Shifters with Secrets (An MMF Bisexual Threesome)(23)

Keene was sitting beside Ellis’ empty chair chuckling. “Wait. I’ll get you a booster seat,” he teased.

Ellis slapped Keene’s large head. “Shut up.”

Keene was easily the largest and strongest of the group but he wasn’t interested in being the alpha. He seemed like he was only interested in teasing the other six members of the Hudson Crew.

“How did it look out there?” Matteo, the number two of the bear pack, asked. He was sitting across the plane from Ellis, strapping on his flame retardant suit.

“Looks like fun,” Ellis said, smiling.

“We’re not here to have fun,” Beckett said walking between them. “Remember we go in, secure the fire, and leave. I don’t want to see any f*cking around like last time.” He turned and stared Ellis in the eyes. “Okay?”

Ellis looked away. “Okay.” He hated being told what to do, especially by his brother but he was the alpha and that’s the way it went.

“And I want all of you to wear your chutes this time,” Beckett said, throwing a parachute to Ellis. He caught it and placed it on the ground beside his feet.

Beckett turned and left to go speak with the pilot, a fox shifter named Marcus.

“Make sure you put it on,” Keene said, motioning to the parachute with his eyes. “I packed it up special for you. Ever try a parachute made of cement?”

Ellis kicked the pack. “Your head is made of cement.”

He sat with his arms crossed, wearing only a t-shirt and jeans, as the other members of his crew suited up in their yellow jumpsuits. Ellis hated wearing a jumpsuit. It restricted his movement, it was hot and he couldn’t phase with it on. He loved going down into a burning forest fire, ripping off his shirt and feeling the flames tickle his back. He didn’t understand why Beckett always made them wear it. They could all heal quickly if they got burned anyways. It didn’t make any sense.

“Alright we’re going to circle the drop zone,” Beckett yelled over the wind, pouring through the open door.

Ellis felt the plane bank and he grabbed onto his seat. Everyone stood up and strapped their parachutes on. Finch and Quint each picked up a huge padded chest with a ripcord on the side. They tossed them out of the open plane door. The ripcord on the chests would snag on the way down and open the parachutes. Someone would have to go retrieve the two chests packed with all of their equipment, food and water. It was usually Ellis.

“Everybody out,” Beckett yelled. Finch and Quint disappeared out the door, followed by Matteo, Sander and then Keene, until it was just Ellis and his older brother left in the plane.

Wind pushed Ellis back as he stepped towards the edge of the door. Beckett grabbed his arm. “Where’s your suit?” he asked with a stern voice.

“Don’t need it,” Ellis said and dove out of the plane headfirst.

Ellis sped towards the drop zone in the valley like a missile. He tucked his hands to his sides and shot towards the quickly approaching ground at a dangerous speed. The cloud of black smoke was pouring out of the trees in the close distance. It was growing larger by the second.

All of the other guys had their chutes open, falling gracefully to the ground. “Woooo,” Ellis screamed as he bolted closer to the ground beside the burning forest. He yanked on the cord of the parachute strapped to his back. His body jerked upright as the parachute mushroomed above him.


He dropped down like a stone in water. He waited too long to pull the chute, not leaving enough time to slow down properly. He slammed into the ground. Hard. “Mph,” he grunted as his legs absorbed the violent impact. The red parachute tumbled down over him like a soft blanket.

“I’ve seen nicer landings by crash test dummies,” Keene said, as he floated down beside him. “I think the cement parachute would’ve slowed you down.”

Ellis watched him land as he rubbed his twisted ankle. His fast healing antibodies were already flooding the area, repairing the damaged tissues. In a minute his ankle would be good as new.

“Do you ever shut up?” Ellis asked.

“Only when I’m eating,” Keene replied.

Ellis picked up a rock the size of a golf ball and threw it at him. “Well eat this.” Keene’s hand flew up as fast as a snake’s strike and caught it.

The others landed nearby and gathered around Beckett. Ellis unhooked his chute and strolled over.

“Alright I want this one done by the book.” Beckett pointed to the burning trees in the distance. “I want to clear a thick line over there. Well away from the fire. We’ll trap the fire in between our line and it can burn out to the river. I don’t want any phasing. We do this in our human forms. I don’t need your bears getting distracted with any fleeing deer again.” He looked at Ellis, the only one without a suit. “Since my baby brother forgot his suit in the plane, he’ll be a runner for the day.”

“What?” Ellis yelled, throwing up his hands. “Let me get in there. I’ll go right in the middle of it, clear the ground and stop the fire in its tracks.”

Beckett shook his head. “Too dangerous. We’re going to clear it out there where it’s safe.”

“But that’s going to take double the time,” Ellis complained.

Matteo darted over and grabbed Ellis by the neck with fingers like iron clamps. He lifted him in the air. “Are you questioning your alpha?” he hissed.