Jacey, Fynn & Aden

Dedication: To a special group of ladies, helping this book be the best it can: Meredith, Elaine and Iron Dog. Thank you.

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Chapter One Jacey woke with a start, grimacing as he clicked his tongue around his dry mouth, the taste of whatever he drank last night sitting like acid in the back of his throat. What a night! He had set out to well and truly distract himself from something that could never be, and had ended up just confirming what he had always feared to be true, at least to himself. No one else would ever need to know. Stopping those thoughts before they gained momentum, Jacey sat up as far as he was able, stretching his arms above his head until they hit the roof of the cab. Taking stock, Jacey decided that for sleeping stretched out on the bench seat of a ute, he'd probably gotten off lightly. Besides the marching band in his head and the rock band in his gut, there was an ache in his lower back he'd need to walk off. He really had to stop sleeping in his ute. It was going to cause his back and neck some serious problems as he got older. He just hadn't wanted to be late. He really didn't want to let Oliver down, plus he needed the job. Missing large chunks of high school meant he was happy to simply qualify, never mind considering college, especially with the lack of funds after his parents passed. He was lucky to still have a roof over his head, and he would do well to stop bellyaching and remember that. If only the marching band in his head would cooperate with the plan. Dragging himself out of the ute, Jacey stopped for a moment to gain his balance with a hand on the side of the truck before he started walking toward the communal pack house. *** Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 2

Jacey had no idea Fynn was watching at that moment. Fynn stayed downwind, not that it mattered. Jacey wouldn't have known he was there even if Fynn had been upwind, but still; instincts were what they were when you were a shifter. Fynn could see how Jacey was hurting from these binges. Knowing that Jacey was still wearing the clothes from last night settled low in Fynn's brain and started a slow burn of anger in the pit of his belly. Deliberately moving away from the side of the house, Fynn needed to get his mind on something else, or he could completely fuck up whatever chance he and his mate, Aden, had at the fair Jacey. Fynn had already fucked things up back when they had first moved into the area, because rather than play his cards close to his chest, he had done the opposite. Walking into the butchery and finding his second mate had been a shock. Another customer had given Fynn the chance to pull Jacey out to the back room. Making it there had been all Fynn was aware of. Fynn pushed Jacey against a wall. Ignoring his shocked expression, Fynn pinned his arms above his head with a hand on each wrist. The enticing curve of Jacey's lower lip proved too much as Fynn smashed their lips together in a predatory kiss. Fynn pulled away, beyond reason, and had simply said what was on his mind without thought. "You're ours." Jacey had flipped out. But still, he had managed in a quiet and controlled way to explain he wasn't gay, never had been, and no, he did not belong to anyone, let alone more than one anyone. Fynn had looked him in the eye for a moment and then headed back out to Oliver, feeling like a chat with Aden was in order. Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 3

Both had known there was a chance there may be a third for them, because they felt something missing in their relationship. Just a slight twinge every now and then that let them know, although they would be perfectly fine and balaka paired as they were, there could be more for them. Fynn could see Jacey straightening up from the ute, heading toward the door leading to the main section of the house. Fynn didn't yell out, too uncertain of the emotions roiling in his gut to risk an approach right now. Besides, through his mate connection, he knew Aden was inside at the kitchen table. If there were problems, Aden would let him know. *** Jacey kicked at the dirt on the path in front of him, heading toward the kitchen door. Dang, he was sick of seeing red. Red sun, red dirt, red faces, red sunburn. Red, red, red. Trying to distract himself from that depressing thought, he wondered idly who would be around at this time of day. Okay, so maybe he needed some coffee, or even another shot of Bundaberg rum, to help clear the cobwebs, but sometimes it felt to him like there were a few too many men in the house. There were five of them -- five big, solid, tanned, hot shifters -- all living here, plus Oliver. Between Angus, Aden, Fynn, Kyran and Aric, the whole living situation brought way too many college dorm room fantasies to mind. Two shifters in particular made his heart beat faster and his palms sweat. But they weren't for him. He had to remember that. So far he had done an almost perfect job of convincing everyone he was straight. Jacey was nowhere near as brave as Oliver. He had kept his true Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 4

self hidden, even from himself, at least until recently. Jacey had pretty much forced himself to deal with his issues when the shifters had arrived, or face slow insanity from the lust and instant hard-ons he experienced in Fynn and Aden's presence. The Waangoo, or Dingo, shifter pack was fairly new to town. They had left K'gari, or Fraser Island, because the Australian government was about to start a dingo tracking program, a nightmare situation for the entire shifter community. Jacey had no idea where the other dingo shifters had moved to. The larger dingo pack had also excommunicated these men for being gay, so Jacey just couldn't bring himself to care what might or might not have happened to the rest of the Waangoo shifters when they left K'gari. Oliver, his best friend and boss, was mated to the Alpha, Angus. This meant the butchery where he worked had been moved to pack lands. It usually wasn't an issue getting to work on any other day, it just meant a slightly longer commute. Last night, though, Jacey must have had a few moments of drunken clarity before passing out, deciding to camp out here in his car rather than head home. *** Walking into the front hall, Jacey saw Oliver and Aden sitting quietly at the kitchen table, each appearing lost in their breakfast and respective readings. Both paused as Jacey reached the kitchen, Oliver with a spoon of Weet-bix halfway to his mouth, trailing milk all over his lap. Angus would probably think that was adorable and try and lick it all up. Jacey caught himself with disgust before the thought could go any further, stumbling forward to sink into the Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 5

