“Do vampires heal like us? Fast, I mean,” River asked, the question coming out a little nervous. It wasn’t something anyone wanted to talk about. They’d all lived under too many threats over the years and didn’t want to risk anyone putting their words to the test.
Bel paused and stared at a small wound on Wyatt’s chest. It had stopped bleeding and looked as if it was slowly closing before his eyes. “Yes, we’re relatively fast healers. But it is not something I’m willing to test for either of us.” He narrowed his gaze on River, so he understood that he was being completely serious. “Not even for science.”
River grinned at him as he wrapped his arms around Bel’s neck and pressed his still damp chest to Bel’s shoulder. “I’d be willing to risk a paper cut for you in the name of science.”
Leaning down, Bel captured River’s smiling lips in a rough kiss. “Not even a paper cut. Not even for science. I don’t want you or Wyatt to ever come to harm again.”
“Bed. Now.” Wyatt’s growl drew both their gazes to him. The older wolf was already pushing away from the counter and moving toward the master bedroom. His steps were stiff, and he moved as if he were in pain.
River released him, and an evil giggle fell from his lips. Bel shook his head and followed after them.
“Wyatt,” Bel called after his wolves in the best warning voice he could muster while trying to tear his eyes from their beautiful bodies. “You’re hurt. We can’t…indulge.”
River stepped around Wyatt and pulled back the covers and made sure the lube was in the middle of the bed before he helped Wyatt stretch out on the mattress. He then climbed to the center of the bed. Lying on his side, River smiled at Bel and crooked his finger, beckoning him farther into the room.
“Why am I the voice of reason?” Bel complained.
“You’re not. You’re being very unreasonable,” Wyatt said evenly. “Take off your clothes, Bel. You’re covered in my blood.”
He hadn’t even thought of it. Bel looked down to find that his dark suit was indeed smeared with Wyatt’s blood while dirt and leaves still clung to the legs of his pants.
“Yes, of course. But you need to rest. No sex,” Bel said sternly while pulling off his tie and shucking his jacket. He toed out of his shoes and attacked his shirt. He was going to just change clothes. There would be no giving in to the temptation, no matter how hypnotizing it was to watch River’s hands slowly caressing Wyatt’s uninjured thigh, his long fingers just skirting Wyatt’s thick cock.
“I won’t be the one having sex.” Wyatt’s smile turned so dirty that Bel’s mouth went dry. He couldn’t formulate a single damn thought. “You’re going to fuck River while I watch.”
“Oh my,” Bel whispered. He gripped his straining cock through his trousers, feeling as if he could come from the image in his head alone. In their explorations so far, he hadn’t actually participated in the fucking. There had been plenty of sucking and frotting, but he hadn’t fucked or been fucked yet.
“Get on the bed, Bel. I need you,” River said.
His words helped to break Bel from his frozen state. He quickly shed the rest of his clothes and climbed onto the bed from the foot, moving up over River who was lying against a mound of pillows with his arms stretched over his head as if he were offering himself up.
God, he loved that. River trusted him so completely, believed in Bel so fully. It wrapped around Bel’s heart and brought a lump to his throat.
With his hands braced just above River’s shoulders, he slowly lowered himself, allowing only his lips to lightly brush along River’s. “You are so beautiful. I wish I was anything but a scientist so I would know the right words to tell you how perfect you are to me.”
“I wouldn’t want you to be anything but what you are right now,” River murmured. He blinked back a sheen of tears and smiled. “You’re our Bel.”
They kissed slowly, gently at first, each kiss growing deeper and hungrier until Bel lowered himself onto River, pressing their naked bodies together. They moaned and swallowed down the sounds.
Fingers slid through Bel’s hair and pulled him away from River. He blinked and grinned to see the same blazing heat in Wyatt’s dark eyes. He turned his lips toward Wyatt, who immediately claimed his mouth in a searing kiss. Bel lost himself in that kiss, handing himself heart and soul over to Wyatt.
Beneath him, River groaned and ground his leaking cock against Bel’s. Pleasure roared through Bel, and he moaned into Wyatt’s mouth. Oh fuck, he wasn’t going to last.
“You two are fucking killing me,” River snarled. His fingers dug into Bel’s ass, massaging muscles and pulling his cheeks apart. Some insidious place within his brain wanted to beg Wyatt to fuck him while he slid into River, but the man really did need to rest and heal first.