"This is so good," Hobi complimented with his signature beaming smile as he took another sip of his cocktail. Yoongi had outdone himself; the strawberry and lime margaritas were delicious... and heavy on the booze!

Once we'd left the strawberry farm, it was decided that everyone would come back to mine and Yoongi's for some drinks and nibbles. Jin and I got to work on the food, while the others were hanging out. I kept finding myself looking over to the other side of the kitchen where Yoongi was showing Jimin how to mix drinks. I loved how my two mates were getting along. There were no fights for my attention, no jealousy-driven spats, and I heard no complaints from either of them that I was spending more time with one than the other.

The only one who held any complaints over our relationship was me.

"So he still hasn't kissed you?" my brother asked quietly under his breath so only I could hear as he sliced the bread to go along with the dip I was making.

"No," I whispered back, making sure to keep my volume down too so my mates didn't hear me. As much as this was about them, I didn't want them finding out by overhearing my venting conversation with my brother. "And Yoongi has refused to sleep with me as to not make Jimin jealous. He said something about not wanting to flaunt our mate bond."

To say I was pent up would be like asking if an active volcano on the verge of eruption would blow soon. As much as I hated asking Jin for sex advice, I had no idea what to do. Yoongi was literally the only person I'd slept with, and not once had I ever thought I'd have two potential sexual partners at the same time. I was out of my depth; as a result I sucked up my pride and asked my brother how to seduce my mate.

If Jin's bright red ears were any indication, he was just as embarrassed as I was. My brother's high-pitched laughter poured out as he hid his face behind his hand.

"Yah! You can't ask me that!" he cried out, alerting Hobi and Namjoon, who both came running to join us. One look at our faces had my surrogate brother asking what was going on. "Cara here has just asked me for tips on how to seduce her mate," Jin blurted, his words flowing fast and running together.

I spun around to look at the area where my mates were last, my shoulders relaxed as I saw the rest of the kitchen was empty.

"I thought things were hot and heavy with you and Yoongi," Hobi commented, stealing a slice of the bread and scooping out some of the dip I'd just placed into a bowl.

"Not that mate," I hissed, trying to keep his voice down. I relayed to the two newcomers my situation, trying to downplay the sexual frustration I was feeling.

"Okay, let me see if I get this right," Namjoon said, becoming serious like he was trying to wrap his head around a very complicated mathematics equation. "You've been Jimin's mate for nearly three weeks now and you guys haven't kissed, or done anything else?"

I shook my head and gave a verbal confirmation that he was correct in his assumption.

"Oooh, I've got an idea," Hobi beamed, grinning widely. "Show them both what they're missing and make the first move. Jimin might be shy or cautious because he's not wanting to step on any toes."

"I agree," my brother chimed in, nodding. "I imagine it would be nerve-wracking for Jimin, what with you and Yoongi already a fully mated pair."

"So, when everyone leaves later on," Joon said quietly, making us all lean in closer like he was spilling the secret to the universe, "make an excuse to go upstairs. When you're up there, change into something that tells both your mates exactly what you need."

Do it, Cara. Wear your sexiest lingerie... or none at all... and get laid!

With a game plan mapped out, I just had to wait until the others left. Operation 'Make The Beast With Two (or three) Backs' was in full effect.

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"I thought they'd never leave," I sighed as Bang Chan and Felix finally walked out the door. The others had left about half an hour ago, but my cousin and his mate hadn't picked up on the cues I'd been putting out.

If they stayed any longer, they might have caught a show with me mounting Jimin out of sheer desperation.

I gathered up the plates, glasses and cutlery and took them into the kitchen. The washing up, however, could wait until after my plan was completed.

"Jimin, you're welcome to stay," I heard Yoongi say from their spots on the couches.

Yes. God yes, please stay so you can fuck me every which way to Sunday.

