Chapter 3: Defining Roles

Peter woke slowly but finally not in pain. He could scent that he was in his room and he was struck by the overwhelming sense of rightness that washed over him. What had caused this feeling though?

Well he was in bed with Chris and Stiles, lying in between them. Chris looked so still and calm, whilst Still looked peaceful and pure. He must have been dreaming as he had not felt this calm or felt that he deserved this since the fire. He was not a good werewolf or man. He had made so many mistakes and on his bad days he felt that he would never be whole again.

Chris could see where his thoughts were going and the darker path that they were taking.. "You are not dreaming."

Peter pouted - Chris always had been able to call him on his bullshit. He decided to deflect as that would make him less vulnerable, "Mmmm no not dreaming we'd be all a lot more naked and having way more fun."

Chris was looking over at Stiles' peaceful form, clearly contemplating something. Peter dearly wished he knew what Chris was thinking. It always struck him as unfair when they were younger that Chris could read him so well but Chris could hide his feelings when he desired too.

"He called me the Human Alpha," Chris spoke softly, as he himself tried to arrange how he felt about the events when they'd been captured by his Dad..

Peter was still a little out of it but he was pretty sure that Gerard Argent was finally dead. "He was bat-shit crazy. You are just you Chris." Peter could tell that Chris was still thinking through all of his thoughts.

Chris had watched the family he'd built up be destroyed until only he and his daughter were left. Suddenly Chris had been free to do what he wanted and he found the need to protect the pack. It was the right thing to do- after all his daughter was a part of the pack. He'd never expected to feel part of the pack, or, that he would want to protect the whole pack and not just his daughter. He'd certainly not expected to feel his feelings return after so long. They had both done so much shit towards the other in the intervening years that he was sure that any chance of a relationship had been killed long ago.

He could understand why Peter might have crept into his psyche as someone he deeply cared for in his own mind. Still he had never expected the mouthy teen, who was so fierce and loyal to the pack. He was not a wolf and yet he was more vicious and protective than any of the betas. Stiles should not have had to take on the burdens of pack second, and Chris was certain that he was the Emissary of the pack too. The boy, not that was not fair he was a man long before he turned eighteen was too damn pretty for his own good too.

"He is a spitfire." Peter said breaking Chris' thought patterns.

Chris smiled as for once and it was possibly the only time that he could recall Stiles ever being so still. He was worried though as Stiles had never been captured and yet he looked in worse shape than they did. "Why is he so pale?"

Peter didn't know - he could guess and if he was right then Stiles Spark was even more powerful than he thought. "We are healed far quicker than we should have."

Chris was smart enough to put two and two together. He cursed, "Little shit."

Peter should have been mad that Stiles took such a risk. He couldn't be mad as he was sure that he'd saved both him and Chris. He couldn't help but smile upon hearing Chris' exasperated tone, "He is something else."

Chris knew what Stiles was, the answer was obvious when he thought about it, "Ours."

Peter was struck by the rightness of that, and he was so glad that Chris recognised the truth of their tri-bond. There was a small amount of awe as he never thought he would have one of his mates let alone both. He echoed what Chris said, "Ours," and took a hold of Chris' hand.

Stiles finally seemed to wake up at that point almost as if he was listening, "Huh?"
No one ever said that he was quick to wake - or the most elegant in his first few minutes awake but he would defy anyone who was - except maybe Lydia.
Peter was snarky, "Morning starshine."

Stiles didn't move in fact he seemed to burrow between them. He was comy and exhausted from healing so why should he move. Still he couldn't let the snark go unanswered, "Don't sass me. I ache all over from rescuing you two princesses."

Chris was amused to see the pout on the big bad Alpha's face. He supposed that Peter would take it as an affront to his Alpha nature. He was supposed to be the protector, the rescuer. He grinned finding it too cute for words, "Yeah don't sass him."

Peter sighed, catching the best glimpse he could have of his future. He'd assumed when he'd recovered his fractured sanity that the most he could have was a pack. He would not contemplate the idea of a mate, let alone a tri-bond. "You have my apologies."

Stiles yawned and let his eyes rove in a clinical way over both of them. "Good you are both on your way to healing."

