Chapter Twenty-Six #2
Valentin’s gaze heated. He shifted onto his knees but didn’t lie down. He slid his hand back and forth over his straining erection, circling his thumb across the red tip.
“Something the matter?” Wes asked.
“Just taking a second to admire the view. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to touch anyone so badly. Really, truly wanted to touch. And now—” his cock jerked in his hand “—I’m letting that want, that ache to put my hands on you, to claim you, work its way through my body.”
Assa trembled, whispering, “Alpha.”
Wes shuddered at his husband’s ragged voice.
Valentin couldn’t have known, but he was pushing every button Assa had, making him feel chosen. Assa’s pleasure became Wes’s.
Lust-drunk and dazed, Valentin kept stroking his cock.
“Do you know how stunning you are? When I saw you tonight, it was like I’d been struck by lightning.
Watching you dance. Then you came here to meet me.
So sexy and brave.” He ran a finger along Assa’s cheek.
“I want to make it good for you, because you made me want this.” He moved his hand to Wes, gripping his shoulder.
“Gorgeous betas. So much trust in each other. Now you’re letting me share it.
” He leaned down and kissed Assa, then brushed his lips across Wes’s. “Thank you.”
Wes felt Valentin’s words in his chest. He didn’t know alphas could be tender.
“Alpha,” Assa pleaded. “Need you.”
Wes’s eyes flashed to Valentin before he pushed Assa onto his stomach.
Assa crossed his arms beneath himself, resting his forehead on them.
Valentin stretched out on Assa’s other side, and he and Wes began rubbing Assa’s shoulders, journeying downward until they reached his peachy, freckled backside.
Valentin checked in with Wes one last time. “Still good?”
Wes winked, then watched hungrily as Valentin knelt between Assa’s legs. Spreading his ass cheeks apart to reveal a smattering of red hair, Valentin nosed into Assa’s crease. Darting his tongue out, he licked a stripe up the length of it.
“Stars!” Assa cried out when Valentin began working him in earnest, licking and sucking at his hole.
Wes stroked his own cock a few times before coaxing Assa, “Get up on your hands and knees, sweetheart.”
On shaky limbs, Assa did so, even as Valentin kept his tongue lodged in his ass. Wes slid underneath them, taking Assa’s cock into his mouth.
Assa’s shaft hit the back of Wes’s throat as he fucked his face mercilessly. Wes doubted Assa realized how aggressive he was being. He moved as instinct demanded, considering he had an alpha’s tongue halfway up his hole.
Wes’s eyes watered but he kept at his task, lifting his neck to bob on Assa’s cock.
Assa’s crease was so slick with spit that it ran down his thighs. Valentin sat back on his ankles and reached for the lube. He hurriedly slicked two fingers and eased them into Assa’s channel. Both went in easily. Within a minute, he added a third.
“I think you’re ready for me, my beta,” Valentin said. All three men paused a fraction of a second at the possessive my. It was usually reserved for committed partners.
But Assa was clearly too far gone to care about the slip. He reached back for Valentin. “Get inside me. Please.”
From his place below their bodies, Wes watched Valentin line up his length with Assa’s hole. Wes pulled off Assa’s shaft to suck his balls, giving him a close-up view of Valentin pushing inch after delicious inch of thick alpha cock into his husband.
Assa panted at the intrusion, his face the picture of ecstasy.
When Valentin bottomed out, he whispered, “Still good?”
“Very,” Assa answered.
Wes knew the question had been for both of them.
He rose up on his knees and pushed Valentin’s ass into Assa. “Fuck him good, alpha,” he said with a smirk. “Make him feel it.”
Valentin grabbed Wes’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, placing a harsh kiss on his lips before he put his palms on Assa’s hips.
And then, he began to fuck.
Wes kept one hand on Valentin’s taut backside as he glided in and out of Assa. With his other hand, Wes stroked himself.
“Do you want me to suck you some more?” he asked Assa.
“Not that your mouth isn’t amazing… But I think this massive alpha pole up my ass is about as much as I can focus on right now. Stars!” he cried out. “That’s the fucking spot!”
Valentin smiled and maintained his angle, hitting the place inside Assa that made his eyes roll back in his head. Once he had the rhythm, Valentin glanced at where Wes stroked himself.
“Can I?” the alpha asked.
“As long as you don’t stop fucking Assa you can do whatever you want to me.”
Valentin ran his thumb down Wes’s crease. “Anything?”
“Let me amend. You can do whatever you want to my cock.”
Smiling, Valentin grasped Wes’s shaft, working him as he kept a steady pace inside Assa.