"Are you sure? I mean, are both of you sure? I don't want to step on any toes." I could hear the want seeping through Jimin's uncertainty. He wanted to be here as much as we wanted him to stay, except he was too nervous to ask.

I decided to take the bull by the horns, so to speak. I stalked over to my new mate, placed my hands on his puffy cheeks and planted my lips squarely on his. At first when he made no move to reciprocate, a wave of dejection flowed over me but thankfully the feeling of Jimin's lips massaging my own in a bruising kiss had that negativity dissipating, and me soaring high.

Shit, if he nearly makes me cum with just a kiss, I might die when he fucks me.

After what felt like an eternity spent kissing each other, I pulled away. As much as I wanted to return and never part from his lips, I made my way across the room, my fingers grazing where the feeling and taste of his kiss lingered.

"Foxy, if you even think about walking out that door before I come back down," I warned from the bottom of the staircase, "I will be very upset and hurt. Please say you'll stay the night?" I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from grinning like a mad woman as Jimin nodded his head vigorously.

I rushed upstairs, stumbling as my body was moving faster than my feet. I heard the two men chuckle and voice how cute they found me.

Before I even got to the top of the stairs, I was pulling off my clothes. Walking into the wardrobe stark naked, I smirked and bit my lip as I quickly found exactly what I was looking for. In no time at all, I was standing in front of the full-length mirror admiring at myself wearing something a little less comfortable and a lot sexier than what I had on before.

Let's see if they find this cute.

I must admit, I did feel beautiful and sexy in the exceptionally sheer brown mesh and lace nightgown that left very little to the imagination. The deep, plunging neckline only just contained my breasts; my nipples visible and pebbled beneath the delicate fabric. A decorative lace belt around the waist was the only thing that kept the gown fastened; the bottom of the nightie open at the front, displaying a matching pair of lace panties underneath. I loved how the deep chocolate brown hue made my pale skin look even fairer than it was.

I gave one last look over myself, winking and giggling at my silliness before heading downstairs to give my mates the shock of their lives.

The way both Jimin's and Yoongi's jaws dropped as they gazed hungrily upon my barely clothed body when I stepped into the lounge had my confidence soaring. They looked at me like I was an ice-cream sundae topped in rich chocolate sauce. The way they were licking their lips as if I was a delicious morsel for them to consume had me positively aching for them.

"Fuck, you look and smell absolutely fucking delicious," Jimin uttered lowly with a growl, his voice taking on a deeper tone than I'd ever heard from him before. Hearing the Arctic fox swear was hot; the sinful words aroused me, causing my panties to go from damp to saturated in seconds.

As good as it felt seeing him react like this to me standing here in basically nothing, it also reminded me how I felt like I'd been friend-zoned by my second mate since the day I met him. "I was beginning to think you didn't like me, or that you didn't find me attractive," I whispered, finally letting out the words that had worried me for weeks now.

Jimin quickly stood up and was at my side in no time, wrapping me in his strong arms. "Cara, I'm so sorry if I made you think that. You consume my thoughts every day; just thinking about what I want to do to you... shit, it makes me so hard."

"So why hadn't you kissed me then? Why did I have to basically throw myself at you?" I asked, my vision was getting blurry as my bottom lip trembled. I didn't want to sound whiny or needy, but all my pent-up frustration and the thoughts of self-doubt were clawing their way to the surface.

"Darling, I know it's clique to say, but it was me... not you," Jimin whispered as he lifted my chin with a finger. "I was trying to let my instincts calm down before we did anything together. Fuck, all I've wanted to do since the moment I walked into that conference room and realised you were my mate was to mate and mark you. I have fantasised so many times a day about pushing you against the closest surface and taking you again and again. But I didn't because I don't want you to think that I only want you for your body."

I could tell Jimin was honest with his words; his eyes showed no signs of deception or dishonesty. However, I couldn't bring myself to completely believe his words, since they were just that... words. I'd been raised to believe that actions speak volumes, while words merely mumble.