chair closer to Aden's end of the table, dropping his head into his hands. He must be worse off than he thought if he was starting to daydream about his best friend's love life. The silence getting to him, Jacey slid his hands around to cup his cheeks, catching Oliver's facial expression, all pursed up looking slightly like a pussycat. Jacey knew he probably looked like death warmed over, and a slight blush caught his cheeks. "What is that smell?"Oliver asked, his nose wrinkling in disgust. "Is that yesterday's clothes you're still in?" Jacey quietly groaned. If Oliver could smell him from the other end of the table, he really didn't want to know what Aden could smell from pretty much right next to him. Chancing a glance, Jacey saw that Aden gave no outward reaction at all. Deciding to ignore Aden for the time being, Jacey answered Oliver's questions from the safety of his hands, hiding his face from view. "Yes, and the smell is probably a mix of sawdust, cow poo, cheap perfume, cigarettes, and however many beers they threw on me." Of course, Jacey should have known Oliver couldn't leave it at that, even after Jacey had given extra info in the hope that the gossip in Oliver would be happy. "So where did you sleep?" Oliver wanted to know. "In my car, out in the butchery car park. Didn't want to be late to work, you know," Jacey said, hoping this didn't drag on for very long. He watched Oliver take one really long, deep breath before letting it out slowly. That couldn't be a good sign. "Are you telling me that you went out for a night on the town, did something that made people want to throw beer all over you, then drove your car out to our place, which is at least forty-five minutes away from the closest bar, and slept in your car the rest of the night?" Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 6

Oliver practically yelled at him, spewing little pieces of Weet-bix over the table in the process. "Geez, man, lower your voice a bit, it's no biggie." Jacey really, really wanted Oliver to leave this alone. Why did everyone have to ride him so much about every little thing? Oliver didn't need to shout, either. That wasn't helping his pounding head one little bit. "No biggie? No biggie? You were drunk. Behind the wheel of a car. Where did you go?" Still with the yelling, although at a slightly higher pitch this time. Jacey's head throbbed the tiniest bit harder, and he started hoping that there were some extra strength aspirin somewhere close by. "The Pig and Whistle. You know the one, always full of those curves, and I don't mean the architecture," he slurred out, putting it on slightly in resistance to Oliver making him feel like a twelve-year old. "What?" This from Aden, who Jacey guessed had finally decided to join in with 'pick on Jacey day'. Jacey didn't think that was a good thing, either, 'cause Aden's tone of voice was not friendly. Aden looked friendlier than Oliver, though, whose face had that slightly flushed look to it that meant either really mad or had just been fucked. Since Jacey didn't see Angus anywhere close, he was going with the former. Jacey dropped his head back into his hands so he didn't have to look at either of them. "Yeah, I needed to relax, so I drove out to the Pig and Whistle and had a really good time. I think I did anyway. Can't rightly remember most of the second half of the night, but I do remember riding the 'bull' and getting it down. That was where the beer shower came in." He really should have stopped while he was ahead. Too late, he glanced to the side and realized Aden had Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 7

developed a tic in the left cheek. Jacey watched, fascinated. "Okay, so you rode the bull and stayed on for the time, congrats for that, but what made you get in the car and drive in your condition?" Oliver asked. "Oh, I had to drop Cristal off at her place; a gentleman always takes his date home, even if he only gets said date at the bar," Jacey informed them knowledgeably. "Ah, and how is the wonderful Cristal?" Oliver asked. Jacey was more than aware Oliver already knew the lady in question by reputation. If Jacey had looked at Oliver before responding, he would have seen the question was sarcastic, but he was still so fascinated with that tic of Aden's that he gave a smart-arse answer without pausing to think. "My memories are vague, but she gives good head." He really should have held his tongue, but he would never learn. He always had to have the last word. Jacey whipped his head in the other direction as a magazine snapped closed, watching Aden take a deep breath, stand up, and walk out. "What's his beef?" Jacey muttered, feeling like his head was going to explode off his shoulders and really wishing he had hit the coffee pot before sitting down. "I have no idea, Jacey. I mean, really, what could his problem be with how you spent yesterday evening and last..." Oliver started in a dry, cutting tone. They heard a door slam from the front of the house. Heavy, almost angry-sounding footsteps thudded down the hall, just before Fynn came striding around the corner into the kitchen and set infuriated eyes on Jacey. "You did what with who last night?" was growled out between lips so thin and tight with repressed anger that Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 8

you could barely see them except for the slash they made on Fynn's face. Jacey, shocked mute by the suddenness of Fynn's arrival, pumped out a very articulate, "Huh?" "I said," Fynn continued, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly -- seemed people were doing a lot of that around him this morning -- "You did what with who last night?" "How is any of that your business?" "I'm making it my business. As of right now, when you are stupid enough to get behind the wheel of a car drunk, everything about you becomes my business!" Fynn exploded, starting out the back door, "I've taken the keys to your car. You are not going anywhere without permission. Aden tells me you got a nice little present from the lovely Cristal last night. Was it good for you? The last blowjob you'll ever get from a woman, did it do it for you?" Jumping up to follow, Jacey couldn't believe what had become of his morning or where this conversation had gone. "What the fuck? I said she did good head, I never said she did me. Get your facts straight. And what's that about, the last blowjob a woman will ever give me? And give me my fucking keys back. Where do you get up the nerve to go poking around in my business? I don't go poking around in yours. In fact, I leave you the hell alone, you big, overcooked, testosterone-filled..." The ground littered with loose stones, Jacey had been busy looking where his feet landed while in pursuit, so was not ready when Fynn walked up and threw him over a shoulder. "Hey! Put me down right now. I demand you put me down," Jacey ordered, feeling weightless and out of sorts, not liking it one bit. Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 9

"Fine," was Fynn's response. "Thank yo..." Jacey started to say, before giving a startled shriek as he felt his body being thrown away from Fynn. A large splash followed, and Jacey looked up at Fynn in shock from the middle of the water trough. "That will teach you to play with fire, Jacey. Keep up with this toddler behavior and your punishments will get worse, do you understand?" Fynn asked, his voice low and gravelly. Jacey's eyes narrowed, and he threw his head back and screamed, releasing all his tension in one mighty bellow. Climbing out of the trough, Jacey let fly with colorful and creative swearing that called Fynn's personality, his virility, and his sanity into question, getting even more aggravated as Fynn just laughed it off with a flap of his hand and walked away toward the vegetable patch. "I am going to kill you for this, just you wait. I'd be sleeping with one eye open if I were you. And let's not forget who helps prepare the meat you cook. I might just add something personal to the mix that'll only affect the chef..." Jacey continued to mutter under his breath, as he headed for his truck and a change of clothes. He stopped short, realizing he was locked out of his vehicle, and turned toward Fynn, calling out, "I need my keys, you moron, I need to get my clothes." Fynn continued on his way, turning and walking backward to call back, "All of the belongings from your car are in our rooms where they belong, waiting for you," before giving a little wave and continuing on his way. Jacey was flummoxed. As he stood there feeling his body vibrate from a combination of chills and anger, he could console himself with the thought that payback Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 10

would be a bitch if only he knew what to do about this whole thing.

