“I think we can help each other,” Assa rasped.
Wes pulled aside the collar on Valentin’s button-down and mouthed the back of his neck. “I have an idea for how to spend the two hours before we need to be at the restaurant.”
Valentin’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He tipped his head back to rest on Wes’s shoulder. “I want to do this the right way,” he said. “I want this to be about more than just sex.”
“It’s more than that,” Assa said, looking at Wes to confirm they were on the same page. “But there will be time to talk during dinner. You can turn us down if you want, but we’d like to reconnect with you in this way. It’s been a while since that night at the club, and it might be good to…take the edge off.”
“There’s noright way, alpha,” Wes added. “There’s just doing what feels right to us.” He moved his hands down to pull Assa forward, sandwiching the three of them together. “And afterhearing you admit how lonely you’ve been, what feels right is for you to let me and Assa take you apart. We’ve been thinking about this for weeks, even with plenty of real-life stuff to occupy us.” He nibbled Valentin’s earlobe. “And we’re going to talk about all that over dinner, but right now, you should take us to your bedroom, so we can show you just hownot lonelyyou are.”
Valentin trembled as Wes tongued the shell of his ear.
“Okay,” the alpha murmured, rubbing his erection against Assa’s.
“I watched you fuck my husband so good last time,” Wes continued. “And I was thinking maybe you’d want to do that to me.”
Assa’s eyebrows popped up. He could count on one hand the number of times he’d seen Wes get fucked by another man. Even between the two of them, it rarely went that way. Wes gave him a look that said,yeah, I even surprised myself there.
The temperature instantly increased by a thousand degrees. Assa placed a firm, closed-mouth kiss on Valentin’s lips. “Please take us to bed, alpha. We’re on a schedule here.”
Valentin held Assa’s head in place as he recaptured his lips. “Absolutely.” He maneuvered to kiss Wes. “Apologies in advance if Decoy comes out to watch.”
Chapter Forty-Three
Valentin
Valentin lay naked on his bed with Wes and Assa on either side of him. Their clothes had come off quickly, and now he only had to worry about whether he might die of pleasure as the betas rubbed their cocks against his hips.
He reached down to Wes’s crease and dragged a finger across it. “I know you said in the living room that you want me here,” he said tenderly, circling the rim. “But the first time we do that, I’d like to take my time. So tonight might not be our night, if that’s okay with you.”
Wes rested his chin on Valentin’s chest, his dark eyes silver in the light. “Actually, that’s good. I may have been a littlein the momentback there. I don’t want to rush it either.”
“How long has it been since you—”
“Years,” Assa answered for Wes. “Meaning we can wait. As long as I have a front row seat when it happens.”
“It’s a promise,” Valentin said, kissing his alabaster forehead. “But I wouldn’t be opposed to a preview tonight?” He teased Wes’s hole some more.
“Preview?” Wes arched an eyebrow.
“Yes.” Valentin tapped his ass, then did the same to Assa. “On your hands and knees, both of you.”
Valentin sat back on his ankles and the betas didn’t argue. He supposed they were familiar with this version of him, the brazen man from the club. When he’d gone out earlier to purchase the bouquets, he almost hadn’t recognized himself. It had been a long time since he’d romanced anyone. He often thought of his stolen moments with Zeller, how doing something as simple as reading the same book felt forbidden and clandestine. He’d never guessed that those moments would be so precious, that there would be so few of them.
He needed to tell Assa and Wes about Zeller. They had a right to know that Valentin would always be missing a piece of his heart. He also needed to tell them about Bergam and his time in prison.
But they’d get to all that at the restaurant. For now, he had two gorgeous men in his bed, bent over on all fours and waiting for his next instructions.
He grabbed lube from the bedside table and warmed it between his fingers, then rubbed them against Assa’s hole. One fingertip slipped in easily, and he recalled how tight and perfect the beta’s passage had felt around his cock.
Keeping a finger in Assa, stroking him until he dropped his head onto the mattress, he turned his attention to Wes. Not used to having something in his ass, Wes yelped slightly when Valentin took a long, wet lick of his crack. He ran his tongue over the crease a second time, from the back of Wes’s balls to the bottom of his spine, before diving in to eat at his hole.
Valentin hadn’t had much opportunity in his life to do this. It was an act he rarely engaged in with hookups, although he’d done it to Assa their first night together. But as Wes writhed and moaned, he gained confidence he was doing an okay job at it.
“Fuck…alpha.” Wes’s breath hitched. “Fuck…fuck.”
“So eloquent,” Valentin mumbled into his skin.
Assa looked back over his shoulder. “Wes loves getting his ass eaten,” he said with a leer. “He never asks for it, though, and hardly lets me do it… Always too much of a giver.” Assa said it playfully, but Valentin sensed some concern behind the words.