Of course, his eyes might have been clinical his pheromone levels told a whole otherstory. Any other person or wolf might be kind enough not to use this information - they were not Alphas. Peter was just so fucking glad that Stiles had hit eighteen - otherwise he would have a Sheriff after his ass. In fairness, he probably still would but at least he would not be arrested for statutory rape. He stretched out his muscles. He was feigning kinks in his muscles that showed his physique off to its best.

To his delight, Peter saw both Stiles and Chris lick their lips. "You two should not look at me like that ... Gives an Alpha ideas."

Stiles was hard but dang it he was a teenager in bed with two seriously hot older men. It would have been strange if he wasn't aroused. "What type of ideas?"

Chris wanted to know too; he dared not hope for what he wanted. He'd wanted Peter since they were both teenagers but he would be lying if he didn't say he was curious by Stiles. He goaded Peter, "Yeah Petey, what ideas?"

It was Peter's turn to swallow, what could he say he has two very hot individuals looking at him like he was there favourite dessert. He answered, low and throaty like he was already part of the best sex ever, "Ideas like I'm an Alpha werewolf and want to claim you both."

Stiles wondered when he lost the ability to wake from a dream. He must have said something along those lines as Chris laughs at him. "I'd say so go for it ... if you think you can."

Chris smirked, "The two of us might be more than you can handle."

Peter pulled them closer so he had one either side of him, plastering themselves next to his skin. "I have no doubt of that ... I wouldn't want you if you were easy."

Stiles was younger and braver. He turned so he could get his mouth on Peter's fabulous pecs. He was curious and wanted to find out what he tasted like. He grinned, hearing the unwilling moan he'd pulled from Peter. He shared an impish grin with Chris who got the unspoken message. Peter was suffering teasing licks, bites and kisses from both sides. It was a question of opposites; one dark, one light; one young, one older.

Peter's hands flew out so that they were gripping the backs of their head. He was glad that Stiles had decided to grow out his hair last year. It made it easier to grip and manipulate. He was in heaven right now and it was only going to get better.

Stiles was hoping that tonight would never end. He was sure that they were filthy debauched messes and there would not be one werewolf who wouldn't know what they had gotten up to. He was relaxing but he couldn't quite settle. There was magic in the air and his Spark wanted something too – he was not sure what.

He could feel Peter digging his fingers through the mess of cum on his stomach. He moaned thinking about how it got there. "You ready to go again … cuz you shouldn't tease otherwise."

Peter quirked an eyebrow, "I think he was challenging our age there."

Stiles looked innocent, well a debauched version anyway, "Not at all I'm just worried about you pulling something. It is the muscles that go first."

Peter growled playfully. It was refreshing not to have to hide any part of his nature. He pulled Stiles up to sitting and into a filthy kiss. He chased the taste of himself off Stiles tongue. He wanted to anchor the bond between all three – instinctively he knew how. He just hoped that Stiles was ready for it. They needed a willing channel to accept a climax between all three of them at the same time – Stiles spark and their co0mbined feelings would take care of the rest.

He nibbled on Stiles ear, whispering filthy deeds, "Can you take both of us … at the same time?"

Stiles was dead that was the only explanation he had died and gone to heaven. I mean not had he punched his v-card in a sinfully hot threesome but now he could have his fantasy of taking two people at the same time.

He grinned, "Bring it on."

Chris came up behind him, teasing him. He needed his sated muscles but not with the intention of helping him relax but to rev him up again. He moaned and writhed against him but got no relief as he ground up against the hot, hard, sweat-slick planes of Peter. "Wanna taste Chris."

Chris groaned at the thought. He was not sure if he was going to live through this. Even so he could feel himself stirring at the through of those bow shaped lips wrapped tight around him. He watched as Peter rearranged him on the bed so that Stiles was now facing him. He didn't get a chance to think about anything as Stiles all but dived towards his cock. He was half hard but Stiles teased him, sucking him back to full hardness. All he could see was Stiles bent over, moving his cock in and out of that sweet mouth. His hands flew to the messy strands of his hair. He didn't want to force the pace; he knew that Stiles was new to this but he wanted his hands to grab onto something.