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Chapter Two Jacey headed back to the kitchen, which was now empty. He was finally able to grab that cup of coffee before going deeper into the house. He wanted his stuff back, damn it. He wasn't staying another minute. To hell with the job. He'd move to a city and find something, 'cause there certainly wasn't anything keeping him here. Oliver was obviously one of them now, and Jacey had no interest in being a third wheel. With these thoughts solidified, Jacey started exploring the upstairs section of the building, which seemed to house the bedrooms (if that's what they could be called at the size they were) and the bathrooms. Coming up to the third door, he tried the handle and found it was locked. About to turn and start further down the hall, a voice from behind startled him out of his musings and made him spill coffee down most of his front, not that it mattered much in his present state of roughness. "You want the fourth door down on the left." Jacey would know that rumble anywhere, and answered Aden without turning. "Right, thanks for that, I'll just grab my things and be on my way, then." He started forward again. "I do not think so," was Aden's growled response. Jacey turned to find the much larger man walking slowly, but with purpose, toward him, herding him back toward the aforementioned bedroom. "Do you really think we are going to let you just walk away, Jace? Do you really think that knowing my mate has tasted your lips, and I have yet to, helps me sleep at night? Does it not matter to you that I want to pin you to a wall and have my way with you?" Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 12

"Don't call me Jace." Jacey knew that wasn't a real intelligent comeback, but it was the only thing he could think to blurt out while ignoring the rest of what Aden had said. "Oh, I'll call you more than that. I'll call you mate before this night is over," Aden declared. It was easy to see how much Aden meant that. Jacey had never seen the other man this worked up over something. Aden was the calm one. It would have been kind of flattering if it didn't scare the shit out of him. Danger signals started in Jacey's head, and he instinctively knew not to turn his back on Aden. Turning his head slightly to the side, Jacey caught sight of the edge of the doorway and possible salvation before facing his aggressor once more. He lost his train of thought completely when he saw Aden's eyes -- Aden's dingo had come out to play. "I am so fucked," Jacey whimpered under his breath, none too sure what to do in this situation. After all, it wasn't as if there was a 'How to manage an out-ofcontrol dingo mate' book at the local library. If he had been more in his right mind, alarm may have flooded him at the realization of how he had included 'mate' in that title, but right now, his brain wasn't doing anything close to helpful. "That's the plan," was Aden's guttural response, his dingo showing a little more in the definition of his jaw, making it harder for him to produce normal-sounding speech. Aden lunged forward in a move so sudden Jacey had no chance to respond. He found himself once again thrown over a shoulder and moving into the artificially darkened room beyond the doorframe. Jacey muttered curses about Aden's shifter eyesight, meaning Aden could see in the dark just as easily in bright light. That Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 13

wasn't fair, and what the hell was with these two and throwing him around? He might be on the smaller side by comparison with these men, but he was still almost six feet tall. Jacey didn't get much of a chance to think about it, finding himself deposited on his feet in a bathroom the likes of which he had never thought existed, let alone actually seen. The shower was huge. More than room enough for four grown men, with jets at different intervals on opposing walls. It was a beauty. "H-hey. Hey. What are you doing?" Jacey exclaimed, returning his concentration to Aden, two steps away and gloriously naked. Hold on, did I actually think 'gloriously'? Get a grip here, Jacey, and get it together! This is not for you, these men -- hell, any men are not for you. Oh, God, and now I'm talking to myself in my mind. Well, Dad always said I was nuts. Aden had stripped most of Jacey's clothes off by the time Jacey snapped himself out of his second round of preoccupation. Jacey, still in unbuttoned jeans and undershirt, threw his hands up and backed away from Aden. "No way, man. I'll get changed and get out of here. Forget the shower. I'm already wet. I just need to dry off." *** Aden, already impatient, forewent any form of talk -after all, it hadn't worked when Fynn tried it -- stalked up to Jacey, and tore the undershirt off. While Jacey appeared to be in shock, Aden grabbed hold of Jacey's sodden jeans and tore them down the front as well. At some point, Jacey needed to learn just what he was up Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 14

against, and Aden hoped the show of strength would help with that. Aden had had some sort of plan when they'd walked into the bathroom. Having Jacey standing there, naked, blew all of those thoughts from Aden's mind. Jacey's impressive, cut cock was already flushed light purple at the head and standing at half mast, whether from arousal or stimulatory overload, Aden couldn't be sure. As the full scent of Jacey hit his dingo, Aden lost control. With a growl, Aden lunged forward and threw Jacey back against the wall of the shower enclosure. Enveloping Jacey's lips with his own, Aden thrust in with his tongue, taking in Jacey's flavor and returning his own in the process, claiming every part of Jacey's mouth in a show of power, imitating orally what he intended to act out bodily. Jacey moaned. Aden sensed when Jacey gave in, melting into the kiss. Aden relaxed in the embrace, allowing his dingo to take over, commencing the mating dance. Aden let his tongue soften, taking licks over and over on the roof of Jacey's mouth, down the sides, rubbing tongues, trying to overwhelm Jacey with sensation. Aden took a moment to let Fynn know through their mate bond what was occurring in their bathroom. Fynn's thoughts returned, sending Aden love and letting him feel Fynn's lust for their third mate Aden hitched Jacey up with an arm under each thigh and walked into the adjoining bedroom, continuing to kiss Jacey. Aden grunted as his shins met the edge of the bed. He and Fynn had had it specially made larger than normal, a fact he was particularly grateful for now, even if finding sheets to fit had been a bitch. He slowly lowered Jacey down until arse met bed, bending to keep contact as he Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 15

