Valen stepped close, took Sam’s cock in his hand. Stroked it firm and slow, so Sam gasped, rocking his hips, trying to chase his pleasure.
Maybe they didn’t have to talk about the past. This was just one night, and Sam could return to his life after he stepped out the door.
Slowly, Harris fucked Sam with his finger, swirling around, hooking inside him. Valen leaned in, dragging his nose against Sam’s cheek, breathing him in.
“Do you... have an alpha?” Valen whispered.
In the middle of a gasp, Sam froze. Shook his head. Valen growled. Then he cupped Sam’s face, and dragged the scent gland on his wrist down Sam’s throat, marking him with sandalwood.
Sam’s breath rushed out of his lungs. He hadn’t belonged to anyone in a while.
“Just for tonight, you’re mine,” Valen murmured. He stroked his wrist over Sam’s cock—he had command of Sam’s pleasure, now.
To be Valen’s again... It was comforting. Good. Right now, with Harris’ finger pressing down on his prostate, Sam couldn’t remember why he’d left.
Something settled in his body, coiled tight. Sam’s cock dripped onto Valen’s wrist. Valen growled, brought his hand up. Licked Sam’s precome off his skin, rolling the taste of it in his mouth. Sam’s cheeks burned. That, too, was intimate.
Then Harris slipped his finger out of Sam, and spat. A moment later, the thick, blunt head of his cock nudged between Sam’s cheeks, pushed against his hole. Sam gasped, squirming, rocking back against him.
“Gonna slide in,” Harris murmured, holding Sam firmly by the hips.
“Yeah,” Sam said. Met Valen’s eyes. Valen watched him hungrily, his gaze raking over Sam’s body, lingering on his face.
Harris gripped Sam, pushed in, his cock nudging easily into Sam’s hole. Sam gasped as he stretched around Harris, his body taking in that hot length, his cock jerking at the invasion. Harris swore. Then he slipped out, thrust back inside, and Sam shuddered, his body thrumming with pleasure.
“Gods, Sam,” Harris rasped.
“Sam’s good,” Valen growled. He looked at Harris, too, then grabbed Sam’s hips, and pushed Sam back onto Harris, so Sam took Harris’ whole cock in one swift stroke.
Sam shuddered, his body squeezing. Harris was big.
Harris swore. He fucked slowly into Sam first, his strokes deep, forcing Sam’s precome out of him. Sam panted. He held on to Valen’s arms, his thoughts wiped blank. He hadn’t been fucked in a while, and this, well.
“The two of you look so good,” Valen whispered. He took Sam’s cock in his hand, stroking him lightly. Sam cried out, jerking. It felt as though he would come any second, his pulse throbbing between his legs. “Big H will make you feel great.”
Harris fucked Sam deeper, made him writhe. Valen growled appreciatively.
“That’s enough,” Harris rumbled. He slowed his thrusts, pressed kisses to Sam’s shoulders. Then he slid out, leaving Sam empty.
Sam whined, reaching behind, spreading himself to tempt Harris back inside.
But all Harris did was touch a fingertip to Sam’s hole, circling it. “All yours, Valen.”
Valen sucked in a breath. Sam met his eyes, caught the desire in them, a flicker of uncertainty.
So Sam whispered, “Please,” and turned, presenting himself to Valen.
Once upon a time, he’d loved Valen. He didn’t know if he still loved his alpha—those feelings had been buried too deep for him to be certain. But as Valen wrapped his arms around Sam’s waist, Sam felt the care in his touch, the hot desire.
And so Sam spread his legs, pushed his ass up for the alpha he’d once thought of as his own.
Valen slid into him, smooth and thick. Sam stopped breathing. He’d liked Harris inside him; Harris was careful, he’d felt good. But Valen—Valen had known Sam once upon a time, had held him when he cried. He’d fucked Sam until Sam writhed and screamed, and he could do it again.
Valen stroked Sam’s hips now, digging his fingertips into that one sensitive spot. Sam cried out, took Valen’s cock all the way inside. His cock throbbed; his ass squeezed around Valen, welcoming him. Valen hissed.
Then he fucked into Sam, deep and hard. Sam shuddered, dripping.
“Good?” Valen asked.
“Y-Yeah,” Sam said.
Harris stroked Sam’s face, his fingers caressing Sam’s jaw. Sam met his eyes—Harris was kind. Valen belonged with him now, and Harris was sharing Valen with Sam, just for tonight.
Sam reached for Harris’ damp cock, stroked down his length. Harris groaned, threw his head back. And as Valen picked up his pace inside Sam, Sam bent over, took Harris into his mouth, and sucked.
Harris groaned. He tasted like musk, like Sam.
Behind, Valen cursed, fucking harder, hitting Sam’s prostate over and over. Sam shuddered. Moaned around Harris’ cock. He lost track of time, was only aware of the building need in his body, the way Valen pounded into him, and Harris’ salty precome on his tongue.
“Touch Sam’s cock,” Valen growled. “Just—just under his head.”
Sam couldn’t see the look they exchanged, but he felt Harris reach under him, taking Sam’s cock in his warm hand. Harris slid his finger under Sam’s foreskin, stroked him just under the tip like Valen had done. Pleasure sizzled down his nerves.
“G-going,” Sam gasped, his tongue dragging around Harris’ tip. “I can’t—can’t hold—”
“Come for us,” Valen panted, his cock surging right against Sam’s prostate. Then he reached around Sam, twisted his nipple, and Sam choked on his moan, pleasure crashing into his body as he came, his spine arching, his toes curling, his thoughts wiping blank.
Behind him, Valen cursed, his strokes growing feverish. His breathing stuttered. He thrust a final time into Sam, then held still, his cock jerking, spilling into Sam’s body.
Sam groaned, stroking Harris’ balls, sucking until Harris gripped his hair. Then Harris came with a grunt, spurts of bitter seed in Sam’s mouth, his cock pulsing against Sam’s tongue.
Sam swallowed, sucking the last drops from his tip, his limbs growing weak as his body processed his release.
He fell forward. Strong arms caught him, straightening him up. Sam leaned back into Valen, drowsy, his thoughts a whirl.
“Want my knot?” Valen asked in his ear.
Sam nodded. Wasn’t sure