"I love every part of you, Cara. You're so fucking gorgeous, Vixen; the most incredible person I've ever met," he whispered before gently placing his lips on mine for a soft and loving kiss. "If you'd let me, I'd like to show you exactly how I feel about you."

All I could do was nod and kiss my mate again. I didn't trust my voice, so I poured all my thoughts and feelings into the kiss. My lips told his that I too loved him, and that I wanted him in every way.

The sound of Yoongi standing to his feet broke Jimin away from my lips. "I- I'll leave to give you two some privacy," my cat hybrid said.

"No, stay if you want to," Jimin uttered, turning to look at the other hybrid. "You're her mate too. Plus, it's kinda hot."

Yoongi smirked, licking his lips slowly as he took his place back on the single armchair. By the tent that was growing in his pants, I could tell he was just as affected and aroused as both Jimin and I were. I never thought I'd be turned on by having someone watch me have sex, although here I was positively dripping at the thought.

Jimin stripped out of his clothes and moved to sit on the long couch, taking his place in the middle and looking like a fucking God with his legs spread so sinfully. Everything was on show, and I loved that it was all mine. His index finger curled slowly, a siren's call beckoning me to follow.

My body moved with a mind of its own but there was no way I'd tell it to stop anyway. Jimin was my Siren and I didn't give a shit that I was being called to my doom. When I found myself standing in front of the Arctic fox, he reached up and untied the robe, tugging it so it fluttered to the ground. Groans came from both in front and behind me as my mates took in my mostly naked body.

A honeyed arm gently wound around my waist, pulling me to straddle those thick thighs I'd been fantasising about for weeks. My legs were spread wide, giving Yoongi a show; I knew he'd be able to tell that my panties were in fact crotchless.

Below me, I could feel an erection pressing against my barely covered core, the throbbing and twitching member making me even more slick with need.

"Shit, my little mate, I thought you smelled incredible normally," Jimin basically growled, looking at me through hooded eyes, "but the scent of your arousal is fucking delectable."

"If you think she smells good, wait until you taste her," Yoongi spoke with a deep voice. "She's the most delicious thing I've ever tasted in my life."

Jimin licked his lips slowly. My eyes tracked the movement of his tongue as I slid my hands up his chest until my fingers nestled into the hair on his nape. I tugged hard enough to receive an erotic grunt; one that set my insides on fire.

"You can eat me all you want, Foxy, but first I want to taste you," I voiced before crashing my lips on his. As Jimin's lips moved in a passionate dance with mine, his hands pulled my upper body so we were as close to each other as we could get. The heat radiating off my mate, along with his scorching kiss, had me moaning in no time as shivers of need ran through me.

My hips began rocking, providing us both with a delicious friction. Loud moans filled the air but I couldn't tell where they came from. Jimin's hands slid down my body, worshipping my curves under his touch. Goosebumps littered my skin wherever he went until finally his movements stopped at my hips and he began assisting me to grind upon his length.

"I can feel how wet you are," he groaned deeply into my neck, his grip on me tightening. "I need to feel you without anything in the way."

I stood up and moved so both my mates could see me as I began undressing out of the lingerie. Seeing me before them in just a sheer bra and panties caused the two men to growl with need. As I dripped from their erotic sounds, I reached around behind my back and unclasped the bra.

Ever so slowly, I trailed it down my arms until I threw the fabric to Yoongi, who promptly inhaled my scent. Slipping fingers on each side of the lace panties, I went to slide them down my legs but a growl halted my movements.

"Let me." The way Jimin's voice dropped an octave made my stomach clench and my pussy throb. He sounded so sexy, especially when it was in conjunction with the lust-filled eyes that were raking over my mostly naked body; mine did the same – taking in every inch of his naked form.

I trembled, not in fear but with anticipation, as my Arctic fox mate stalked towards me like I was his prey after a long winter. His hands cupped both of my cheeks, guiding my lips to his for a soft kiss. The action was a complete juxtaposition to how he looked; his eyes contained a fire and lust that I hadn't seen before, and his cock was rock hard and weeping at the sight of me.