Stiles had no problem; he could focus on the beautiful cock in front of him. He wanted to learn all there was to it. How he could make Chris arch and moan and drive him out of his mind. That was once he'd mapped it out with his tongue. He moaned around the hot length when he felt Chris grab his hair. He was content when he realised that the hands were just resting. He was going to work up to deep-throating but he was sure that he would have two willing participants to help him practice.

Peter took a few minutes to watch the sight before him. It was quite a sight. He was sure that he would be able to recall it for years to come. Still whilst it was fun and hot to watch Stiles suck Chris off – Stiles was waving his ass in his face. He gripped it in his hands and Stiles paused just for a second. He was waiting to see what Peter would do but he didn't pull of Chris. He wanted to see the hidden entrance that had so willingly taken Chris earlier. He was careful as he knew that Stiles was new to this. He didn't want to hurt either of his mates. He could see the red puckered entrance, still with some smears of Chris's cum. He dipped his tongue to taste it.

Stiles felt Peter grip his ass and he needed a minute. He was so absorbed in taking Chris as far into his mouth as possible that he did not want to choke. It would be the least sexy thing he could think of. He didn't let go of Chris though, content to keep him warm inside his mouth, but he whimpered around him when he felt Peter lick his ass. It was the hottest filthiest thing ever and he wanted Peter to never stop. He moaned and whimpered as he continued his assault on his ass but he would not be deterred from making Chris cum too. He resumed his gentle bob. He could feel Chris start to tense so he increased his pace.

Peter knew they would not last – the feelings were too new and he wanted to do this right. As much as he was enjoying hearing the moans and whimpers – it wasn't what they needed. He reluctantly pulled away. He nearly laughed when Stiles pulled away aggrieved. "Why did you stop?"

"Relax … I'll get you there."

Stiles moaned, "I was so close."

"So was I," Chris piped up looking ruffled. He was on the bottom of this sandwich and looking way more relaxed than Peter could ever recall.

"I need to be inside of you Stiles. You can return to what you were doing."

Stiles narrowed his eyes as if he did not quite believe what he was hearing but he trusted Peter more now. He rolled back over, and resumed his teasing kitten licks. He whimpered when he felt Peter grip his hips.

"So hot, so tight Stiles. You have no idea what you do to me." Peter confessed. He pushed in slowly, careful not just push in and claim brutally. His alpha would have no problem in doing that but he was not just his wolf and they cared deeply. He groaned softly as he bottomed out.

Chris could see how undone Peter was, and he doubted anyone would believe it. And yet they would never see it as neither Chris or Peter were willing to share and they would sooner rip a person's eyes out than let them see Stiles like this. The man was so beautiful and wanton in his desire. He leaned up to kiss Peter and thus forming a link between all three.

Stiles could guess what they were doing above him and it was hotter just imagining it. He was racing towards his climax and completely lost to his lust and desire for the two men he was with. He pushed back harder, and sucked a little stronger wanting the men to come with him. He could feel the magic rising, separate strands representing him, Peter and Chris. He was proud that despite the overwhelming urge to fall over the edge he managed to take the strands and combine the strands into an intricate strong weave.

It was not a cliché to say that all of them felt it and Stiles was sure that he saw stars as they all came together. Stiles collapsed into the arms of his two mates, trusting that they would see him safe. Peter pulled out gently, picking up a cloth to see him clean. Well clean off the excess he had no intention of letting him was the scent of them off them.

Peter looked at his bed and his two sated mates. He could feel the bonds thrumming strong between them all. The pack bonds had picked up on the change in the dynamic as well. Each of the betas had sent a tentative pulse to check that all was well with their Alpha. He responded positively - Peter would be very surprised if there was one beta who wasn't extremely satisfied right now.

Stiles rolled over, "Sleep Alpha. Tell 'im Chris."

Chris didn't bother to open an eye, "Go the fuck to sleep Peter."

Peter would have laughed as this was his life from now on ... and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Authors Note: So that is the main part of story done with. I will post a bonus chapter of how this pack deal with a problem like the Alpha pack soon I just want to focus on the next chapter of 'When Trust is Vital.'