Sam gulped, watching as Harris fished out something white from his other side. Metal gleamed. Then Harris slipped his arm around Valen’s back, rolling Valen onto his knees. Valen smiled at Harris first, then at Sam, his russet eyes warm.
Harris knelt, too, lacing his fingers with Valen’s. And when Harris lifted the rings in his hands, strung together by lace, Sam forgot to breathe.
“Marry us,” Valen said, his eyes hopeful.
Harris smiled, meeting Sam’s gaze. “Marry us.”
A month ago, Valen had announced to the station that he was marrying his omega. News had spread about him holding hands with Harris, and some of the staff had asked about that. I told them we’re all getting married, Valen had said. Everyone seemed okay with it, except my dad.
Sam stared at the gold rings now, held together by lace, sized to fit their ring fingers. “Yeah,” he whispered, his pulse quickening. “I’ll marry both of you.”
No question about that, really.
Valen broke into a grin. Harris took Sam’s hand and pressed the rings into his palm. They sat cool on his skin, the lace light and soft.
Sam set his hands on Harris’ shoulders, leaning in to kiss his lips. Harris slid into his mouth, possessive. Then Sam did the same with Valen, tangled their tongues, and Valen groaned.
“We didn’t think this through,” Valen muttered. “I can’t put a ring on you right now.”
Delight unfurled through Sam’s chest. He wants to put a ring on me. “Let’s get you out of there, then.”
“You’ll have to do the honors,” Harris murmured. “Valen’s all yours.”
Sam met Harris’ eyes, then Valen’s. They watched him expectantly, smiles on their faces. And Valen rolled back onto his ass, spreading his legs. “Anything you want, Sam. Even my ass.”
Sam held his breath. They’d never done that before, Sam penetrating anyone. And maybe he was curious to know what it felt like, what it would look like to see Valen beneath him. His cock grew heavy.
Valen’s smile widened. “If you put those panties on, we’ll all match.”
Sam gulped. He slid off the rings carefully, set them on the bedside table. Sat on the bed, then pulled the lace underwear on, felt it whisper up his legs. In the mirror, the lace hugged the base of his belly, cupping his balls and his cock.
Valen growled, his eyes raking down Sam’s body.
“Very nice,” Harris murmured.
Harris tugged the walls of the boxes apart, so they fell open like a blossoming flower. Then he scooped Valen into his arms and deposited him in the middle of the bed.
Sam looked between them. The lace clung to Harris’ hips, curving over his half-hard cock, his balls heavy. And on Valen, the lace had ridden up between his cheeks, his cock pushing out through the leg hole of his underwear.
They both smelled like musk, like they’d been waiting to pounce on Sam.
Sam gulped. “What do I do to free Valen?”
Valen grinned, pulling his knees apart. “Fuck me. Any way you want.”
Harris slid his arms around Sam, smoothing his palms down Sam’s belly. “Fuck him however hard you want,” he murmured, “and I’ll do the same for you.”
Sam’s breath caught. “Really? You don’t mind?”
Harris had snapped a month ago, when Valen had been thrusting into Sam on Harris’ birthday. He cupped Sam’s belly now, his touch careful.
“Tell me if you hurt.” Harris smiled. “I’ll promise not to jump to conclusions.”
Sam grinned, warmth blooming through his chest. Harris would listen, and that meant everything. “I promise I will.”
He crawled onto the bed after Valen, his belly almost skimming the sheets. Sam breathed in Valen’s sandalwood and musk, stared at the hungry, dusky tip of his cock.
But first, he wanted a kiss. Sam crawled up to Valen, pushed him down onto the bed. Let his belly rest on Valen’s abs, before he leaned in, kissing him softly on the lips. He couldn’t believe Valen had offered. Even if Sam didn’t want this, the option was available to him. Valen trusted him.
“Thank you,” Sam whispered into his mouth. “You’ve always been there for me.”
Valen sucked in a breath, staring up at Sam. “I haven’t been around the whole time, but I am now. You know I love you.”
Sam knew—his heart always soared when he remembered.
Behind, Harris growled. “Damn it, Sam.”
Sam looked at Harris through the mirror. Found himself pitched forward, his ass in the air. Beneath him, Valen was spread, too. Sam grinned. “Do we look good to you, Harris?”
Harris stroked himself through his lace panties, his gaze burning over their bodies. “Fuck, yeah.”
Sam shivered. Valen squeezed Sam’s hips with his knees, stroking Sam’s back with his fingertips. “Get me before Big H decides to pin you down.”
“Both can happen at the same time,” Harris growled.
Then Harris climbed onto the bed, too, and Sam’s heart leaped. Harris slid his hot palm down Sam’s ass, slipping his thumb beneath the lace. He stroked Sam’s skin, then pushed his thumb between Sam’s cheeks. Touched his hole. Sam gasped, his cock jerking. Always gave him a thrill, his alphas touching him like that.
Valen watched Harris through the mirror. “Give Sam a chance, Big H.”
“I’m one minute away from mounting you both,” Harris murmured, his voice husky. “Make you both mine.”
Sam’s blood rushed between his legs. He met Valen’s eyes, found love and desire in them. Kissed Valen again, savoring the quick thrust of Valen’s tongue between his lips, its damp softness. With his alphas around him, there really was no better place to be.
Sam pressed kisses down Valen’s chest, kissed both his nipples. Bit into one. Valen gasped, his biceps straining. And Sam realized that Harris had tied Valen down securely, that Valen couldn’t escape if he tried.
“This is okay?” Sam asked, meeting Valen’s eyes.
“Yeah,” Valen said, his lips pulling into a smile. “If I want it to stop, I’ll tell you.”
Sam shivered. He hadn’t had an alpha at his mercy before.
He kissed down Valen’s abs, running his
