Liam whimpered. Brett sucked on his neck, leaving a dark bruise. Liam felt his knees growing weak.
"I'm not tired," Brett said, smiling against his neck, pressing his naked body against Liam and rubbing against him. Liam felt the evidence of his arousal, could smell it swirling through the air around them, making him dizzy.
"Brett," he groaned, fingers tightening on his shoulders, his claws slipping out and pricking the skin.
"Please," Brett whispered, desperate now, turning his neck to the side. "Liam please."
He couldn't help but lean in, his nose sliding along the exposed skin, scenting the other wolf, filling his lungs with Brett's unique scent. His mouth watered as he pressed his lips to Brett's pulse, feeling it fluttering wildly beneath the skin.
Liam flipped him around, his hands slipping from Brett's shoulders to around his waist, holding him close, Brett leaning back against his chest.
His eyes glowed red as he met Brett's gaze in the reflection of the mirror.
"Last chance," Liam warned.
"God Liam, please," Brett wriggled back against him, eyes wild, "do it now."
"Hands on the counter," Liam said firmly, "and spread your legs."
Brett obeyed immediately, and Liam stepped back, red eyes flicking down Brett's naked back appreciatively. He opened one of the drawers, pulling out some lube and wetting his fingers. Brett whined as he circled his entrance with one slick digit, teasing him.
He clicked his tongue disapprovingly as Brett tried to press back against it, and the other boy froze. Liam smiled as he slowly inserted his finger, sliding it in and out.
"Liam," Brett pleaded. Liam watched him in the mirror, enjoying the way his name looked on Brett's lips.
He added a second finger, his gaze never leaving Brett's, watching every minute emotion flick across his expressive face. The pleasure, the frustration, the desperation, the need.
The third finger made Brett's head fall back, eyes fluttering closed, mouth open. His fingers dug into the counter, turning white. Liam finally allowed his eyes to drop, watching the enchanting sight of his fingers pressing inside of Brett's body.
He pulled his fingers out and Brett whined. Liam stepped back, waiting, a smirk on his lips as he watched Brett in the mirror, one hand lazily stroking over his cock. Brett bit his lip, eyes burning into his and Liam raised a challenging eyebrow. Part of him was enjoying this, holding this power over the other wolf. Brett had always pushed him from day one, and Liam wanted to needle at him, to see if he would actually accept his leadership.
Brett growled his frustration, and Liam's smirk widened.
"Something you want, Brett?" He grinned.
"Are you really going to make me ask?" Brett scowled.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna make you ask," he drawled.
Brett's shoulders tensed, but then slumped as he sighed, ducking his face to hide his expression. Liam waited, biting back a laugh, eyes twinkling, thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Claim me," he whispered.
Liam hummed, stepping closer. "I didn't catch that."
"Don't," Brett pleaded.
"Go on," Liam said gently. "You need to say it, and I need to hear it."
Brett took a shaky breath, finally looking back up to meet Liam's gaze. "I'm yours," he said, his expression vulnerable, his lower lip trembling. "I want you to claim me so everyone knows it."
"Good boy," Liam said, stepping closer to press a kiss to Brett's heated skin, leaving a trail of soft kisses along his shoulder and up his neck. Brett leaned into the contact and Liam wrapped his arms around him, hands exploring the hard muscles of his chest and stomach.
"I don't want you to be gentle," Brett said, eyes darkening. Liam looked up as he sucked a mark against Brett's neck, watching it bruise with a satisfied smile.
"Oh, I wasn't planning on it," he smirked.
He pulled away, pressing firmly on the centre of Brett's back, bending him over the sink. Liam admired the view as he uncapped the lube again, spreading the liquid over his throbbing erection and then chucking the bottle back into the drawer.
"Keep it down," Liam demanded. "I don't want you waking anyone up." He didn't give Brett time to respond, lining himself up and then plunging inside. Brett groaned quietly, turning his head into his arm and biting down to muffle the moans of pleasure slipping from his lips as Liam set a punishing pace, hips snapping with every thrust, pressing Brett into the counter.
Liam could feel Brett's heartbeat hammering beneath his hand that still held the other boy down. He was alive, he hadn't lost him, and the desperate relief he felt made his wolf howl in his chest with every thrust. It was hard and fast and just exactly what they both needed. Liam pressed in closer, his chest pressing along Brett's back as he ground inside of him, one hand reaching around to stroke Brett's cock. Brett whimpered into his arm, and Liam smiled, his eyes drifting shut as he focussed on the pleasure.
"M'close," Brett whispered and Liam looked up, meeting his golden gaze. Liam felt his own eyes flash red in response, and he increased his speed as he brought Brett closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me, bright one," his wolf snarled, hand slipping into Brett's hair and pulling it so that he was arched back, exposing his neck to their fangs.
"Yes, please," Brett moaned, hips stuttering as he tried to meet Liam's thrusts, chasing his orgasm. They smelt the other wolf's release, felt it dripping down their hand, before they bit down on the soft skin of Brett's neck, claiming his soul as their own.
Liam remembered at the last minute to hold back his howl, instead giving a low growl as he thrust even harder, panting into Brett's neck as he came deep inside of him. Blood pooled in his mouth, tasting sweet and rich and he sucked on the mark he had made as he held Brett against him.
"Oh god," Brett whispered, shuddering in his hold. "That was intense." Liam hummed against his neck, licking a final time before pulling back to admire the deep bruise he had created.
He glanced up at Brett, whose eyes were fixed over Liam's shoulder. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I thought I saw-" Brett trailed off, looking uncertain.
He felt it then, the presence of the Night Wolf. He nipped at Liam's calf and then vanished. "Big, isn't he?" Liam smirked.
Brett's eyes were wide as he nodded. Liam kissed his neck and then stepped back reluctantly. He was exhausted, and he could smell that Brett was as well. He grabbed the washcloth that he had discarded earlier, quickly cleaning himself and then Brett, who allowed the contact, watching him with a sleepy sort of contentment.
"Come on," Liam said, taking his hand. "Time for bed."
Brett followed him into the room, and they both stood at the foot of the bed, watching Theo's sleeping form. Liam could hear the wheels in his mind turning as he frowned down at the chimera.
"Are you sure Theo is okay with this?" Brett asked hesitantly.
"I'm sure," Liam said with a soft smile, leaning up to kiss Brett soothingly. "We can talk about it when we wake up, okay?"
"Okay," Brett agreed.
With one last kiss, Liam crawled into bed, flopping onto his back with a happy sigh. He held his arms open and Brett joined him, curling up against his side. Theo turned as well, seaking Liam's heat, rubbing his face against Liam's neck with a sleepy mumble.
Liam pulled his boys close, wrapping his arms around them.
The Trinity must close their bond, the Night Wolf huffed from the end of the bed. Liam blinked, looking up at him blearily.
"We will," he whispered.
It must be done before the Moon comes, was his final warning before disappearing.
Liam turned to bury his nose in Brett's neck, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath, his wolf rumbling in satisfaction at their combined scents. He fell asleep with a smile on his lips.