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 ofalphaness.
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 possessivemyhad 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.
Valentin freed his fingers. Wes immediately felt the emptiness, but he rolled to lie next to Assa. Sliding an armunder his shoulders, he glued them together at their sides before placing a soft kiss on Assa’s cheek.
Eyes fixed on Valentin, Wes pulled back Assa’s closest knee with his free hand. Wes’s cum leaked from his hole, dripping onto the plush rug beneath them.
