Both Harris and Valen had to have seen Sam’s erection by now. But Harris lathered Sam’s ears, and Valen massaged his fingertips into Sam’s scalp, drawing a moan from his lips.
“Feel good?” Valen whispered.
“Yeah.”
And it did, closed in by two alphas like this, their touch lingering on his body. It wasn’t sexual. Valen kissed Sam’s shoulder, rubbing his thumbs into Sam’s nape, running his fingers through Sam’s hair. Harris washed Sam’s underarms, then down his chest, over his nipples, to his belly.
“Sam will show in another month,” Harris said, his hands smoothing gently across Sam’s abdomen. “Ultrasound in four months, and you should feel the baby kick at about twenty weeks.”
Valen nodded. Didn’t say anything—maybe it was a sign of respect, or maybe he was acknowledging Harris’ experience with a pregnancy. Sam leaned into Harris’ touch, and Harris smiled.
Valen smoothed the shampoo out of Sam’s hair. Took the bar of soap from Harris.
“I can do it,” Sam said.
Valen set his fingertips over Sam’s lips. “Let us,” he whispered. “I should’ve done this with you the first time.”
Sam’s throat tightened.
As the water drained, Harris slid his hands down Sam’s sides, then down his hips, to his thighs. Valen scrubbed Sam’s back, over his ass, between his cheeks. Touched his hole briefly. Sam gasped. His cock jerked, and Valen growled against his shoulder.
Then Valen rinsed his hands in the remaining bath water, and closed his hot fist around Sam’s cock. Sam groaned, pushing into his hand. On his other side, Harris’ lips curled into a smile, his hands dragging down Sam’s thighs.
Slowly, as Harris soaped Sam’s legs, Valen stroked Sam’s cock. Up and down, around his tip, over his balls. He held Sam down with his other arm, stroked him firm and slow, his touch unyielding. Sam’s need coalesced into a bright, single point of tension inside him, his cock throbbing, dark and hungry in Valen’s fist.
“Sam’s beautiful, isn’t he?” Valen asked, looking first at Sam, then Harris.
Harris’ gaze dragged down the entirety of Sam’s body, and Sam noticed he was half-hard, too.
“Yeah,” Harris rasped. Slid his fingers between each of Sam’s toes, washing first one foot, then the other. Sam trembled, panting when Valen slid a finger into him.
“If you fuck him, Big H, do it slow,” Valen said. “Be careful with the baby.”
Harris met Sam’s eyes. “Will do.”
Sam’s cheeks scorched. If Harris fucked him... Yeah, Sam wouldn’t mind that at all. Valen’s finger curled inside him, found his prostate. Pressed down on it.
Sam came in a rush, gasping, his body trembling against Valen. Valen growled, closing his fist around Sam’s tip, collecting the rest of his come.
As the pulses of pleasure faded, Sam closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. Harris had seen him come. That was intimate. After that first time in the kitchen, Sam had only been with Valen, and Valen had only sucked him off, never fucked him again.
And now... even though this was only Valen getting Sam off, it felt as though Harris was part of it, too, just by watching them both.
“Beautiful,” Harris murmured, catching Sam’s fingers. He brought Sam’s hand to his lips, kissed the back of it. Then he turned it over, pressing his nose to the scent gland at Sam’s wrist.
“I never knew you were a romantic sap, Big H,” Valen said quietly, licking up Sam’s come from his hand. “Mm.”
“I’m not a sap,” Harris said. Then he pressed a kiss to Sam’s scent gland. “Taste good?”
“Always.”
His thoughts hazy, Sam watched as Harris leaned in, sharing a kiss with Valen over Sam’s shoulder. There was a flash of tongue.
Gods, Harris was tasting Sam in Valen’s mouth. Then Harris pressed a kiss to Sam’s cheek, musk rolling faintly from his skin. “Let’s rinse you off, and head to bed.”
Sam nodded, squirming when Harris turned on the attached shower head, washing the suds off Sam. Harris rinsed Valen off, too, and stepped out of the bath, handing them towels.
“I can dry myself,” Sam said.
Valen grinned. “Too bad, I’m drying you off.”
He wrapped the towel around Sam, scooping him out of the tub. Harris caught Sam as Valen set him on the floor, dropping a smaller towel on his head.
It was incredible, how much faster you got dry with two alphas doing the job for you.
Then they released him, toweling themselves down. Sam thought his eyes might fall out of his head, watching the flex of their muscles, the warm light illuminating their skin.
“I want you in bed with us,” Valen said. Looked at Harris. “That okay?”
“Yeah,” Harris said, glancing out the door. With the bedroom lights on, the king-sized bed looked even larger than before. “Plenty of space for three.”
Sam held his breath. When he’d moved into the mansion last weekend, he’d had an inkling that sleeping with these alphas was a possibility. He hadn’t thought it would be this soon, though.
“Is it really okay?” He squirmed.
“I wanna keep you warm,” Valen said, slipping his arms around Sam, his skin hot against Sam’s body. “Harris will help.”
Harris snorted, but he was smiling, too.
Hard to believe Harris didn’t love Valen, with the warm look they exchanged.
Valen caught Sam’s hand, then Harris’ hand, too. Led them both to the bedroom. Sam hesitated by the side of the bed, watching as Valen turned down the covers.
The bedroom was the largest Sam had seen, with French windows leading out onto a balcony, and a chaise in one corner, a TV in another. There were large mirrored sliding doors to one side, dressers with mirrors, and lamps on the bedside tables.
All of it looked like things Sam couldn’t afford, and it felt... odd, sleeping so close to luxury.
The bed smelled like oak and sandalwood, and musk. No doubts about what Valen and Harris had done here.
Valen sat on the edge of the bed, patting the mattress. “This is my side. You’re going in the middle.”
“Spare
