Page 56 of Courting Danger

“I’d planned to talk to you both about the cabin situation,” Pope said.

Between the three of them, they had Roan back to being as relaxed as he’d been before Danger’s question.

“What about it?” Ocean asked.

“The short answer is I don’t like it,” Pope replied. “I’d rather have you three here with me. There’s plenty of room, and I’ve come to think of you as mine. It feels like a real home when we’re together. You don’t have to give me your answers tonight, but I wanted to put it on the table, so you know that I’d like to see us work on forging a relationship together. If that’s something you want, of course.”

“Since you shared something so big, there’s something I need to tell you both too,” Danger said, gaze shifting between Ocean and Roan. “Like Ocean, I’m a pup too.”

“B-but I thought you were a Dom?” Roan stammered.

“Sometimes,” Danger replied. “But with Pope all I ever wanted was to be his pup and let him take control.”

“Every dynamic is different,” Pope explained, “and shaped by the people in them, or at least, that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We have plenty of time to work out the way we were meant to fit together. Even after we do, there’s nothing saying it’s written in stone. It’s going to take time for us to learn what one another’s needs and desires are, but if you’re willing to give us a chance, I know we’ll figure it out.”

“I’m willing,” Roan said.

“Me too,” Ocean replied.

“I never should have stormed away from you,” Danger declared. “Nothing’s been completely right since.”

“Then that’s all we need for now,” Pope replied, hugging Roan and Ocean from behind while cupping the back of Danger’s neck and squeezing. “The rest will sort itself out.”