“Then I suppose he’ll have to get used to being tended to,” Valentin said.
“You’re right,” Wes said, panting. “I’ve been foolish. We should always do this.”
As Assa laughed, Valentin stuck another finger in his hole, using the two invading digits to tap against the spot that drove him wild.
“Stars!” Assa shouted. “It’s already too good. I can’t hold off.”
“Then don’t,” Valentin said. He bit Wes’s ass cheek and said, “Excuse me for a moment.”
He flipped Assa onto his back, keeping his fingers lodged in his body, and sucked down his pretty cock in one go. Thirty seconds later, Assa cried out, unloading down Valentin’s throat. Valentin swallowed every drop of cum before pulling off, kissing Assa’s inner thigh.
Assa threw an elbow over his eyes and lay against Valentin’s pillows, blissed out. Valentin spared him a grin, then returned his tongue to Wes’s ass.
Valentin worked Wes over, licking deep within him and relentlessly nibbling at his rim. At the same time, he snaked a hand forward to stroke his shaft.
“Fuck!” Wes came with a roar, shooting into Valentin’s palm as he clenched around his tongue.
A wave of accomplishment passed through Valentin. Bringing his hand to his mouth to lap away Wes’s release, he soared knowing that he’d satisfied both men. But he had no time to think about it before Assa was tugging him down into the sheets. The betas returned to their positions on either side of him.
“Any special requests?” Assa asked. Wes latched onto one of Valentin’s nipples and began to suck.
“Just touch me.” Valentin dug his fingers into Wes’s hair as the sucking turned to light biting. “I don’t care how.”
Assa scooted down the bed until he held Valentin’s cock between his lips. He mouthed at the sensitive head and kept his motions slow and languid, enough to tease Valentin but not enough to get him off.
Valentin expected Wes to follow. But he didn’t. Wes nosed into Valentin’s neck, rubbing his face against Valentin’s scent gland.
“What do you smell like?” he asked.
The question took Valentin by surprise. No beta had ever asked him that. Scenting was such a unique part of the alpha/omega dynamic, most betas simply ignored it.
“Smoky sage,” Valentin rasped, realizing the scent was in the room with them, even if there was no one there to notice.
“I’m imagining it,” Wes said. “Imagining it like it belongs to us.”
To acknowledge his scent, hisalphaness, was a big deal. And Valentin understood the desire to belong to them too. He didn’t want to scare them, especially with everything they still didn’t know about each other, but it felt like these werehisbetas. It had felt that way at the club, it had felt that way during their text exchanges, and it felt that way now.
Valentin couldn’t give them his scent. But he could give them another big piece of hisalphaness.
“Suck my cock,” he commanded.
Using hisalpha voice.
The low timbre had the immediate effect he’d expected. Even with his mouth around Valentin’s shaft, Assa shivered. Wes nodded wordlessly and slid down the bed.
The couple took turns licking and sucking Valentin’s rock-hard cock. He kept a hand on each of their heads, guiding their movements as he released throaty grunts of pleasure.
“Yes, my betas,” he growled. “Suck me. Make me come.”
He could hardly believe the possessivemyhad left his mouth. But he wouldn’t take it back. These men were his. The thought triggered a surge of lust so strong, Valentin came undone.
His shaft erupted, coating Wes’s and Assa’s faces and his own belly.
The couple made a show of licking Valentin’s cum off each other and him. Afterward, Assa collapsed on the bed while Wes went into the bathroom, returning with warm washcloths.
Wes paused as he swiped a cloth over Valentin’s back shoulder. “Is this the only tattoo you have?” he asked.
“Yes. A bunch of zinnias. I got it just before I moved to Bellwether. It helps me remember the one thing that mattered in Warburton. Someday soon, I’ll tell you about it.”
