Wyatt hummed with pleasure, closing his eyes as he rested his cheek on the top of River’s head. “Yes.”
It had always been like this between them, as if they shared one brain. He agreed completely with River. Bel was theirs. Of course, he wasn’t sure if Bel understood that yet, but he would with time.
“Then why are we hiding out in the kitchen when we could be wrapped around an adorably cute vampire, making him very, very happy?”
“That is a good point. We should go check on him.”
“Distract him, you mean.” River pressed a kiss to his chin before releasing him.
Wyatt was smiling as he followed River from the kitchen to the living room. His man was all about action. It meant that he was more than a little impulsive at times, but he also kept Wyatt from getting bogged in useless thoughts and not doing anything.
As he’d expected, Bel was sitting on the couch, almost exactly how they left him, his gaze distant, as if he wasn’t even aware of where he was or that he was no longer alone. River sat on one side of him, laying his head on his shoulder. Bel jerked and blinked up at Wyatt and down at River.
“Winter is going to look into the local wolf pack,” Bel said.
“That’s nice of him.” River murmured. He nuzzled closer, rubbing the tip of his nose against Bel’s neck. A soft gasp left Bel’s parted lips, and his eyes started to close.
“Yes, well, I think part of it is that Winter is simply curious about werewolves.” Bel smirked up at Wyatt. “My younger brother prides himself on knowing a little bit of something about everything.”
“Do you need anything?”
“What?” Bel blinked as if trying to focus his thoughts and failing. River had turned his head, and he could imagine the wolf teasing along Bel’s ear. He knew firsthand the magic his mate was starting to weave.
Fuck. He was getting hard just seeing them cuddled on the couch together.
“Do you need something to drink or eat? Do you need to feed?”
“Oh, no. I’m fine. Thank you.”
Wyatt stretched out his hand toward Bel. “Then let’s go to bed. It’s late.”
There were still a few hours until sunrise, but he had no problem with wearing Bel out until he collapsed in a tangled pile of sweaty limbs.
“Oh…I…”
River lifted one hand to cup the side of Bel’s face, turning his head so that their noses were rubbing together. “Please, Bel. You promised you’d let me show you my fantasy.”
Wyatt was starting to have his own fantasy of sitting in the corner, stroking his dick, while River and Bel fucked each other. There would be nothing more beautiful in this world.
“You’re sure?”
“Definitely. Want to taste you,” River said in a harsh whisper.
“Okay,” Bel said in a shaky whisper. He turned slowly toward Wyatt and took his hand, letting himself be pulled to his feet.
Wyatt kept tugging until Bel’s long, slender body crashed into him. Bel was only a little shorter than him, and Wyatt growled at how perfectly they lined up from knees to lips. Bel’s hard cock brushed against his and Wyatt shifted his hips while grabbing Bel’s ass, holding them tightly together.
A long, low moan rose from Bel’s lips before Wyatt could capture his mouth. Bel was his, the same way River was his. Every moan and every shudder, he wanted to taste them on his tongue.
When he lifted his head, Wyatt looked over his shoulder at River, still seated on the couch, one hand shoved down the front of his pants as he stroked himself.
“We need to get upstairs now,” River said through clenched teeth. Wyatt was not going to argue.
Wyatt kept Bel tucked into him as they cut across the living room and up the stairs. He didn’t hesitate as he turned them toward the guest bedroom he and River had been using. The orders for various clothes and household supplies had included several bottles of lube. Wyatt also couldn’t be sure of the sleeping arrangements, but he wanted to ensure that Bel’s scent was in their sheets for at least one night.
River moved around them and flipped on one of the floor lamps on the far side of the room. Just enough light to cast everything in a soft, warm glow.
Standing in the center of the room, Wyatt pulled Bel in front of him again, lining their bodies up so that he could feel each of Bel’s ragged breaths and the rapid beat of his heart. His face was beautifully flushed, and his lips were parted. There was such need and hunger stamped on his features, but there was a nervous wariness in his eyes.
Wyatt placed his palms on Bel’s tense shoulders and pushed down, running his hands along the muscles of his back to knead his ass, molding that slender body to his. “When we’re together like this, it’s all about pleasure. What makes you feel good. What makes River feel good. What makes me feel good.”
River took his shirt off and pressed along Bel’s back, nuzzling his face into Bel’s shoulder before kissing his jaw. “We want to make you happy, Bel.”
“But I don’t know how to make you happy,” Bel said, his voice falling off into a moan.
“That will come later.”
“But—”
Wyatt captured Bel’s lips in a deep, draining kiss. His tongue explored the vampire’s mouth, learning every inch of him. This was only the beginning; he wanted to memorize every part of him, and he was happy to spend the rest of his life doing it. When he finally broke off the kiss, River reached up and turned Bel’s head, taking his mouth in another kiss that had Bel sighing. He relaxed against River, allowing Wyatt to step away enough to start undressing him.
Carefully, he undid the adorable bow tie and tossed it aside. He’d never seen the vampire looking anything but dapper regardless of the hour, but now he’d get to see all of him in the flesh. This was better than unwrapping a gift on Christmas.
Fingers deftly slid buttons through holes, and he pushed the two halves of the shirt aside to reveal perfect pale white skin broken only by a dark trail of hair leading from his navel into his pants.
Wyatt slid his hands up Bel’s chest and the vampire moaned, pulling his mouth away from River to look at Wyatt. “God yes,” Bel hissed.
“Tell us what you want. What’s your favorite thing?” Wyatt asked.
“I don’t have a favorite.” Bel’s eyes shifted away from Wyatt’s face to land on his shoulder.
River finished pulling off Bel’s shirt and pressed his bare front to Bel’s back, earning him a blissful sigh at that first touch of skin-on-skin contact.
“You must like something,” River insisted.
Something nagged at Wyatt, and he frowned. “Bel, this isn’t the first time you’ve been with a man, is it?”
River’s panicked eyes shot up to Wyatt’s over Bel’s shoulder. Yeah, Wyatt’s brain was struggling with the idea as well. Bel was close to two hundred years old. How could he still be a virgin after all that time?
“No, not really,” Bel said, though he still wasn’t meeting his eyes. “Years ago…when I was still human. Rafe took me to a place. They were commonly referred to as molly houses.”
“A gay brothel?” River asked.
Bel’s smile returned. “Something like that, but it was also just a place to drink, play cards, and socialize. But yes, I hired someone…to…suck my cock,” he finished softly.