After not nearly long enough for my liking, Jimin broke away, licking the taste of me from his mouth as his hands once again followed every curve of my body. I was beginning to learn that he had a thing for feeling my naked skin beneath his hands.

I mewed in need as he massaged my breasts, tweaking the pebbled nipples in his fingers before he began his journey down my torso as he moved to stand behind me. The feeling of Jimin's hands skimming across my skin felt incredible.

After what felt like an hour, fingers found their way to my panties; however, instead of slipping the underwear down my legs, the sound of fabric ripping filled the air. I began to protest, but the sound of both of my mates chuckling stopped the grumbles in their tracks.

"We'll both buy you more, Kitten," Yoongi spoke huskily. I don't know if it was his gravelly deep voice – or Jimin's fingers, which were softly parting my folds – that made my legs weak.

"Fuck, you're so wet, Darling," Jimin groaned happily, kissing the back of my shoulder. "Is this all for us? Do Yoongi and I make you wet, dripping with your slick?"

The only thing I could do was moan and nod; the feeling of my mate touching me was simply too euphoric to do anything else. Jimin took his time, slowly exploring my sex and gauging what made me squirm. It felt so good, but I needed more.

I began pleading, begging to just be taken.

"You want me to fuck you like the good girl you are?" he asked, feeding one of his fingers into my hungry hole and making me sing his praises. "Darling, I love those noises you make... yeah those ones. You sound so beautiful begging for my dick."

"Foxy, please," I whined, placing my hand onto his one that was placed on my chest. He linked our fingers, connecting us while he finger fucked me. The sensations he was stirring within me were amazing, but I needed more than just his fingers.

"Shh, my love. Soon. You can have my dick soon," he cooed, kissing my neck on the opposite side to where Yoongi's mark sat. "But I have to stretch you out first. I don't want my knot to hurt you."

A confused look came across my face, making Yoongi huff a quiet laugh. "Baby, canine hybrids, and those evolved from them like wolves and foxes, have a knot."

"Basically it's a part of the dick that swells with blood during sex to help keep our mates connected as we cum," Jimin explained. His voice sounded so soft, unlike the fingers that rapidly thrusted inside me. "It's an evolutionary thing that helps in keeping the sperm inside to maximise the chance of pregnancy."

Anxiety built within me hearing about this. I had vaguely heard of knots from Jin, Jungkook, Bang Chan and Felix, but we weren't the type to delve into explicit details of our sex lives. Though to hear that Jimin had one was a bit of a shock; I hadn't realised they were part of the canine family.

Jimin stilled his movements as Yoongi made his way over to us. My feline mate placed his hands on my cheeks, making me lean into his touch.

"Hey. Baby, look at me." Yoongi's deep voice was soft and filled with nothing but care and love. If I wasn't already head over heels in love with him, any time my feline mate spoke to me like this would've been the thing that made me fall for him. "Cara, you and Jimin were both literally made for each other. so you were made to be able to take his knot too." He placed a soft kiss to the tip of my nose. "Besides, if you can handle my big cock, this little one is a piece of cake."

I giggled as Jimin began loudly protesting the fact that his dick wasn't little. He definitely didn't look small, but compared to Yoongi's massive cock, Jimin's was slightly shorter by an inch or so and a smidgeon thinner.

Even if he's not as big as Yoongi, it's still fucking perfect.

I took a deep breath and leaned into Jimin's chest, my head resting on his shoulder. The warmth of his skin on mine was delicious, like I had the sexiest personal heater. "Jimin, make me yours," I whispered, squealing and giggling as he picked me up and threw me onto the long couch.

"Angel, you're already mine," he growled, crawling up my body. "My beautiful, stunning, gorgeous mate."

"Our beautiful, stunning, gorgeous mate," Yoongi clarified.