When Wyatt finally broke down and grabbed River for that first stolen kiss, he’d known he found home and he never wanted to let go again.
“You know I love you, right?” Wyatt murmured, his lips brushing against River’s.
He could feel the wolf’s answering smile. “Still? After all this time?”
“Forever.”
River tilted his head up, kissing him. He nibbled at his lower lip before plunging his tongue into Wyatt’s mouth. The young wolf moaned softly, and Wyatt eagerly swallowed the noise down.
“I don’t say it often enough, but thank you for taking care of us. For always working so hard to keep us safe.”
“I’ve tried.”
“You’ve succeeded. I know it hasn’t been easy, and you’ve had to make some very difficult decisions. I think you’ve done a wonderful job. I would be lost without you.”
“And you are my everything.” Wyatt kissed him again, loving the little growly sounds rumbling up River’s throat. He was such a vocal and generous lover. Just touching him lit a fire within Wyatt.
“Well, almost,” River corrected. Wyatt pulled away to take in River’s smirk. “There’s also a vampire who is quickly becoming your everything.”
“You don’t mind?”
River shook his head. “Of course not.” Wrapping his arms tighter around Wyatt, River pulled him closer so he could snuggle into his neck. “You know this isn’t just sex. For fun in bed, we don’t need to add a third. Beltran Varik is ours. He fits us perfectly. He needs us, and we need him.”
Wyatt hummed with pleasure, closing his eyes as he rested his cheek on the top of River’s head. “Yes.”
It had always been like this between them, as if they shared one brain. He agreed completely with River. Bel was theirs. Of course, he wasn’t sure if Bel understood that yet, but he would with time.
“Then why are we hiding out in the kitchen when we could be wrapped around an adorably cute vampire, making him very, very happy?”
“That is a good point. We should go check on him.”
“Distract him, you mean.” River pressed a kiss to his chin before releasing him.
Wyatt was smiling as he followed River from the kitchen to the living room. His man was all about action. It meant that he was more than a little impulsive at times, but he also kept Wyatt from getting bogged in useless thoughts and not doing anything.
As he’d expected, Bel was sitting on the couch, almost exactly how they left him, his gaze distant, as if he wasn’t even aware of where he was or that he was no longer alone. River sat on one side of him, laying his head on his shoulder. Bel jerked and blinked up at Wyatt and down at River.
“Winter is going to look into the local wolf pack,” Bel said.
“That’s nice of him.” River murmured. He nuzzled closer, rubbing the tip of his nose against Bel’s neck. A soft gasp left Bel’s parted lips, and his eyes started to close.
“Yes, well, I think part of it is that Winter is simply curious about werewolves.” Bel smirked up at Wyatt. “My younger brother prides himself on knowing a little bit of something about everything.”
“Do you need anything?”
“What?” Bel blinked as if trying to focus his thoughts and failing. River had turned his head, and he could imagine the wolf teasing along Bel’s ear. He knew firsthand the magic his mate was starting to weave.
Fuck. He was getting hard just seeing them cuddled on the couch together.
“Do you need something to drink or eat? Do you need to feed?”
“Oh, no. I’m fine. Thank you.”
Wyatt stretched out his hand toward Bel. “Then let’s go to bed. It’s late.”
There were still a few hours until sunrise, but he had no problem with wearing Bel out until he collapsed in a tangled pile of sweaty limbs.
“Oh…I…”
River lifted one hand to cup the side of Bel’s face, turning his head so that their noses were rubbing together. “Please, Bel. You promised you’d let me show you my fantasy.”
Wyatt was starting to have his own fantasy of sitting in the corner, stroking his dick, while River and Bel fucked each other. There would be nothing more beautiful in this world.
“You’re sure?”
“Definitely. Want to taste you,” River said in a harsh whisper.
“Okay,” Bel said in a shaky whisper. He turned slowly toward Wyatt and took his hand, letting himself be pulled to his feet.
Wyatt kept tugging until Bel’s long, slender body crashed into him. Bel was only a little shorter than him, and Wyatt growled at how perfectly they lined up from knees to lips. Bel’s hard cock brushed against his and Wyatt shifted his hips while grabbing Bel’s ass, holding them tightly together.
A long, low moan rose from Bel’s lips before Wyatt could capture his mouth. Bel was his, the same way River was his. Every moan and every shudder, he wanted to taste them on his tongue.