“I’m gone,” Valen said, turning. The tips of his ears were red. Was he embarrassed because Harris kissed him? Or because he was in a rut for Sam?
Sam looked back at Harris, trying to figure out what was going on. “H-Harris?”
Harris focused back on Sam. There was no surprise in his expression, only a calculated hunger, like he’d meant for all this to happen. “I mentioned that Valen is my roommate,” Harris said slowly. “But he’s also more than that.”
Halfway across the kitchen, Valen swore. Spun around. “Damn it, Harris!”
The questions that bloomed in Sam’s mind faded when Valen stalked back, his russet eyes flashing. Sam couldn’t help looking at the hard line in his boxer-briefs.
So maybe he’d been thinking a little too much about Valen’s cock, and maybe he knew how exactly it would feel sliding between his cheeks, probing his hole. It would push inside, fill him up, nudge right against his prostate.
Sam groaned, trembling. He was dripping in his jeans, his hole squeezing at the thought of Valen. And of Harris, with his sturdy hands, those soft lips.
Were Valen and Harris seeing each other? Was that kiss abnormal, or did they... also fuck? Sam reeled, trying to imagine that. Two alphas shouldn’t go together. He’d rarely seen alphas dating, had never thought it would go well. But Valen and Harris, twisted up in bed? It was a surprisingly delicious image.
He inched away as Valen strode forward, his biceps flexing, his chest broad behind that thin shirt. He’d aged a little since Sam left—his gaze was older, warier, his full lips the same as Sam remembered. His hair was all blond spikes now, and his muscles had bulked, his arms strong, his thighs thick. He was taller than Sam, and so was Harris.
Harris was older, his hair streaked with gray, his limbs sinewy, but no less corded with muscle. Beneath Harris’ leather jacket, Sam had felt the definition of his abs, the sheer heat of his body. He was handsome in a distinguished way, his jaw lightly stubbled, his gaze sharp. An alpha like Harrison Fields... well, Sam could see why Valen would fuck him. Sam would, too.
If Harris had been serious about Sam sleeping with either of them, maybe even both... Sam would be an idiot not to, with his heat making him leak like this.
“I-It’s okay if you’re seeing each other,” Sam blurted, his tongue too thick for words. “I don’t—don’t mind.”
Both alphas looked at him. Harris’ eyes gleamed. Valen hesitated, looked at Harris, then back at Sam. “I’ve broken up with you,” Valen muttered. “I don’t think we should.”
Except his cock jerked. Valen was hard, his precome soaking through his boxer-briefs, the thin, translucent fabric stretched across his dusky tip. Back when Harris had kissed Sam, and Valen had strode up... Valen’s hands had brushed pleasure into Sam’s skin.
Yeah, there was the past. Sam knew that. “It doesn’t mean we’re making up or anything,” Sam said, his throat tight. “It’s just... just for tonight.”
“You’re going with each other, then?” Harris asked, looking between Valen and Sam. “I’ll sit back. It’s fine.”
“You damn well won’t,” Valen growled. He bore down on Harris, slid his fingers roughly into Harris’ hair, and yanked Harris close, kissing him hard on the lips. Pushed his tongue into Harris’ mouth, backing him into the counter. Then he ground his cock against Harris’ hips, reached down, and tugged on Harris’ belt. Harris let him.
Sam watched, his cock aching so hard it was all he could do not to touch himself.
In seconds, Valen had undone Harris’ jeans, shoved his hand past Harris’ waistband. Valen’s hand worked, squeezing around Harris’ cock.
Valen was familiar with Harris, just like he’d been with Sam years back. Watching them, Sam felt like the odd one out, like he should probably leave.
“You damn well finish what you started,” Valen said. He scooped Harris’ cock and balls out of his pants, let them hang out. Harris was half-hard, his eyes narrowed, his breaths coming slow and deep. “I’ll let you have my ass if you really want it,” Valen said. “Or Sam’s. I don’t care, we could share. But I’m not doing this alone.”
“Fine,” Harris said, reaching down to squeeze Valen’s cock. Then he thumbed Valen’s tip, flicked it through his underwear, and Valen groaned.
Maybe Sam shouldn’t leave. Harris, fucking Valen’s ass? Or both of them taking turns with Sam? Each thought left Sam breathless, left his body so tight he couldn’t move.
Valen pulled away from Harris, shoving him toward Sam. Sam froze, far too aware of both their gazes raking over his body, lingering on his cock in his too-tight jeans. Valen had seen Sam’s cock once upon a time, seen every inch of Sam. But Harris was new, he was rich and older and surely he’d seen a ton of omegas, and they all probably looked better than Sam.
Valen released Harris; Harris stepped forward, touching Sam’s cheek again. Polite of him; Valen had gone straight for Sam’s sensitive spots. Neither was bad.
“Sorry about that,” Harris murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against Sam’s. “We’ve never had a third. If you’d like to join us...?”
“Yeah,” Sam breathed. “Please.”
Harris smelled like oak. Valen’s musk had filled the kitchen, but as Harris caught Sam’s lips, Sam smelled his arousal, felt the light touch of Harris’ fingertips down his side. His body sung. Harris flicked his tongue across the seam of Sam’s lips, licked into his mouth. Harris’ tongue was soft and damp, and it sent an electric jolt through Sam’s nerves.
Behind him, Valen whispered, “Just for tonight.”
Valen closed his lips around the scent gland at Sam’s neck and sucked, and white-hot pleasure seared down Sam’s spine.
Sam gasped into Harris’ mouth, his body arching. Against Sam’s lips, Harris rumbled. “Very nice.”
“Sam’s so damn sweet,” Valen growled, his large hands sliding around Sam’s waist, his teeth dragging against Sam’s scent gland. They’d talked about bonding, once. Never made it
