“It’s been a while, but we’ve been looking for a man to get us back in the game,” Wes said bluntly.
Valentin grinned. “At your service.”
Wes raked his gaze over him. “I think you might be right.”
“Me too,” Assa agreed.
“And why do you think that?” Valentin asked.
To his surprise, Assa stepped closer and mashed their bodies together. Wes looked on approvingly as his husband looped his arms around Valentin’s neck. “Because I sensed something from the moment I saw you in the window. A pull I’ve been waitingto feel for a long time, and now that I have, now that Wes has, I don’t think we should waste this night.”
“Fuck,” Valentin whispered reverently as he gazed into Assa’s amber-colored irises. He cursed again when he felt Wes’s hand on his ass.
“Alpha—” Assa carded his slender fingers through Valentin’s hair. “If you want me, you can have me.” He looked over at his husband. “You can have both of us.”
Valentin’s cock jumped as he stared at the man’s plump pink lips. At Wes’s nod, he leaned down and kissed Assa with everything he had.
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 satisfyingzip.
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 bedelicate. If you do something we don’t like, we’ll tell you, but you should feel empowered to…try things.”