did so, and leaned forward, slowly pushing Jacey back and releasing his mating musk at the same time. Jacey's head hit the comforter, and Aden finally released his mouth, allowing Jacey to take a deep breath, knowing the musk would be included. Aden slid down Jacey's body, only to draw a sharp breath at the image Jacey now presented. The flushed purple head was swollen, leaking pre-come and chaining itself to his pup's ribbed stomach in clear ribbons. Mouth watering, Aden moaned, closing his mouth around Jacey's cock. He allowed spit to slide out along the shaft, easing the way over heated skin soft as silk. Aden pulled up to the circumcised tip, closing his lips firmly just beneath the mushroom head and sucking madly, losing his mind slightly at the taste of his mate. Barely hearing his pup's moans and groans in the back of his mind, Aden focused on the task in front of him. Holding a hip down in each hand, he tightened his suction and moved his mouth slowly up and down the almost eight-inch cock in his mouth, working his way up to... "Agh, guhg, Aden!" Jacey screamed. Relaxing his throat, Aden swallowed a number of times over, making his pup squirm and shudder trying to break his hold. Aden let go of one hip and moved his hand down between his own legs, cupping his warm sac in his hand and gently pulling down, warding off his impending orgasm. This time was all for his pup. Aden lightly dragged his teeth along Jacey's cock. Jacey couldn't believe what was happening, the amount of stimulation too much. His upper body arched off the bed as he emptied himself into Aden's willing mouth. Aden received it all with a muffled groan, taking all he had to give, swallowing, leaning in to lick, suck, and nuzzle. As he slumped back on the bed, Jacey Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 16

realized he'd never experienced anything like it. Jacey moaned as the delicious scent from earlier once again drifted through the air, making his cock stir despite his exhaustion. Aden moved further up his mate's body, leaving little love bites as he went. He continued on this path until he reached Jacey's sweet lips. Reaching under the closest pillow, he closed his hand around the bottle he was looking for -- lube. Aden dropped the bottle beside Jacey's hip and, hooking his hands under his pup's arms, dragged Jacey gently up the bed, thoroughly enjoying the debauched sight as Jacey's dazed eyes met his. Jacey's head lifted slightly to meet his kiss as Aden lowered his head, moving his hands and threading his fingers through the silk that was Jacey's hair. Breaking the kiss, Aden leaned down and bit Jacey's neck gently where he intended to mark later. The curse that followed was all Aden needed to hear. Aden flipped Jacey over, placing a hand under each hip and levering him off the mattress, placing two pillows under his pelvis to keep his backside in the air. Aden placed a hand on one cheek and spread Jacey slightly, squeezing the bottle so a small amount of lube slid between his cheeks, feeling Jacey jump slightly from the cool liquid. Aden soothed him, a hand on his lower back rubbing gently. When Jacey relaxed, Aden again slipped his hands down with his thumbs on the inside of Jacey's cheeks, spreading them gently. Seeing the bounty laid out before him, Aden moaned as his entire body shuddered. He could see Jacey's hole fluttering in anticipation or fear, he knew not which, but he would make sure Jacey wanted this. Sliding the tip of a thumb down, Aden penetrated, hearing Jacey's moans as his thumb slipped in further. Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 17

Aden used his other thumb to massage and arouse the area around Jacey's hole. Jacey was making more noise now, head buried deep in a pillow, mewls and moans interspersed with groans and "please," all delighting Aden, keeping his dingo satisfied and quiet. Removing his thumb, Aden slipped one finger into Jacey, searching out and finding the magic button guaranteed to make Jacey forget what planet he was on. Massaging the internal walls, Aden made sure to brush past that erogenous zone, slowly adding a second and then a third finger, watching Jacey carefully for signs of withdrawal or displeasure. Seeing and sensing none, Aden continued to move his fingers in and out, waiting for their third mate. *** Fynn walked in the room and took a deep breath, relishing the scent that hit the back of his nose and dropped to the pit of his stomach. If he hadn't been hard before, he was now. Every now and then, a shifter would be gifted with an extra ability, and Aden happened to be one of them. It may not have seemed like much, but the shifters' mating musk could bring straight men to their knees begging for it. For Aden's actual mates, men predisposed to want Aden, it was devastating. The sight that met Fynn's eyes when he could finally focus took his breath away. He had deliberately cut off his mate link earlier to avoid temptation; obviously, that had been a mistake. Carefully, Fynn reopened the link, falling to his knees under the weight of lust. Breathing deeply for a moment, he gained as much control as he was able and stood to remove his clothing. Moving to the end of the bed, he caught Aden's eye and indicated with a head motion for Aden to move aside before Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 18

leaning in and catching Aden in a lustful mating of tongues. Breaking the kiss, Fynn positioned himself in Aden's abandoned spot, the head of his cock at Jacey's entrance, gently pushing forward just a little to relax the outer muscle. Jacey moaned and pushed back in desperation. "You want this, pup? You want me thrusting into you, claiming you?" Fynn asked, demanding. "Tell me, pup, is this what you need?" "I don't know. Something... anything... you, I need you..." came the desperate, broken response, muffled by the pillow. With a growl, Fynn pushed through the resistant muscle and, with the head of his cock inside his mate, stopped to take a breath. Hearing Jacey taking great gulps of air and exhaling loudly, Fynn leaned forward and whispered gently in his pup's ear. "That's it, pup. You've done it. The worst is over. Just breathe. Now I can make you truly fly." Jacey gave a garbled moan in response. Thrusting gently to start with, gaining momentum and tilting his hips just so to hit Jacey's prostate with the tip of his cock with each inward thrust, Fynn heard Jacey shouting with pleasure. Fynn signaled Aden to take his place as he pulled out of Jacey, who groaned in protest, only to gasp as the larger Aden thrust gently inside, setting a rhythm almost instantly, again dragging across Jacey's prostate with each thrust. Wiping some of the lube off as he went, Fynn settled himself at the head of the bed, removing the pillow at Jacey's head and sliding his legs under Jacey's chest, holding his cock in one hand and stroking in rhythm with Aden's thrusts. Watching this, Jacey moaned and Aden moved faster, growling. Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 19

