Valen reached around, held Sam against himself. Was good, feeling Sam against him, and Harris at his back. Then Sam rolled his hips, fucked himself hard on Valen’s cock, and Valen gasped.
He lost track of everything but Sam and Harris, Sam’s body sliding around his cock, Harris’ knot tugging inside his body.
Valen came in a heady rush of pleasure, a tidal wave that swept through him, made him clench and spurt, and all he knew was the squeeze of Sam’s body around him, Harris’ teeth on his shoulder.
Then Sam tumbled over the edge, too, his cock jerking in Valen’s hand. He cried out, shoved himself down on Valen’s cock. Took Valen’s knot as it swelled inside him, locking the three of them together.
Valen blacked out for a moment, his body overloaded with pleasure. When he blinked his eyes open, he saw the dark mop of Sam’s hair, felt Harris’ lips on his shoulder. Panted for breath, wondering how the hell this had happened.
“C’mon,” Harris said, sliding his arm around their waists. “Down.”
It was awkward, with their bodies pressed together and so many arms and legs everywhere. Valen didn’t mind, though. Groaned when Sam squirmed, his body tugging on Valen’s knot.
Harris had knotted inside him.
Valen swallowed hard, his throat tight. Wasn’t sure what to say, when he hadn’t done anything this intimate with Harris until now.
Harris kissed Valen’s shoulder, ran his hand down Valen’s arm. Then he kissed Valen’s neck, where Valen’s scent gland was. “Can I...?”
Valen’s breath stuck in his throat. “Can you... what?”
Harris mouthed Valen’s scent gland. “I meant it, when I said I wanted you to be mine.”
Valen swallowed hard, his eyes burning. Sam squeezed his hand. Yeah, Valen wanted to be Harris’. “Damn it, Big H. I can’t even see you.”
“There’s mirrors,” Harris said. “On the other side of the room. Gotta turn over.”
Saying it was one thing. Actually turning over, when they were joined by two knots? “How?” Valen asked. Tried to move. His knot tugged inside Sam, and Sam groaned.
Harris thought about it. “We’ll sit up.”
They sat, their legs tangling. Harris’ knot tugged in Valen’s body, and Valen’s breath knocked out of his lungs. Yeah, they could do this more often.
With a couple of false starts and much shuffling, they sat in a row on the edge of the bed, backs to chests, their thighs pressed together, Valen’s arms around Sam and Harris.
“You know,” Valen said, looking in the mirror. “When we’re all knotted up, we’re a single creature, right?”
“Maybe...?” Harris met his gaze, his eyes narrowed. Felt like he knew what Valen was about to say.
“Looks like we’re all a giant bug,” Valen said. “Six arms and six legs. Two giant bugs!”
Harris slapped his thigh. “That sounds disgusting. Shut up.”
Sam laughed, though, his eyes roving over their reflections. Valen grinned. “Sam likes it.”
Harris sighed. “Don’t encourage him, Sam.”
Valen met Harris’ eyes. Felt the humor fade from his lips. “You were mad at me.”
Harris sighed. “I was. Still kinda am.”
“So, this... What does this mean?” Valen held his breath, meeting Sam’s eyes, then Harris’.
Harris leaned his forehead against the side of Valen’s head. He looked thoughtful then, maybe defeated. “You know why I’ve been holding you back from the risky shit.”
Valen kind of knew, but he wanted Harris to say it. “Why?”
“Because I can’t lose you.” Harris’s breath rushed against Valen’s hair. “You know that.”
Valen’s throat grew tight. He hadn’t thought he’d meant that much to Harris, after all the months of Harris refusing to mark him. “Hell, I wasn’t sure what I was s’posed to think. You said you wouldn’t care if I died.”
“I was lying.” Harris grimaced. “I... didn’t want you to think I cared.”
Something in Valen’s chest eased.
“Harris!” Sam frowned incredulously.
“You’re an idiot,” Valen muttered.
“So are you,” Harris said.
Sam held Valen’s hand, leaning into his chest. “Harris was worried when you got hospitalized. He does care.”
Harris blushed, glancing away. The color looked good on him. “No more swapping out on your duties, V.”
Valen hesitated. But he looked at Sam’s pale body against his, the shine of his dark hair. Saw the baby bump in the mirror. And realized he really did have someone to care about now—his life was no longer his own.
“Fine,” Valen said. “I won’t swap.” When he met Harris’ eyes in the mirror and Harris studied him shrewdly, Valen nodded. “I have Sam to think about. And the baby.”
Harris eased into a smile, his eyes lighting up. “Proud of you, V.”
That made Valen choke up, too.
“Can I mark you now?” Harris asked quietly, stroking Valen’s thigh.
“Yeah,” Valen whispered. “Please.”
After his parents’ divorce, Valen hadn’t thought he’d wanted to bond with anyone. Didn’t want to believe in a relationship, only to have it wear thin, shatter over money or differing opinions or maybe even a kid.
He hadn’t been able to commit to Sam because of it, and look what that had done to them.
But Sam wore both their marks now. If Valen promised himself to Harris, too... If Harris would mark him... Valen swallowed. Didn’t know what he wanted more than this.
Harris leaned in, licking Valen’s scent gland. Then he ran his teeth over it, sharp points of pressure on sensitive skin. Bit down hard.
Pain and pleasure jolted down Valen’s spine, make his cock jerk. Sam gasped, and Valen groaned.
“Mine,” Harris murmured, licking the broken skin. He kissed Valen’s neck. Valen turned—there wasn’t much he could reach over his shoulder. Harris kissed the corner of his lips, touched their tongues together. There was a connection, there.
Valen wasn’t absolutely sure this would work out. But wearing Harris’ mark, having Harris care enough to knot inside him... it meant a lot.
“Thanks,” he said, his voice strangled.
In the mirror, Sam was smiling. Valen leaned forward, nuzzled Sam’s cheek. Sam purred.
It was amazing, knotted with his favorite people in the world, their arms around him. Harris reached forward, too, and dragged his wrist down Sam’s side.
“I don’t think any of us were expecting this,” Harris said.
Sam chuckled, his eyes
