Sam groaned, clutching Valen’s shoulders, his cock throbbing hard. “I’m close,” he gasped, his tip grinding against Valen’s body. “Need more.”
Slowly, they increased their pace, Valen linking his hands with Sam and Harris. Harris leaned in, kissing Sam’s spine. “You feel incredible, Sam.”
Then the words faded as they moved inside him, pressing down hard against his prostate. Sam could hardly think, when Valen groaned, his cock pushing deep.
“Gonna come,” Valen gasped.
“S-same.” Sam panted, squirming, shoving himself down on their cocks.
“Gonna fill you up,” Harris murmured. He slid his hands over Sam’s shoulder, pulled Sam further down on their cocks, until it felt as though he might explode.
Sam imagined them both coming inside him, and throbbed. Pleasure crashed through him like a lightning bolt. He cried out, his body clenching, his toes curling, and it felt as though the waves of pleasure would never end.
Around him, Valen swore. Harris growled, and they were both coming inside him, filling him with seed.
Sam panted. One of them slid out. Valen supported Sam, stopped him from falling over. Then Valen groaned, and Harris leaned back into Sam.
“Coulda warned me,” Valen panted.
Sam looked dazedly over his shoulder, finding Harris pressed behind him. Harris had slid into Valen, and his knot was growing, at the same time Valen’s swelled inside Sam.
“Thought you might like that surprise.” Harris grinned, sliding his arms around Sam’s waist.
Valen punched Harris’ thigh, but his lips had curved up into a smile.
Sam caught his breath, leaning back into Harris. This was good. He hadn’t expected it, had forgotten how this even happened, until he saw the open box on the floor, the golden bow lying abandoned under the bed.
“I thought you were working today, Harris,” Sam said.
Harris kissed Sam’s back. “I took the day off. Wanted to surprise you.”
“We’ve been planning it for a while.” Valen grinned, reaching up to stroke Sam’s belly. “Just wanted to get some last-minute sex in before Landon arrives.”
Harris snorted. “You and your sex.”
“Everything I’ve read told me I’m gonna have sleepless nights,” Valen said. “And no sex.” He made a face. Sam laughed.
“I think it won’t be so bad with the three of us,” Sam said. “We’ll take turns with everything.”
“Sounds good to me.” Valen reached for Sam’s fingers, kissing his wrist. “Gods, when Harris first suggested we both come inside you at the same time, I thought he was insane.”
“It was good.” Sam grinned, wriggling. Valen’s knot tugged inside his body, and they both groaned.
“You guys.” Harris shook his head and hugged Sam, the warmth of his body soaking into Sam’s skin.
Sam sighed, smiling. All of this was good, his alphas snug around him.
“So... does that mean you’ll marry us?” Valen met Sam’s eyes, the humor fading from his face. “Really and truly?”
Sam glanced at the rings sitting on the side table. “Yeah. I’d put it on you now, but I can’t reach them.”
“We’re gonna be the twelve-legged monster crawling toward the rings,” Valen said, baring his teeth. “Watch us roar!”
Harris rolled his eyes. “Roar.”
Sam grinned. “Six-legged! We’ll crawl on six legs, and then we’ll have six arms to do things like capture prey.”
“Gods, Sam, don’t encourage him.” But Harris was scooping Sam up in his arms, getting his knees under him.
“This is why I love you both,” Valen said.
Slowly, they shuffled their way across the bed, until Valen caught the rings in his hands. He brought the rings between them, then picked up the smallest one. “This is Sam’s.”
Sam held his breath, holding his hand out. This really was happening.
Valen took Sam’s hand gently, slid the ring onto his ring finger. With the bloatedness from the pregnancy, the ring only went past his first joint.
Harris caught Sam’s hand, rubbing his thumb over the ring. “We’ll get it resized if we have to—I want that to fit.”
He said it quietly, like he intended for Sam to mesh with him and Valen, and it made Sam’s chest warm.
“Give me yours,” Harris said, holding his hand out to Valen. Valen studied the inner surface of the remaining two rings. Two names were engraved in each one—Valen’s had Sam and Harris on his, and Harris’ had Valen and Sam. Sam pulled his ring off, peering on the inner edge.
On one side, he found Valen. Facing Valen’s name, Harris had been engraved.
“Hey, don’t pull it off.” Valen grinned. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Big H wanted them really fancy.”
On the outside, the bands were plain gold. On the inside, their names pressed against his skin—and that was what really mattered, the people closest to his heart.
Sam smiled, his throat growing tight.
Harris took Valen’s ring, then his hand. He slid the ring onto Valen’s finger, looking through the mirror at Valen’s reaction.
Valen blinked hard, his throat working. “Never thought you’d put a ring on me, Big H.”
Harris smiled. “Didn’t think I would, either. But there it is.”
“There it is,” Valen murmured, his eyes bright.
With a grin still on his lips, Valen pressed the last ring into Sam’s palm.
Sam took Harris’ hand, meeting his eyes through the mirror. Harris smiled warmly, and Sam’s heart pattered.
Back when he’d first met Valen and Harris, he’d never thought they’d take him into their lives so readily. Sam had been especially daunted by Harris, thinking Valen and Harris were better off by themselves.
And now Sam had fallen in love with Harris, too, with his kindness, the way he’d seen Sam for who he was.
“Waiting for something?” Harris murmured.
“Just to see if you’re serious about this,” Sam said.
“I am.”
With his breath stuck in his throat, Sam slid the ring onto Harris’ finger—it was a snug fit. Harris growled, covering Sam’s hand with his. With his other hand, he linked his fingers with Valen’s.
“You’re both mine,” Valen breathed, leaning toward them. Sam’s belly stopped him from going far, though. “Landon, I really do like having you around, but it’ll be nice if you could pop out of your Dad’s belly. Then I can