Fynn watched as Aden leaned over Jacey's back, opening and snapping his jaw closed on the tendons between shoulder blade and neck on the left side as he howled his release, marking their mate. Jacey stiffened underneath him, dropping his head forward to rest on Fynn as Aden reached underneath, grabbing Jacey's cock in a hard grip. "Don't come." It clearly wasn't a request; it was an order. Fynn pulled out from underneath Jacey, returning to slide smoothly into Jacey's arse, thrusting deep and hard. Fynn could feel Jacey starting to tumble into orgasm, walls clutching and grabbing as Fynn thrust, making lust spread like liquid fire through his bloodstream. Fynn leaned forward and marked Jacey's right shoulder in a similar manner to Aden. Fynn shouted his completion and collected his little mate tight to his chest, feeling his mate collapse against him as Jacey's body went limp.

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Chapter Three The next morning, Jacey woke to an empty bed. He supposed he should feel some emotion other than relief after what had happened the night before. He had been fighting himself and his feelings for these two men for so long now, almost two months; there was just no room for anything else. Well, maybe lust. Jacey smirked as he looked down at the morning wood he'd woken up with that morning. His thoughts were broken off as what felt like a radio broadcast filtered across his head. 'I really regret using mating musk, Fynn. I truly didn't mean to. I lost control, and my dingo came out to play. Eager for his mate after such a long wait, I suppose, but I still feel some guilt.' 'I wouldn't worry about it. If it wasn't meant to be a true mating, the mate bond would not have taken, yet we both can feel it.' WHOA! Hold the phone, what, or who, the hell was that? Jacey wondered. He had no idea what had just happened, but he was guessing he was somehow connected to his new mates. Huh, mates, who woulda thunk it? Two of them... Checking the alarm clock and finding it well into mid-morning, Jacey decided it was past time he got up and dressed. He had some questions that he needed answers to, and pronto. *** "Woohoo, look who's doing the walk of shame this morning?" Oliver cooed, safely curled up in the lap of his Alpha, who really was a big teddy bear as far as Oliver went. It was everyone else who had to worry. Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 21

Jacey could see the contentment oozing off of Oliver as he spoke. "Look who's using it as an excuse to slack off?" Jacey responded tartly, walking to where his mates were sprawled across what had to be the largest sofa he had ever seen, settling himself on the floor in front. "How the hell would you know, anyway?" "Well, you have been locked in that room for over twelve hours now, you had to expect something," Oliver retorted. Angus smiled and placed his big hand over his mate's mouth, "Enough, little boorri," before looking at Jacey and asking in a quiet and serious tone, "Feel any different, pup?" Well, fuck, that meant he had to actually think about what had happened over the last twenty-four hours and then possibly confess. Jacey wasn't too sure how this was going to go, but out with it was probably the best method. "Uh, yeah... something weird 'bout that. Umm, I'm not a shifter, but for some reason, I'm kinda hearing other people in my head." "Well, duh, that's how it works. You know when you're mated, doofus," smartarse Oliver, ever helpful, responded. "We didn't know you could do that!" Fynn exclaimed. "Good thing, too," Jacey retorted. "It was nice to know Aden felt a little guilty for using mating musk on me." "Hmmm, it seems more than one of us has been keeping secrets." Angus smiled as he spoke, letting them all know no harm had been done.

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"I would have mentioned it, Alpha, but it wouldn't have done the pack any good..." Aden stammered out, only to be interrupted by Angus again. "It's no problem, Aden. I'm actually more curious to find out if your newest mate blacks out after claiming, as mine does." "Indeed, he does, but only after both of us have claimed him," Fynn revealed. "Interesting. I have not heard of this before, and neither has the Wolf Alpha. It seems we are breaking new ground each and every day with our male/male matings," Angus said wryly. Jacey watched as Oliver threw his head back and laughed, obviously at a private thought from Angus, but he was too embarrassed at the topic of conversation to care. "Oh, yeah, you think that's funny? Ask your big, bad Alpha what little boorri means. Go on, I dare you," Jacey flung at Oliver, too caught up in his emotions to know what he may have done. He caught on at the swiftly indrawn breaths of those around him. Fynn and Aden drew him up on the couch to settle halfway between them, but mostly over their laps. Jacey took full advantage, turning on his side to settle his head on Fynn's shoulder and his feet on Aden's lap, knowing full well... Jacey made a contented sound in his throat as Aden picked up one foot and started smoothing large, warm hands over and down Jacey's feet, giving a loving rub. Jacey shuddered as Fynn leaned down and licked over an earlobe. "Don't think I, at least, am not fully aware of what you have just done, little pup. Provoking dissension between the Alpha and his mate is very naughty. We will need to discuss this later," Fynn stated firmly. Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 23

Out of anyone else, the word naughty would have sounded juvenile and foolish, but Fynn finished this statement by closing even, white teeth down sharply on the same earlobe. Fynn caught and muffled Jacey's moan with a hand on the back of his head, keeping his face turned toward Fynn's shoulder. Jacey thought he'd never heard anything sexier than Fynn using the word naughty. Returning attention to the room, Jacey watched as Oliver narrowed his eyes and drew himself up, his body language making Jacey think of a thundercloud gathering its power before a lightning strike. He looked at Angus, who would not meet his eyes directly. "What does it mean?" Oliver demanded, "I thought it meant baby or something like that, and you let me go along with the assumption. Obviously I was wrong. So what does it mean?" Oliver thumped Angus in the chest as he said it. Angus released a warning growl in response. "Oh, give it up, big man on campus, your growls mean nothing to me. What. Does. It. Mean?" Oliver asked again, giving each word its own emphasis. Angus looked his mate directly in the eye and came clean. "Little Fire." Oliver's eyes widened slightly before narrowing even more. He jumped from Angus' lap and let loose. "Little fire? Your endearment for me is little fire? No wonder all these goons have been laughing behind my back." "No, baby, you're far from little. Trust me, I know," Angus soothed, glaring at his pack members, half of whom were trying to kill smiles before Oliver noticed. Oliver rolled his eyes, "It's not so much the little part I have a problem with." Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 24

