Valen pressed kisses down Sam’s chest, trying to get every inch of skin, except Sam’s hips bucked up against him, the musk of his arousal nearly bowling Valen over. Valen tried holding off. Tried kissing Sam’s belly, licking the hollow of his navel.
Sam drove his fingers into Valen’s hair, pushed Valen’s face between his legs, right against his covered cock. Valen throbbed. Sam needed him, and Valen’s instincts roared.
He yanked at Sam’s belt, tore his jeans open. Sam’s cock thrust up at him, thick and hot and desperate. Valen looked up. On the bench seat, Sam’s hair was splayed over the cushion, his skin pale in the shadows, his chest heaving.
Valen leaned in, brushed his nose up the underside of Sam’s cock. It jumped, smearing precome across his skin.
“Want something?” Valen whispered, that velvety skin catching on his lips.
Sam groaned, grinding against Valen’s mouth. “I don’t know what I want. Everything.”
He smelled like omega, like musk, and Valen dragged the flat of his tongue up Sam’s cock, tasting a hint of precome. He closed his lips over Sam’s base, licking him, sucking wet kisses up his skin, all the way to his tip. Sam whimpered, and Valen took Sam’s cock into his mouth, licking where his tip had pushed out of its foreskin.
“You taste so damn good.” Valen hollowed his cheeks. Sam whined, fucking up into his mouth, his cock smooth and heavy against Valen’s tongue.
Last week, Valen had been hesitant around Sam. Didn’t want to touch an omega he’d hurt.
Right now, Valen dragged his wrists down Sam’s sides, over his belly, marking his Sam as his own. Sam shoved his cock into Valen’s mouth, his desperation palpable between them.
Valen pinned Sam’s hips down. Took all of Sam into his mouth, heard as Sam choked on his moan. Sam was so hungry for him, with the way the fine veins crossed his skin, a salty drop of precome smearing across Valen’s tongue.
Valen sucked long and slow on him, then pulled off, letting his lips drag along Sam’s length. Licked his tip at the end, pulling down his foreskin to expose his sensitive head. “What do you want me to do?”
Sam threw his arm across his face, his other hand grasping a fistful of Valen’s hair. “I don’t—don’t know. Just want to come.”
Valen licked down his cock to his balls. Lifted them out of his pants, sucking on them one at a time. Sam panted, his balls drawing up tight. Gods, he was so sensitive, and he liked everything Valen did to him, his gaze cloudy with lust, his lips bitten red.
It was almost as if he’d never left.
Valen tugged Sam’s jeans down to his thighs, pressing kisses over his creamy skin. Let Sam’s cock jut up neglected as he cupped Sam’s ass in his palms.
“Valen, please,” Sam groaned, trying to spread his legs. Valen’s cock ached. It would be so easy to strip Sam, pin his legs open, and fuck into his ass. But this wasn’t about Valen’s pleasure—this was about Sam.
He licked up Sam’s balls, up his cock, slipping his tongue just beneath his foreskin. Swirled it around his head. Then he took Sam back into his mouth, and Sam’s breath rushed from his lips. “F-fuck!”
“I want to taste you,” Valen murmured, catching Sam’s hand. He bit lightly into the scent gland at Sam’s wrist; Sam cried out, his hips jerking. Dahlia and musk bloomed through the truck.
Harris was missing out—not that Valen would wait. Harris could have his turn later if he wanted; Sam was too delicious, too precious to be left hanging.
“Come for me,” Valen growled.
He took Sam’s cock in his mouth, pumped his base, massaging his sensitive flesh. Sam gave a strangled cry and came, big thick spurts that streaked across Valen’s tongue, bitter and musky and familiar.
Valen swallowed it all. He’d missed tasting Sam last week. Now, he sucked every last drop of come from his omega, stroking Sam’s balls, teasing Sam’s tip with his tongue, until Sam groaned and pushed Valen off, his cheeks flushed. “Too sensitive,” he panted.
Valen kissed Sam’s thigh instead, watching as Sam flopped back against the bench seat, his skin gleaming with sweat. Sam was beautiful. And maybe, if Valen was smarter this time, he wouldn’t fuck up with Sam again.
Someone tapped on the window. Valen glanced up; Sam squawked, yanking his sweater down.
“It’s Harris,” Valen said, squeezing Sam’s thigh. He met Harris’ eyes through the window, smirking. Couldn’t help the instincts bellowing in his chest—he’d made his omega come.
Harris raised an eyebrow. Unlocked the truck door and opened it, his nostrils flaring. Exhaled in a big rush. “Shit, V. That musk hits like a sack of bricks. The hell were you doing?”
But Valen didn’t need to answer, when Sam scrambled up on the bench seat, yanking his clothes back together. Valen kissed Sam’s neck. “Been seeing to Sam. You missed out, Big H. Sam’s delicious.”
Sam flushed. He pulled his jeans up his hips, fumbling with the zipper. Valen leaned over him, caught Harris by the nape, and kissed his alpha, sliding into his mouth.
Harris growled, licking the remnants of Sam’s come off his tongue. He kissed Valen for a while, then leaned away. “You taste exquisite, Sam.”
Sam’s cheeks darkened. “O-oh. I, um. I wasn’t sure if I should be doing that with Valen while you were gone.”
At that, Harris’ gaze sharpened. He met Valen’s eyes. “What did I miss?”
“Other than a lot of tasty omega?” Valen smiled, then let it fade when Harris’ stare didn’t waver. “Sam miscarried my baby.”
Sam winced. Harris didn’t look surprised, just melancholy—he already knew, then.
Valen frowned. “How the fuck did you know that before I did?”
“I told him.” Sam sunk down low in his seat. “I wasn’t sure you wanted to know.”
“Damn straight I want to know!” Valen caught Sam’s face and kissed him again, slipping his tongue into Sam’s mouth, too. Sam moaned, licking at him. Valen growled. He’d