A sheen of perspiration bloomed across Valentin’s torso.
It had been a while since Wes had watched another man move inside Assa, and he got bone-deep satisfaction from knowing the two of them could do this.
Assa got to feel special and desired, and Wes got to feel like he was taking proper care of him, not to mention getting something for himself.
Valentin’s hand on his dick was incredible.
Wes loved it when Assa’s long, slender fingers jerked him, but Valentin’s firmer grip already had him on the verge of coming.
He was so glad he and Assa had come to the club tonight. He needed this.
Wes reveled in Assa’s soft keens of pleasure and Valentin’s low grunts. He smelled the sex in the room, the sweat dripping from their pores, and he heard the wet squelch of the lube as Valentin used Assa’s hole fiercely.
It was different than it had ever been. Not only in the way Wes had already realized—that Assa had needed to be chased and chosen—but also in how it felt now.
There was something unique about Valentin. In the past, whenever they’d had a guest star in their bed, Wes always felt like he and Assa were having fun with other people. There was a clear line between them as a duo and whoever they were playing with.
This was different. The three of them were making love together. The separation between them and Valentin was almost nonexistent.
Assa’s next request signaled that he thought so too.
Angling his head over his shoulder, Assa glanced at Valentin’s hand stroking Wes’s cock. He looked at the alpha and asked, “Do you think the two of you could…share me?”
With a lazy grin, Valentin removed his hand from Wes and leaned back, placing a kiss on Assa’s lower back before pulling out of him. “I’d like to see that, actually.”
“Can you get on your back for me, sweetheart?” Wes asked Assa.
Blissed out, Assa rolled over and spread his legs wide, pulling his knees to his chest. Wasting no time, Wes grabbed the lube, slicked his cock, and lined up between Assa’s thighs. In one thrust, he buried himself in the familiar heat of his husband.
Valentin inhaled sharply.
With a reverent hand, he trailed down Wes’s back to his ass, teasing a finger over his crease as Wes flexed and pumped into Assa.
“You two are beautiful together,” Valentin breathed out. “I knew you would be. Just like on the dance floor.”
Valentin maneuvered behind Wes. He stayed upright on his knees while Wes bent forward, chest-to-chest with Assa.
The alpha’s quads brushed the backs of Wes’s thighs as his finger rubbed between his ass cheeks.
Valentin leaned down into Wes’s ear. “Can I?” he asked, wiggling his index finger closer to Wes’s hole.
Assa released a feverish cry, having heard the request.
Wes wasn’t one to deny Assa. He so rarely bottomed, and he didn’t know if he was there yet with Valentin, but the powerful desire to be close to the alpha persisted.
“Just a finger or two,” he murmured. “I’d like that.”
A growl escaped Valentin—his first genuine sign of alphaness.
He spread the lube on his index and middle fingers. Wes gasped as he worked first one digit and then the other into his ass. Almost immediately, his long, thick fingers found the spot that lit Wes up on the inside.
Valentin tapped it, and Wes nearly passed out from the pleasure of having his dick in Assa while Valentin fingered his hole. He bit his lip and whimpered—whimpered! He never did that—and fell back against the alpha.
Valentin sucked kisses into his neck.
“Does it feel good, my beta?” he asked in a gravelly voice. “You obviously take such good care of each other. I love being the one to take care of you now.”
Again, the possessive my had left Valentin’s lips. This time in relation to Wes rather than Assa. And again, Wes wasn’t going to think too much about it.
Based on the growling, and the rough but protective way he handled them, the sex had awakened Valentin’s alpha instincts.
Wes and Assa had been with alphas before, but they’d never experienced anything this intense.
Valentin remained in control of himself, but something primal lurked beneath the surface.
They couldn’t trigger him the way an omega would, that was biologically impossible, but it appeared they’d come as close as betas could.
“Yes, alpha,” Wes said soothingly. “You’re taking such good care of me. Your fingers…it’s like they belong inside me.”
Valentin growled again, louder, and nosed into Wes’s shoulder, mimicking the act of scent-marking. Wes wondered what Valentin smelled like to omegas. Whatever the scent was, it would be all over him and Assa.
Keeping his fingers lodged in Wes’s ass, Valentin reached his other hand to grab Assa’s dick, jerking it lightly with a lubed hand.
“I’m close,” Assa mumbled, almost incoherent. “Want you both to…finish…inside me.”
Wes nodded, wanting the same thing.
Valentin’s fingers curled and drummed the perfect spot. Wes shouted as he released into Assa.
“Fuck!” The force of his orgasm snaked through his body like a rocket.