Aden, who usually stayed out of things, piped up with an explanation. "We weren't laughing at you, Oliver, we were laughing at Angus. No one had ever seen him so twisted up and confused as he is when he tries to decide how to deal with you." Angus frowned, but Oliver seemed to calm, looking at Angus and then his pack, stating firmly, "Angus, you can call me your little boorri here at home, but I'm telling you all right now, no one outside this pack is to know about it." As each pack member nodded their head in agreement, Oliver nodded his head decisively once before declaring the matter closed; he was hungry and was somebody going to make him some lunch? Jacey laughed quietly to himself as the group moved as one into the kitchen area, loving how his friend had come into his own. *** The next morning over breakfast, Jacey reflected on all that had happened to him in such a short space of time. Looking around the table, it was kind of hard to believe that he now belonged to such a tight-knit group of men. Would, in fact, feel terrible and excruciating pain if he even attempted to try and leave, according to what Oliver had told him yesterday afternoon as they worked. 'And don't forget it, mate,' was the thought that next filtered through his mind, causing him to jump and spill Weet-bix down the front of his shirt. Jacey looked up and pinned Aden with a frown. 'You know, for one of the quietest members of the pack, you sure are one of the more possessive,' he responded snarkily. Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 25

Maddeningly, Aden simply smiled and returned to his bacon and eggs, sans eggs. How these men managed to keep their cholesterol at manageable levels was beyond Jacey. Jacey looked back over the table to meet the eyes of Oliver, who immediately smiled. "Jacey, I wanted to talk to you about the butcher shop. We need to start making plans for a Grand Opening. I want to get the word out to all of the rural properties who won't have heard yet, so that when they stop in for their monthly supply run, it won't be such a shock. Plus, after all the work we've put in over the last couple of months, we all deserve a good BBQ." Jacey let Oliver ramble on and returned to breakfast, knowing the time would come to rein Oliver in at some stage, but letting him have his fun for now.

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Chapter Four That evening saw Jacey thoroughly enjoying a soak in the spa in Fynn and Aden's bathroom that could fit five men comfortably. In their bathroom, Jacey guessed he should be thinking now, but he wasn't quite comfortable enough yet to give in to the almost overwhelming feelings between him and his two mates. He could feel the muscles in his body slowly relax and release all of the tension built up over the last couple months of dealing with Aden and Fynn. His mind pleasantly empty for a change, Jacey allowed his body to float in the absolutely ridiculously huge tub. "Whoot whoo." A wolf whistle broke the silence, causing Jacey to drop down to the bottom of the bath like a stone as his hands hit the top of the water. The splash made buckets of water cascade over the edge, turning the floor around the tub into a shallow lake. Jacey caught himself before he dunked under what water was left, glancing up into the eyes of not one, but both of his mates' serious faces. "Out, pup," Fynn ordered. "We need to have a little chat about the incident yesterday morning." Jacey allowed his confusion to show. "What incident?" he asked. "Taunting your Alpha's mate," came Aden's implacable response, spoken in such a monotone, Jacey wasn't quite sure what emotion Aden was feeling. Nothing was coming to him mentally through the mate bond. "Huh? Taunting? Do you mean about the boorri thing? 'Cause if that's what all this is about, ha ha, you're funny." "Mate, that is exactly what we are talking about." Fynn this time. Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 27

"You've got to be kidding me!" Jacey said, looking into twin expressions of resolve and finally realizing that, no, they were not playing around. "Oliver totally deserved everything he got, laughing at me the way he did." "Oliver's behavior is not our concern right now. Yours is," Fynn responded. "I don't get what you're both so upset about. It was just a bit of fun between friends." "It is absolutely unacceptable for our mate to behave in such a manner, whether Oliver is your friend or not. Your taunt yesterday morning was not done out of fun, but out of a desire to relieve your own embarrassment." Fynn again. Had they choreographed this earlier in preparation and Aden just didn't have any thoughts of his own to add? Or was Aden not allowed to talk? 'I have thoughts of my own, pup. I am simply too angry to waste my energy formulating verbal responses.' Whoops. Well, that was one way to turn a bad situation into a crappy one. He would have to watch the mental diarrhea. That was twice in a matter of hours that Aden had caught a stray thought of Jacey's that he hadn't wanted to share. "Enough," Fynn stated, slashing down with his left hand as he did so. "If you cannot show respect for your Alpha or his mate, it is up to your mates to deal with it." "Wha..." Jacey started, never completing the word or the thought as Aden leaned forward and collected him under the armpits, lifting him effortlessly up and out of the tub, moving with him toward the bed. Jacey watched in disbelief as Fynn sat on the bottom edge of the bed, before Aden helped drape him over Fynn's knees. As Jacey felt himself hardening where his Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 28

cock sat between Fynn's thighs, he groaned, embarrassed by the turn of events and his reaction to it. He heard Fynn chuckle, but not in a reassuring way. "It's flattering, pup, and a totally normal reaction, but it will be a while yet before we get around to dealing with that." Jacey still had no idea what his mates were planning, but afterward, as the first smack landed with clinical precision on the curve between his bottom and thigh, as fire spread outward from the large handprint he was sure was blooming on his skin and his back arched to cope with the sensation, he would think back and be grateful for that. As Jacey's mind struggled to cope with the magnitude of what was happening, he slowly realized that this was a joint effort. The strikes were twofold, Aden coming from below to strike his leg, Fynn following through from the top to strike down on the upper swell of his arse, causing the entire area to burn. As the fire spread, Jacey moved beyond the pain and slipped into a space in his mind he had never visited before. A place where he still existed, could still hear and feel everything that occurred, but where the pain merged with other sensations, building his pleasure nearly to orgasm. Jacey could hear his mates speaking as if from far away, his brain failing to process exactly what they were saying. *** "Is he...?" Aden asked, easing off the last strike. Aden looked down at him with what Fynn thought was shock and awe.

