River’s heart picked up its pace. He’d been positive there was no way to love Bel more, but he had given him yet another reason. “You’re sure?”
“Yes. Just leave me a little something when you finally stumble out of the shower.”
A smile teased Bel’s lips, and he gave a little shake of his head. At least the sparkle was back in his blue eyes. “Don’t take too long or I will force my way into that shower.”
“I’m counting on it.”
River dropped the towel and watched as Bel strolled out of the bathroom. That man had a gorgeous ass.
But it had to wait for now. He needed to see to Wyatt first.
Stepping into the cloud of steam in the shower, he was immediately wrapped in a pair of strong, wet arms. They slid around him, pulling him in against Wyatt’s larger body, until he sighed.
“You scared the shit out of me,” Wyatt growled into his hair.
“I’m sorry. I never want to scare you.”
Wyatt’s arms tightened, threatening to crack ribs, but he submitted to it all. Wyatt would never hurt him. He was just gripped with fear and the ugly memory of how close River had come to death.
“I know, baby. I just…I can’t lose you. I won’t survive if I lose you.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to remind him that Wyatt was stronger than he was giving himself credit for, that they had Bel now, he could survive for Bel, but those weren’t the words Wyatt needed to shake off the last tendrils of terror.
As Wyatt’s arms loosened a little, River turned and threw his arms around Wyatt’s neck. “Wash me. Feel that I’m healed and strong again.”
With a nod, Wyatt scooped up the thick cake of soap that was already filling the air with a fresh, clean scent. Starting with his neck and shoulders, Wyatt slowly worked his way down his body, scrubbing away all traces of dirt, soot, and blood. The bastard also avoided touching his straining cock, but he could feel the need already bubbling inside of Wyatt. Not to mention the brush of his own hard dick.
When his body was clean, Wyatt picked up the shampoo and started working his fingers through River’s hair. A low moan escaped his parted lips, and any tension still thrumming through his body evaporated. Wyatt had amazing hands, strong and firm. He always knew just the right amount of pressure to apply to turn River into useless goo.
As Wyatt moved him under the spray to rinse out the suds, his dick brushed along River’s hip, and he couldn’t help a snort.
“What?” Wyatt asked.
“Richard,” River replied with a little giggle.
Wyatt chuckled. “I doubt his brothers are going to let him live that down.”
River blinked away the water as he looked up at Wyatt. “Has that happened to you with a vampire? The drunkenness. Like with Brett?”
“No. Never. But then, Brett never fed from me when he was hurt. I think…I think Bel was in worse shape than he let on. The blood soaked in too fast for him.”
It was a chilling thought. Had they been close to losing their Bel and not known it?
River tossed the idea away as soon as it formed. Bel was almost completely healed now. A few hours of sleep and he’d be his usual inquisitive, overprotective self.
“Mmm…hiding something like that. Maybe Bel should be punished.”
River’s only warning was a low growl before he found himself shoved face first into the cool ceramic tiles. Wyatt stepped in close, rubbing his hard cock against his crease.
“Like you need to be punished for scaring me?”
Opening his mouth on a noisy pant, River pushed backward into that beautiful cock, desperate for every dirty thing running through Wyatt’s head. He was alive and he wanted to feel everything.
“Yes, but don’t start something unless you’ve got at least two rounds in you.” River reached back and dug his fingers into one cheek, spreading himself so Wyatt could get that much closer to his hole. “I’ve got a new fantasy I want to try out with Bel, and we’ll need that perfect cock rock hard.”
“Really?” Wyatt’s dick moved away from River’s ass, and he felt the brush of nimble fingers against his pucker. “Are you saying the only way I can properly punish you is with my cock in your ass?”
He could hear Wyatt moving behind him, but before he could turn around, his hand was knocked out of the way. Wyatt grabbed both ass cheeks and spread him wide. The flat of his tongue swiped across his hole. A howl left River and he clawed at the tile in front of him as pleasure soared through his body. It was instantly too much and so fucking perfect. He wanted to crawl away and shove his ass closer at the same time.
“Wyatt!” he cried out as his lover sucked and licked him. River kept his hands pressed to the wall in front of him. If he touched his aching dick, he’d come, and he didn’t want to come yet. Not like this. “Please, Wyatt. Need you inside me.”
The werewolf growled and River curled his toes. God, he could feel that sound through every inch of his body. “I fuck you now, I’m coming inside you.”
“Yes, please,” River panted.
There was a long pause where Wyatt didn’t move, and River whimpered. He didn’t want him to stop. Needed him to do something.
Teeth nibbled on one ass cheek and River shivered. “You want me inside you now and you want me hard for your Bel fantasy. Now I’m very curious as to what’s in that dirty mind of yours.”
“You’ll love it. Promise.”
Wyatt didn’t need any additional prodding. He shifted to his feet and heard the plastic snap of a cap. River looked to find Wyatt squeezing lube into his hand.
“Are you kidding me? There was lube in here?”
Wyatt grinned. “I guess Rafe wasn’t kidding when he called Marcus and Ethan kinky.” Using his wide body to block the spray, Wyatt spread the lube on his dick, and River’s mouth watered. He wanted that. No, needed it.
“Not complaining,” River muttered as Wyatt stepped into him. Slick fingers circled his hole a couple of times before two pushed inside. The burn was intense, but it gave way so fast to pleasure it stole his breath away. He pushed backward, fucking himself on Wyatt’s thick digits, wanting so much more. “Enough prep.”
For once, Wyatt didn’t argue. He withdrew his fingers and pressed the head of his dick into his hole. Teeth bit down on his shoulder and Wyatt pushed into him in one long slide. River cried out again. So full. So fucking full at last.
“Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Own me.”
Wyatt snarled as he withdrew and slammed home again, forcing River to brace both of his hands against the wall to keep his body from hitting it. “You are mine. You belong to me. Will always belong to me. Always belong to Bel.” He punctuated each sentence with another thrust. He paused long enough to adjust River’s stance, tilting his hips just enough that when Wyatt slid into him again, he perfectly pegged his prostate.
“Wyatt!” River shouted. “Close.”
Wyatt sped up, the wet slapping of their skin echoing through the bathroom. Strong fingers wrapped around River’s dick. Each thrust pushed him into Wyatt’s fist, sending him over the edge. He cried out as his cum painted the wall. Muscles jumped and tightened, squeezing Wyatt even tighter inside of him. Wyatt shouted and came hard, filling him with delicious heat.