Chapter Twenty-Six
Wes
Wes watched Valentin kiss Assa senseless. From the way his husband hissed out a breath the moment before their lips touched, he knew they’d done the right thing following the security guard up the stairs.
The note was a nice touch. Wes had been intrigued. But it was Assa buzzing with the rush of being chosen that truly tipped the balance for him. Being admired was his husband’s most reliable aphrodisiac. He loved getting that boost, that sense of being selected.
Maybe that was what had changed since they’d moved to Bellwether.
In the past, a more seductive cat-and-mouse game had been nice to have when they’d sought bedpartners, but Assa hadn’t required it.
Perhaps now it was non-negotiable. The validation of being chased had been missing from their interactions over the last few weeks.
Meeting men from the apps was too clinical, too easy.
But having a mysterious alpha gaze at them from a hidden window?
Then go to the trouble of soliciting them via his guard?
That was something else. Sexy and bold. In the end, it was lust that had driven Wes up the stairs.
He wanted to watch Assa get fucked. Maybe get fucked himself—although that was a rarity and always a game-time decision.
Most importantly, he wanted Assa to get what he craved.
Wes’s erection was rock solid as he touched the alpha’s ass.
He made out the sculpted muscle beneath the silk of Valentin’s pants.
Although Valentin was smaller than other alphas he’d met, standing at Assa’s height but not as broad as Wes, something about the way he carried himself made him seem larger.
Valentin pulled away from Assa’s mouth and stared intensely at him. He moved his hand to Assa’s cock, rubbing firmly over his jeans. Angling his neck sideways, he took Wes’s mouth, putting his other hand on Wes’s pants until he was stroking both of them.
Wes reveled in the strength of Valentin’s kiss. The alpha’s tongue pushed between his lips, demanding entrance.
Wes’s knees shook when Assa sucked the hollow above his shoulder. Valentin and Assa caressed Wes’s cock together. The zipper pushed against his shaft as it pulsed under their ministrations.
Without breaking their kiss, Wes undid the buttons on Valentin’s shirt and unbuckled his belt, pulling it through the loops with a satisfying zip.
Assa helped Wes loosen Valentin’s pants and they slid down his legs.
They pushed his shirt off his shoulders until it pooled on the floor.
Wes released Valentin’s mouth and looked down at the outline of his cock in his tight boxer briefs.
He might be of smaller stature than some alphas, but he certainly wasn’t lacking in the monster dick department.
Valentin stepped back, his legs hitting the desk behind him.
He pressed a remote, and blackout shades descended over the window to the dance floor.
The suite-style office became a maze of dim shadows, lit only by two tall lamps at opposite ends of the room and a fish tank perched behind an oversized couch.
“The people below can’t see us anyway,” Valentin murmured. “But it never hurts to be careful.”
“No one will come in?” Assa asked. “Your staff?”
“They know better.” Valentin walked to the door, the litheness of his nearly naked physique on full display. “But I can lock this if it makes you more comfortable. I just didn’t want to presume to lock you in while we—”
“Please lock it,” Assa said breathily.
Valentin turned the deadbolt.
Facing Wes and Assa, he trailed a hand lightly over his chest, inching slowly toward his erection. “As much as I’m happy to put on a show for you—” he teased a finger in the band of his underwear “—I’d love to see you both as well. If that’s okay?”
Assa looked pleadingly at Wes, who smiled in understanding.
“Alpha,” Wes intoned, closing the distance between him and Valentin.
“Feel free to be assertive. Demanding even. This is going to go better, and we’ll all have a lot more fun if you…
give in to your instincts. Especially with Assa.
” He ran a hand across Valentin’s pec, squeezing almost painfully.
“We’re here because we want to be. You don’t need to be delicate.
If you do something we don’t like, we’ll tell you, but you should feel empowered to… try things.”
The knowing grin that overtook Valentin’s face made Wes’s stomach somersault.
Valentin eyed Assa. “Strip,” he commanded. Stepping back from Wes, he looked at him. “You too.”
Wes swallowed roughly. The enigmatic alpha was going to give Assa what he needed, and he was going to give Wes exactly what he wanted.
Wes shucked off his socks after removing his T-shirt and jeans. He stood next to Assa, both clad only in short white boxer briefs.
Valentin stalked toward them, palming himself over his underwear. “Uh-uh-uh,” he tutted, wagging his finger back and forth. “Everything comes off.”
Wes caught Assa’s trancelike expression as he obeyed.
When they stood naked, Wes met Valentin’s steady gaze.
