“You sound beautiful,” Harris rasped, adding another finger, then another. Sam felt fuller than he had before. “Sam’s ready.”
To take them both.
Sam’s breath left him. “Please,” he begged.
Harris growled, biting his shoulder. Pain and pleasure twisted down Sam’s spine. Valen lifted Sam until his cock was almost completely out. Then Harris’ cock joined his, nudging at Sam’s hole, pushing inside at the same time. Sam whimpered. Being stretched with fingers was nothing like stretching around two alpha cocks, both of them demanding, hard and thick. Valen rumbled, his face awash with pleasure. Harris’ grip tightened, his breathing growing uneven.
Inch by inch, Sam took them both, pleasure grinding into his body as they opened him together. Then they were both buried deep, their cocks hungry, Harris thrusting experimentally inside.
“Ours,” Valen growled, snapping his hips.
“Our Sam,” Harris agreed, kissing Sam’s shoulder.
Valen and Harris always took a while to find their rhythm. They moved against each other, their cocks pressed together inside Sam. Then they began to pump into him at the same time, in and out, the sheer thickness of their cocks stealing Sam’s breath.
“Love this,” Valen gasped when their rhythm changed. He was pulling out of Sam, at the same time Harris fucked in. Sam shuddered in their arms. “Love how we’re all touching.”
Sam whimpered, the tension in his body growing and growing, his alphas pressed flush against him, filling him inside, eager to give him their come.
“Please,” Sam panted, digging his nails into Valen’s shoulders. “Harder.”
Harris swore. Valen’s smile turned sharp, his grip tightening around Sam’s thighs. “You heard him, Big H,” Valen said. “Sam wants your come.”
Harris fucked in deep, a swift thrust that ground against all the right spots. Sam arched. Valen cursed and pushed into Sam, knocking Sam’s breath out of his lungs.
They drove into him, their precome mixing with Sam’s slick, their scents mingling as Harris shoved Sam and Valen against a wall, his cock surging deeper. Sam shuddered. Harris pinned Sam against Valen, trapping Sam’s cock between their bodies.
“Sam’s all hard again,” Valen panted, rolling his hips. His cock shoved against Sam’s prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure down Sam’s spine. Sam jerked, on the edge.
“Yeah?” Harris tightened his grip around Sam, his cock swelling. He couldn’t last much longer, either.
“C-close,” Sam wheezed. He reached down, stroking himself. Then Harris bit into his shoulder, and Sam’s release crashed through him, flooding through his veins, making him clench as he forgot to even breathe.
“Fuck,” Valen rasped, plunging deeper into Sam. “Both of you feel so good.”
Harris growled, pinning Sam and Valen against the wall. He drove in hard, his cock shoving against Valen’s, filling Sam up inside. Sam cried out, overwhelmed with pleasure. Harris buried his cock inside with a final thrust, and he was swearing, his cock pulsing, filling Sam with his seed.
Valen groaned. He thrust harder, his biceps bulging as he supported Sam’s weight. “Want to fill you up,” Valen growled. His cock seared bliss into Sam’s body.
“Please,” Sam panted. “I want your come, too.”
That set something off in Valen. He gripped Sam’s hips tighter, snapping his hips viciously, cramming all of his cock inside. “Take my cock,” Valen snarled. “Gonna give you a baby.”
Sam shuddered, his insides growing warmer at that thought. “Yes,” he whispered. “Please.”
With a roar, Valen came, burying his cock deep as he emptied his seed into Sam, his chest heaving, his face scrunched with pleasure.
They sagged against each other for a long while, Harris wrapping his arms around them. Valen dropped kisses all over Sam’s face. Sam snuggled into them both, whining when Harris pulled out.
“I’m not knotting in you when V’s already there,” Harris said dryly. “‘Sides, someone has to get your birthday present.”
“Big H just wants to step back and admire your ass,” Valen whispered to Sam. Harris smacked Valen’s thigh. “Ow! I’m not wrong, am I?”
Harris grinned and glanced down. “Perhaps not.”
Sam blushed, luxuriating in his alphas’ attention. Valen withdrew from him, bringing him over to the couch. Then he pulled Sam back onto his lap.
“More comfortable this way,” Valen said, easing his cock back into Sam, his growing knot pushing easily into Sam’s body. “So you can sit down and open your presents, and I can watch over your shoulder.”
Sam grinned, turning to kiss his alpha. Valen shared the sweetest kiss with him, tracing his wrists all over Sam’s body.
“Sometimes, I’m still amazed that you and Harris are both mine,” Valen murmured, cradling Sam against himself. “You’re both so perfect.”
“You’re perfect, too,” Sam said, his heart fluttering. Valen grinned.
Harris returned with a large cardboard box held shut with a bow. “Here, everything’s in it.”
The box was wide; Valen had to hold it up so Sam could untie the bow.
There were two gifts in the box, also wrapped. The first was square and flat, but heavy. “Is this a book?” Sam asked, picking at the wrapping paper.
“I’m not telling,” Valen said. “It took a long time to put together, though.”
“V did most of it.” Harris smiled. “He insisted.”
Sam held his breath and picked open the wrapping paper. Inside was a photo album full of pictures—their wedding, Landon as a newborn, and all the times they’d spent together, some of the photos blurry.
“Good ol’ phone pictures,” Valen said dryly. “But we all look so happy in them.”
They did. His chest warm, Sam flipped through the pages of pictures—Sam and Valen, Valen and Harris, Harris and Landon, and various combinations of all of them. Sometimes, they’d even managed to take selfies of all four of them in larger mirrors.
“It’s a lot of pictures,” Sam said in awe. “You spent a lot of time on this.”
“We enjoyed it.” Valen leaned into Harris, who had come to sit next to them. “Neither of us minded.”
Feeling loved, Sam set the album aside. “I’ll look at all of the pictures later. What’s in the other present?”
“Big H said to get the biggest one.” Valen nudged Harris; Harris nudged
