Those dark eyes were locked on Bel, holding him pinned to the bed, while he slowly pushed inside of River. All three of them moaned. Bel couldn’t look away from Wyatt as he thrust into River’s welcoming body.
And there was no stopping the rush of pleasure. It all crested so quickly. Bel found himself thrusting lightly into River’s mouth, lost to the sensations and beauty before him. His orgasm broke loose suddenly, pulling his balls up tight against his body, and he emptied himself down River’s throat. The wolf moaned and drank him, swallowing everything. He caressed his dick with his too-talented tongue.
“Delicious,” River panted when he finally allowed Bel to slip from this mouth.
With a snarl, Wyatt stopped thrusting to wrap one arm across River’s chest and lift him upright. He placed his hand around River’s throat, forcing his head up so that Wyatt could plunge his tongue deep into River’s mouth while he resumed fucking his ass. Bel knew Wyatt could taste him on River’s tongue, share his orgasm.
When he broke off the kiss, Wyatt wrapped his free hand around River’s dick while he continued to thrust into him. River cried out. Words of pleading and pleasure poured from his lips.
Bel lay on the pillows, his body completely sated, and yet his dick tried to stir. Never in his life had he witnessed something so beautiful or erotic. Their bodies were pressed so tightly together, sweat glistened on their skin. The room was filled with Wyatt’s broken pants and River’s cries.
With one last broken shout, River was coming, shooting across Bel’s thighs and stomach. Wyatt cried out, his movements becoming slightly jerky as his orgasm swamped him. They stopped moving and held each other for a moment, River still wrapped in Wyatt’s arms. River tilted his head back and Wyatt kissed him slowly, tenderly. Treasuring him and what they shared together.
When Wyatt’s arms unwound from around River, he crawled up to the top of the bed and collapsed on one side of Bel. Smiling, Bel turned his head on the pillow and lightly kissed River’s forehead, the bridge of his nose, and finally his lips.
“You are so beautiful,” Bel whispered.
River hummed his pleasure, his eyes already heavy. “And you look like a decadent prince who has been worshiped by his subjects.”
The bed shifted, and Bel looked toward Wyatt. He was surprised to find the man crawling up the bed toward him. He slowly bent his head and licked up a streak of River’s cum from his thigh and another across his stomach, his long silken hair whispering along his skin. When he finally reached Bel’s lips, Bel didn’t hesitate to kiss him, tasting River and possibly even himself on Wyatt’s tongue.
Wyatt smiled when he broke off the kiss and pressed his forehead to Bel. “Thank you for sharing yourself with us.”
Bel sighed. He didn’t know what to say, but there was just something about the pleased look on Wyatt’s face and the way River was snuggled up against him; he was sure he didn’t need to say anything at all.
Wyatt adjusted the covers and pulled them over all three of them before settling down in the bed on the other side of Bel.
“Should we shower?” Bel said around a yawn.
“Tomorrow,” Wyatt murmured. “Tonight, I want you to smell like us.”
River rubbed his head along Bel’s shoulder and hummed again. “Ours.”
Bel rested his head on Wyatt’s shoulder and closed his eyes. River had his arm thrown over Bel’s waist so that he could rest his hand on Wyatt’s chest. Their legs were all tangled together; Bel could no longer be sure who he was touching. All he knew was that he was wrapped in warmth and happiness. Everything else could wait.
For tonight at least, he was theirs and they were his.
14
River ran through the woods. The cold wind buffeted against this thick fur while muscles stretched with each leap and bound. Paws dug into earth just starting to thaw at the close of winter. The air was rich with smells: rabbit, dirt, owls, and mice.
The run was made all the better because Wyatt was right by his side, barely half a step behind. He’d let River take the lead and was now following his every twist and turn through the forest surrounding Bel’s house.
Living with Bel had been absolute heaven. Sure, meeting with the Variks hadn’t been a rousing success, and the new threat from the local pack wasn’t reassuring either, but Bel was steadily regaining his confidence. He said they’d find a way through this, and River believed him.
Other than those hiccups, everyone was happy. He was spending more time in his human form again and changing only when he was in the mood. Wyatt was always close by. If River felt like it, he could reach out and touch him, hold him, kiss him, and no one threatened to kill them over it.
They were finally getting a taste of the life they’d always dreamed of.
And it was made all the sweeter because of Bel. Their vampire might be a little buttoned-up and reserved in normal, everyday life, but the moment they pulled him off to bed, he was an open and adventurous lover. After their first night together, Bel never returned to his bedroom; he curled up with them each night.
It was more than the fantastic sex. Bel made them feel at home in his life and house. They’d fallen into a comfortable routine. Wyatt and Bel would rise at the same time and retreat to the laboratory for a few hours before River stumbled out of bed. They’d eat together and Bel would help River for a while with Winter’s guitar, then get some work done and they’d have dinner. The day would end with them snuggled on the couch for a couple of hours, watching TV or just talking.
Bel was even encouraging them to dust off old dreams. It was more than River finally learning to play an instrument. He was trying to convince Wyatt to return to school, and River was secretly considering it as well. He’d always dreamed of writing music for movies or maybe even his own symphony. They had a chance to build actual lives again.
But River had no intention of building a life that didn’t include Bel.
Wyatt yipped suddenly at River and jumped ahead of him. River barely had enough time to dig in his back paws and turn to save himself from crashing into his lover at the last second. He’d been lost in thought when he should have been paying attention to his surroundings. Were they too close to the edge of Bel’s property?
The threats from the pack were all too real, but Bel and Wyatt were confident no werewolf would cross into Bel’s territory to attack them. Albert had given them a week, and it had been only four days.
Wyatt had stopped completely, his body tense. River started to nudge his companion when the wind shifted, and he caught the scent clearly. Blood. Lots of blood. And it was relatively fresh.
Very carefully, River edged around Wyatt to find him staring at the body of a naked man stretched out across the forest floor. His vacant eyes stared up at the black sky, and his pale skin glowed in the dim moonlight. At least, the skin that wasn’t covered in bites and blood. His throat had been torn out, and there was evidence that he’d been mauled by more than one wolf.
The telltale brush of Wyatt’s magic indicated he was shifting to human form, and River followed.
“Who?” River whispered the second he could clearly speak.
“I don’t know,” Wyatt said with a shake of his head. He inched a little closer but was careful to keep several feet away. River had no interest in getting a closer look at the dead man. “I think he was a wolf.”