The alpha moved forward and placed a hand on their shafts. He stroked languidly, not enough to get them off, but enough to keep them hard and on edge. “Such pretty beta cocks,” he cooed. “We are going to have so much fun.”
Assa moaned.
“I don’t mind taking charge,” Valentin said.
“But it would be helpful if you gave me a better idea of exactly what you’re looking for.
I’m up for anything, but you should tell me your limits.
” He leaned down to punctuate his businesslike request with a quick kiss to the tip of Assa’s cock.
“It might also be easier to have this conversation on the couch.” He coaxed them over to the midnight-blue sofa.
Valentin sat on one end and tugged Assa down to straddle his lap. He motioned for Wes to sit on his other side. As soon as he did, Valentin gripped their heads and engaged them in a sensual three-way kiss that made Wes’s toes curl.
It had been a long time since Wes was this eager to take part. As happy as he was to be a voyeur, he wanted to be close to this alpha.
Assa must have sensed this difference. He kneaded Wes’s lower back, massaging his ass as he used his other hand to hang on to Valentin’s shoulders.
Eventually, Wes pulled away from the kiss, laughing breathlessly. “About that conversation…”
Valentin chuckled. “Sorry.” He circled a finger around one of Assa’s nipples. “Once this amazing man was in my lap, my brain melted.”
Wes’s lips turned up. “I can sympathize.”
Assa chuckled and fell forward into Valentin, exhaling loudly. “I wanna get fucked,” he mumbled into the alpha’s chest hair, the same chestnut color as the curls on his head.
Valentin’s pupils widened at Assa’s blunt request.
“He wants to get fucked,” Wes confirmed, rubbing a hand over Assa’s ass, dipping two fingers into his crease to tease his hole. “And I want to watch.”
“Just watch?” Valentin asked.
“I’m not sure,” Wes hedged. “I usually get off. Sucked or jerked or just take care of myself.”
Valentin nodded, and Assa wiggled on his thighs.
“I go with the flow,” Wes clarified. “See how I feel in the moment.”
“And do you ever like to—” Valentin waved his fingers.
“Have someone top me? Not generally, but there have been times I’ve enjoyed it.”
“Alright,” Valentin said. “I’ll make sure not to push. But then, you have to promise me.”
Wes smirked. “What?”
“If you need something from me, something more than what I’m giving you, you ask for it.”
Wes locked their gazes. “I can do that.”
***
Five minutes later, the three men moved to the plush rug in the center of the office. Valentin produced candles, which made the lighting moody rather than sinister. They moved the coffee table and tossed the couch cushions on the floor, making a bed of sorts.
A cozy place to fuck.
Wes lay next to Assa, raised up on an elbow and spooning him from behind. Valentin stood above them, holding a bottle of lube he’d produced from a desk drawer. He removed his boxer briefs.
Wes’s mouth went dry at the sight of Valentin’s glorious alpha cock, its swollen pink head leaking pre-cum. In front of him, Assa squeaked.
“Sure you’re okay with all this?” Wes whispered into his ear. “If this isn’t what you want, you can always say so.”
“If you try to derail this train, I will hurt you,” Assa half-joked. “I want this. Valentin’s who we’ve been waiting for.”
Wes kissed his shoulder. “I think so too.”
Valentin knelt in front of them and ran his knuckles down Assa’s shoulder and torso. When he reached Assa’s waist, he transferred his hand to Wes, sliding it along his hip and thigh.
“I have condoms,” Valentin said. “If you want to use them.”
After exchanging a look with Assa, Wes shook his head. He supposed this was one of the nice things about having sex with an alpha. They didn’t get sexually transmitted diseases. If they were having sex with another beta, condoms would be a must. He tried to imagine why Valentin had them handy.
“Do you keep them around for omegas?” Assa asked, apparently wondering the same thing. “For pregnancy prevention during heats?”
“No. I don’t fuck omegas.”
The decisive words fell with finality from Valentin’s mouth.
The usual reason for an alpha not to have sex with omegas was because he was in a committed relationship with a beta or bucking social stigma to be with another alpha. It was unheard of for an unattached alpha not to sleep with omegas at least occasionally.
Wes was sure there was a story there, but Valentin didn’t offer details, continuing simply, “I have condoms because some betas like to use them.”
“Makes sense,” Wes said. “We would if you were a beta or an omega, but honestly, since it’s safe, we’d rather go bare.”
“This reminds me of sex ed class back in high school.” Assa grinned at Valentin. “Alright, now that we’ve gotten the condom talk out of the way, how about you join us on the rug?”