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"I think he might be," Fynn replied, feeling slightly shocked himself as he applied cooling gel in soothing, circular motions. "I have never put a lover in sub space before, not even you. I never imagined..." "We are close to evenly matched, love. It was one of the reasons we always felt something was missing. But no, I've never experienced this phenomenon before. He's a natural, and beautiful in his ability to let go." "Indeed. Although his release shows his utter trust in us, will he recognize, as we do, this interlude for the wonder it was?" Fynn shifted Jacey around, gently turning him over before moving up the bed to lay him down on his side on the soft downy cover. "I guess we will see, but I have no intention of letting him see it in any other way, or ever letting him go." *** Returning to himself, Jacey would have really liked to enjoy the warm, mellow feeling a little longer. Obviously, that wasn't meant to be. His world crashed back into reality as Fynn's statement about never letting him go registered. Jacey watched Fynn move into the bathroom. The tingling, almost stinging sensation he could still feel in his buttocks only added to the panicked sensations Jacey now felt. There was no way he wanted to go through that again. Moving as quickly as his body would allow, Jacey jerked upright. Moving off the bed, he grabbed his terry robe on the way through and was out the door and heading down the main stairs of the house before he heard anything on his mental three-way radio. 'Aden...' growled Fynn. Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 30

'On it,' was the response, and Jacey's only warning as he reached the bottom of the staircase. Trying to think of where he might go, his world was tipped upside down yet again. His next view was of Aden's admittedly scrumptious backside as Jacey raised his foot to retaliate. *** Aden carried Jacey back into their bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him with his foot before carefully laying Jacey on the bed into Fynn's already waiting arms. "We will let that one go this time around, pup. We know you're scared, but run again and we will need to repeat the whole process. The pain you would experience being separated from us would be worse than the pain of discipline." Aden climbed into the bed on the other side of him and completed the Jacey sandwich. Jacey ignored him, and for the first time since the connection was made, consciously made an effort to close a door in his mind. It must have worked, because he now felt truly alone, his brain cavernous, full of nothing but the emptiness of his own thoughts. After all he had experienced in the last day or so, this knowledge was truly depressing, especially since his mates were still on either side of him. Because his mates were still beside him, it came as a shock when the pain registered, starting slow and mild, but building quickly and steadily into blinding, migraine-like pain, before enveloping him in waves of shuddering sweats and nausea. It was this last that allowed Aden to break back through the mental barrier Jacey had erected, almost instantly eradicating all of Jacey's symptoms except for a mild headache. Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 31

"Do that again, pup, and you will cause yourself unnecessary pain. It's not just being physically away from your mates that sets off the mating mark; it works on a mental plane as well," Fynn stated, in a tone that sounded like he had been chewing on stones. 'I know you're tired, Jacey, and you can sleep in a minute, but first you need to know that this is for life. We will build trust between us. We all need to work at this, but if something scares you or you don't understand, you need to ask the questions, and we need to explain before we react,' Fynn continued, speaking mentally now. Jacey had to wonder if Fynn realized it was easier for him to handle that way. 'Then what did happen? Where did I go?' Jacey figured he might as well ask, if they weren't going to let him sleep. 'Have you ever heard the term sub space?' Aden asked. 'No, what does that mean?' 'When pleasurable stimulation of the body is such that it allows the mind to release and perceive things from a different point of view. We can't be sure yet, but the fact that you apparently went into sub space points to a natural submission we have both already sensed from you. It probably means that spanking won't be a disciplinary experience from here on out,' Aden finished wryly. Jacey had the grace to blush, a flush moving downward covering the upper portion of his chest. He caught Aden and Fynn glancing at each other over his head before they simultaneously leaned down and sucked a nipple into their mouths, licking and biting and loving on their little pieces of him, his tension and arousal building on top of those sensations already felt earlier. Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 32

Aden leaned up and kissed Jacey, a kiss full of tongue and teeth as he rolled over onto his back, taking Jacey with him to straddle Jacey's legs over his hips. Aden moved his mouth down Jacey's neck, using his hands to hold Jacey's hips still at the same time. 'Have you ever heard of frottage, little mate?' Aden asked. 'Unnghg,' Jacey tried to respond, before laughter from both shifters filled Jacey's mental space. It quickly disappeared as Aden rocked his hips up. Jacey broadcast the sensations to both his mates in retaliation for the teasing. He felt the vibrations as Aden groaned, before the scent of Aden's mating musk hit Jacey, furthering the torture. *** Fynn collected the lube and coated himself, not really needing much more help, what with the pre-come created from the image in front of him. Their little human mate's rosette was beautifully flushed and clearly visible between ruby red cheeks held wide by his shifter mate's large, work-darkened hands. As Aden's musk hit him, he could hold back no longer. Inserting two fingers, Fynn felt Jacey jerk as the moan passed along their mental link. Scissoring his fingers, he moved forward, pulling his fingers away and holding himself in position as he leaned over and slid his way in. Liquid fire, rippling waves of heat enveloped him, and Fynn started a rocking motion in time with Aden's thrusts underneath, sliding his hands up his pup's torso to tease and tug at Jacey's nipples, enjoying the warm flush spreading up his mate's back as the pleasure built. Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 33

All three could feel what the others felt as any walls previously left standing crumbled under the weight of their connection. Blown away by sensation, teased by both mates' scents right under his nose, Fynn bent down and clasped his mate mark between his teeth, a little growl escaping as he did so. He heard Jacey whimper as Aden pushed up to grasp the other shoulder in much the same manner. Both shifters tensed slightly as the connection coalesced, building with Jacey's impending orgasm before both bit down sharply at exactly the same moment. Two growls and one scream rent the air, the scream abruptly cut off as Jacey lost consciousness. Jacey came to moments later, aware of no other thoughts and nothing else but peace as two warm, smooth, male bodies enveloped him before sleep swept him away in its serene embrace.

