Sam cracked a smile, and Harris laughed, hugging them tight.
“Glad to have you with us, Sam,” Harris said, pressing his nose to Sam’s ear. Over Sam’s shoulder, he and Valen kissed, a soft, warm sound.
Sam closed his eyes, relaxing into them.
He didn’t know Harris well, and he’d just made up with Valen. But with both of them at his back, the only thing he had to be afraid of... was just the pregnancy, really.
10
Harris
Harris woke to a wave of pleasure rocking through his body. He sucked in a mouthful of sandalwood and musk, his eyes snapping open.
Across his hips, Valen reared up, pressing one heavy hand on Harris’ shoulder. Then he sank back down, taking Harris’ cock into his hot, tight body, and Harris’ breath rushed out of his throat.
“Morning.” Valen grinned, stroking his own cock. Fucked himself harder on Harris.
Harris grunted. Found his leverage, before thrusting into Valen. “Woke up horny?”
Valen groaned, his eyelids fluttering shut. “Yeah. You were hard, too. I wasn’t gonna let it go to waste.”
“Figures.” Harris snorted. He laid back, watching as Valen fucked himself. It was a sight to behold, Valen with his rippling abs, his cock flushed, trailing a glistening line of precome onto Harris’ abdomen.
Most days, Valen was the one who initiated sex, with his insatiable drive, his age giving him hard-ons every other morning. Harris had been young once—couldn’t fault Valen for needing his release.
Some days, he’d wake to find Valen asleep, his expression peaceful. Other days, he’d wake to find Valen rutting against him, his cock sliding heavy and wet against Harris’ ass, or hip, or thigh.
Valen rocked back, bracing his arms by Harris’ legs, rolling his hips so Harris slid in and out of him. Then Harris hit Valen’s prostate just right, and Valen gasped, his eyes squeezing shut.
“Good?” Harris growled, squeezing Valen’s tight balls.
“Hell yeah.” Valen pumped his cock, hissing. A drop of precome splattered on Harris’ abs, warm and wet. “Wanna have Sam with us. Wanna fuck him at the same time you nail me.”
It was a tantalizing image. Sam would probably like it, too, watching Valen take an alpha’s cock.
“Yeah?” Harris murmured, knocking away Valen’s hand so he could grip Valen, rub his thumb over Valen’s tip.
Valen hissed, fucking into his hand. “I want to lube him up with your come, have your sloppy seconds. Or have you suck his cock as I fuck him. Or... or see if we can both fit inside his hole. At the same time. Gods. I want to fuck him ten thousand ways.”
Didn’t take Valen long to come up with all that, did it? Harris growled in appreciation, slipping his hands under Valen’s arms. Pulled Valen off his cock, and threw him down onto the bed.
Then he shoved Valen’s legs open and pushed into his wet, open hole, and Valen swore. Took Harris all the way inside.
“When’d you sleep last night?” Harris asked, pounding into him, each thrust more vicious than the last. “Been staying awake jerking off?”
Valen gasped, the tendons at his neck straining. “Y-yeah. Couldn’t sleep. Then—then I was too horny to sleep. Fu—ahh, right there. Fuck. Came ‘bout three times thinking about—’bout you and Sam. Wanna see your come oozing out his ass.”
Not like Sam and Harris were quite at that point yet, but Harris could imagine it got Valen off, thinking about them.
Valen’s musk filled Harris’ nose. “Gonna come,” he rasped.
Harris pinned his legs open and rammed into him, and Valen took every single thrust.
Was nice, fucking an alpha. Harris could throw Valen around, yank him by the hair, and Harris would still be able to live with himself. Wasn’t quite like fucking an omega, with the way they fought in bed sometimes, but Harris would settle for this, too. Valen was good. Hot.
“If Sam ever joins us in bed, I’ll probably have a heart attack,” Harris said between panting. “Or maybe you’ll wake him up instead of me.”
“Shut up about the heart attack.” Valen glared, stroking himself. “Harder, Big H. Fuck me like a vengeful beast.”
Harris snorted. “Harder yourself.”
He slammed right into Valen’s prostate, multiple times, and Valen arched off the bed, his chest heaving, his breaths staggering. Then Valen came with a bellow, spurting streaks of come across his chest, his body clenching around Harris’ cock.
Harris swore, coming hard inside Valen, his cock jerking, spilling, waves of pleasure tearing through his body. He leaned forward, bracing himself on Valen’s shoulder, keeping his cock wedged deep inside Valen. Always gave him a kick, knowing he was filling Valen with his come.
Then he slid out before he knotted inside his lover.
They’d never knotted in the eight months they’d dated—partly because Harris wasn’t sure Valen’s body could accommodate his knot, and partly because it was far too intimate.
Yours, Valen had said last night. It had made Harris’ instincts rumble with pleasure.
And then Harris had gone and acted on impulse, said Valen’s baby was his own.
Were he and Valen close enough for that? Did he—gods forbid—love Valen?
“What’re you thinkin’ about?” Valen rolled onto his side, nosing Harris’ shoulder.
“I went and added Sam to my credit card—you saw.” Harris breathed in deep, filling his lungs with oak and sandalwood. “Application’s being processed. Should I have done that?”
“That was damn generous of you.” Valen threw his leg over Harris’ waist, pushing their cocks together, heavy knots brushing. “I offered to pay, but I didn’t think of the credit card thing. You’re such a sneaky bastard.”
Harris had wondered if it was the right thing to do. But Valen knew Sam, and if Sam had a malicious bone in his body, Valen would tell Harris.
Besides, Sam had looked scared last night, in the Porsche, in the foyer. He’d looked helplessly at his belly, as though he was afraid he’d lose this baby. And Harris understood exactly how Sam felt.
“It’s your baby,” Harris said.
