Wyatt released him, and Bel barely held back the whimper. “Get the lube and prep River while he holds his legs.”
Bel could only manage a nod as he pushed to his knees. He didn’t give in to the desire to grab River’s mouth in another kiss. Picking up the bottle of lube from where it was lying in the twisted blankets, he squeezed some onto his fingers. A fresh batch of nerves sprung up, and his breathing picked up. He’d never done this before. What if he hurt River?
River placed his hands behind his knees and pulled them up to his chest, his smile cheeky. “Don’t go slow. Give me two fingers.”
Bel looked over at Wyatt to find him holding out his hand. Without thinking, Bel squirted some lube into his hand, and the man smiled. “Go slow. Just one.”
“Wyatt!” River cried over Bel’s chuckle.
Very carefully, Bel rubbed the tip of one finger over River’s hole, circling it, adding just a little pressure. Bel leaned down and placed a kiss to the center of River’s chest, then moved lower, kissing his stomach. When he finally pressed his finger inside, he took the tip of River’s cock into his mouth. A choked plea erupted from River’s lips and Bel moaned. His body was so tight, so hot.
Bel straightened and looked at where his finger was disappearing inside of his lover. It was like he was swallowing him up, trying to pull him deeper, demanding Bel become a part of him.
“Wyatt,” River panted. “So good. Please. More.”
A moan left Bel as he watched Wyatt stroking himself before he finally dragged his eyes up to his face.
“Give him two,” Wyatt growled.
Bel withdrew his finger and slowly pushed in two. River tried to shift to take more of him as he swore and begged. Sweat was starting to glisten on his skin, and his breathing was coming in ragged pants. Bel fought the urge to rub his rock-hard dick against the bed or even River. He needed some friction, some damn relief. Between the wet sound of Wyatt’s hand working his dick, River’s pleading, and the hot grip of his body, Bel was already hovering on the edge.
“Wyatt,” Bel said between clenched teeth.
“Close already?” Wyatt teased. “I’m not sure River is ready.”
“Not funny, Wyatt. I need to feel him,” River begged. “I want my Bel.”
My Bel.
Those two words helped to settle Bel a little more. No one had ever called him that, but now he belonged to two men. Those two words came in a very close second to what had become his favorite phrase—Our Bel.
Smiling, Bel pressed a kiss to the inside of River’s thigh. On a whim, he allowed his fangs to slide down. He opened his mouth and allowed the tips to just graze the tender flesh without breaking it.
“Bel!” River howled.
Bel smiled up at Wyatt so he could see his fangs. He’d already sworn to never bite them, but he was allowing Wyatt to see what had pushed River closer to the edge. If it were possible, Wyatt’s eyes became even darker.
“Fuck him. Fuck him hard now,” Wyatt snarled, his hand speeding up on his dick.
Bel pulled his fingers free of River’s body, earning a little whimper. He grabbed the lube and slicked up his own cock before moving into position. His hands were shaking with equal parts nerves, excitement, and need. Very carefully, he pushed forward. The head pressed past tight muscles, and Bel froze as he was gripped in fantastic heat.
“Yes, Bel. Gotta move. Please move,” River pleaded.
Moving to brace his hands on either side of River’s head, Bel thrust, moaning at the exquisite pleasure. Silken heat and tight, breathtaking friction caressed his dick. Nothing had ever felt so wonderful.
And then he started plunging into River’s body over and over again. Oh, God! This was heaven. River moaned beneath him. He’d released one of his legs, and his fingers were digging into Bel’s hip, urging him on. Sounds and words were falling from River’s lips—mostly nonsense, but they painted a picture of ecstasy.
“Harder! Fuck him harder!” Wyatt barked. “I want all the wolves everywhere to hear him coming!”
Bel pistoned his hips, slamming into River. The room was filled with the sound of slapping skin, ragged pants, and River’s cries of pleasure. Bel was so damn close to losing his hold on his orgasm. Already he felt the telltale tingling at the base of his spine. He just needed River to go over first.
Wyatt reached his hand across River’s body and wrapped his fingers around his cock. It took only a couple of strokes, and River was coming. Screams in the forms of their names filling the room. His wonderful passage clamped down Bel, squeezing him even tighter. Bel shouted and came, pumping himself deep inside of his lover. He threw his head back, fangs fully extended. Instincts begged to bury them into River’s throat, chase the orgasm with another kind of pleasure. Let them both burn up completely.
But he grabbed the impulse and tucked it away before he could act. This was enough. This was perfect.
Blinking, Bel stopped moving and looked at River and Wyatt. Both men had streaks of cum across their stomachs and sated glows on their faces.
“Do you think they heard me?” River asked breathlessly. His voice was rough, and his smile was more than a little crooked.
Bel very carefully withdrew from River’s body and stretched out on top of his lover. “I think all my neighbors heard you.” Their lips met again and again in slow, lazy kisses. He looked over at Wyatt who appeared more than a little smug. “This was not what I had in mind when it came to rest and healing.”
Wyatt arched an eyebrow at him, laughter dancing in his dark eyes. “Are you complaining?”
“Not one bit.”
The wolf smirked, looking more than a little smug. “Good, because that has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Bel huffed a laugh as he laid his head against River’s shoulder while River wrapped his arms loosely around Bel. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear it sounds like you’re both purring.”
“Now I get why a cat does that. I’m feeling very content and lazy right now,” River said. His fingers slowly moved up and down Bel’s back in random designs, lulling him closer and closer to sleep. But he couldn’t sleep. He needed to get up, get a towel so they could clean up. He also needed to get some work done to protect his wolves.
Reluctantly, Bel pushed onto all fours. “Good. Rest. I’ll get a towel.”
River made a grab for him, but Bel easily slipped away. He escaped to the bathroom on legs that were still feeling way too wobbly. He quickly cleaned off and then wet a washcloth for Wyatt and River before tossing a clean towel over his shoulder. Standing by the side of the bed, Bel wiped off Wyatt while kissing the man. Wyatt’s color was looking better, and some of the bruises had faded as well. He wanted to think that the release had helped speed up the process, but at the very least it had helped him forget about the pain.
When Wyatt was clean and dry, he moved to River and repeated the process. Once they were both settled, Bel got out of the bed again.
“Bel?” Wyatt said. The man had no problem playing the alpha in the bedroom, but Bel loved how he was willing to relinquish that need for control once their play was over.
“I want you and River to rest.”
“But—”
Bel ran his hand through Wyatt’s long hair, smoothing it away from his eyes. “You and River protected me today. Let me do some things to protect you both.” He kissed Wyatt slowly one last time and smiled over at River. “Keep him in bed until those bruises are gone.”