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Chapter Five Oliver was still set on the idea of a town barbecue, so the next week for Jacey was spent furiously throwing together what would be needed to pull off a gathering that big. This was made especially difficult, as both he and Oliver were still coming to terms with overbearing mates, or in Jacey's case, two overbearing mates, and what it meant to be at any sort of distance for any length of time from said mates. There were many interruptions, and Jacey got really sick of walking in on Oliver bent over the cold room shelves. The first time it happened, Aden happened to be close enough to catch sight of the mental image of Oliver and Angus in Jacey's head. Fynn could only shake his head in wonder at Aden and Angus, who had almost come to blows over the incident. With everyone being so newly mated, the men's possessiveness had blown out of proportion. The whole thing had left Jacey with the headache from hell trying to deal with the mental connection to Aden when feeling such strong emotions. After that, Jacey put a 'busy' signal in place, not needing the added aggravation. Whenever Jacey needed mental time-out, he would just start singing show tunes, having learned a few days prior that neither mate liked them. Fynn and Aden couldn't get out of his head fast enough, but the connection was never closed off. He was pretty sure Oliver was just as sick of catching Jacey with one or both mates, too, because after one particularly memorable afternoon, it was Oliver who suggested the dorm room solution to the problem. *** Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 35

Two hours before the barbecue, Jacey walked around the corner into the kitchen with a topside cut of meat for Fynn to prepare, only to stop in his tracks just before entering the kitchen. He finally realized the buzz he had been hearing on and off for the last few minutes was Fynn and Aden having a conversation they obviously thought he wouldn't be close enough to hear. Before Jacey could wonder too much about why, he spied Angus sitting at the kitchen table reading, obviously well aware of what was going on not five meters away, judging by the smirk and covert looks in his mate's direction. '...don't think he'll go for it, you can't push him.' 'If we don't push him, it will never happen. It has been forever. I want my mate here.' 'Our mate, and don't you think I feel the same? But the last time you got demanding, he took off.' 'If we had mated with another dingo, they would have been completely comfortable with us since the instant we realized we were mates. I was being patient waiting for Jacey to decide to completely move in with us, but he's taking too long.' 'Yeah, patient for you, not patient enough for him, and we're back to where we started. You can't push him, especially right now, when he's so busy helping Oliver. It will just come back around to bite you in the arse.' 'You are aware, if you simply worked with me...' 'He would feel confronted,' Jacey injected, cutting Fynn off as he finally worked out who was who in this mental back and forth, sick of hearing the debate go around in circles, especially when it was about him. The sight of both his mates' reactions as it hit them that not only was their human third within hearing distance of their mental conversation, he was also in the same room with them without either of them realizing it, Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 36

said more to Jacey than anything else ever could. He knew in an instant that his scent was now so bound with that of his two mates, and their mental communication so seamless, it was almost as if they had always been three instead of two. It was Fynn who recovered first walking over to Jacey and greeting him with a long and loving kiss. Fynn continued with the mental conversation as if Jacey had always been involved. 'Aden is feeling lonely when you leave for home. We were just discussing how to broach the subject again of you moving fully into the pack house. Everything you could need or want is here.' 'Hmm, yes, I find it suits my dingo to have you close at hand. I'm feeling extremely possessive after last week's stunt,' Aden injected, obviously covering for Fynn, although why he bothered was beyond Jacey when they all knew who the overbearing one in this threesome was. 'Firstly, I already told you I couldn't help walking in on them, but we've got a system now. You should know, having used it not an hour after they were done, to my extreme embarrassment. And, secondly, it's not as if I haven't been here nearly twenty-four seven anyway.' 'Not good enough,' came the implacable response. 'I, we, want you here all the time, but apart from that, we need the knowledge that you are here to stay.' 'Let us let you in on a little secret. Mated males are very insecure and jealous in their mating until the dingo feels his new mate is secure in his 'lair'. Having you almost come and go at your leisure this last week has put both our dingoes on edge; we are now having trouble keeping control. If you don't move in of your own accord, we'll do it for you.' Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden - 37

Jacey started laughing at Aden's last comment, knowing they would do nothing of the sort. If there was one thing Jacey had learned this week, it was that his happiness was paramount, and if he wasn't ready to give up his own place, there was no way his mates would force the issue. At the same time, Jacey's mind reeled at all that Aden had revealed in that last statement. This information, on top of his earlier satisfaction at the proof of their connection, eased Jacey's mind, and as his laughter eased, he allowed how good he felt to show. 'Huh. You know, if you idiots had just said something earlier, I would have dealt with it sooner. I've been busy with Oliver, and you lot haven't been helping, interrupting whenever you felt like it. If it makes you feel better, go and get my stuff yourselves.' Jacey pulled his keys out of his pocket and handed them to Fynn, who reached out to grab them before they fell to the floor. 'It's that easy?' Aden asked. 'It's that easy,' Jacey responded. With a growl, Fynn threw the keys over his shoulder and surged forward, collecting Jacey with a hand under each butt cheek, slamming his mouth down on Jacey's at the same time, using momentum to carry them backward into the pantry. Aden followed, laughing quietly and hanging the agreed-upon signal, a pair of underwear, on the door handle before closing the door on the way.

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Word Meanings:

Balaka: Content

Barrabooka: Hunting ground

Boorri: Fire

Burrabil: Light

K'gari: Fraser Island, meaning paradise

Waangoo: Dingo

Other Slang:

Bundy: Bundaberg Rum. A popular alcohol named after

the town it's made in, Bundaberg, located on the

southern coastline of Queensland, Australia.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher. Shifting Perspectives Book Two: Jacey, Fynn, and Aden SINGLE SHOTS An imprint of Torquere Press Publishers PO Box 2545 Round Rock, TX 78680 Copyright © 2011 by Nerine Petros Cover illustration by Michelle Lee Published with permission ISBN: 978-1-61040-190-6 www.torquerepress.com All rights reserved, which includes the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever except as provided by the U.S. Copyright Law. For information address Torquere Press. Inc., PO Box 2545, Round Rock, TX 78680. First Torquere Press Printing: March 2011 Printed in the USA

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