“What?”
“Make it up to Bren. We’ve hurt him, I need to make my own amends for that, but Rhys, make it up to him. I don’t give a fuck what I said before. Make him feel better.”
I let out a long whoosh of breath, feeling like I’d crossed a line, but I couldn’t just let this shit go. I was a guitar string pulled tight as Rhys moved closer, enfolding the other man in his arms, a string struck by fingers when he got close. Bren’s arms went around his mate, holding him close, his hands digging deep into bruises until an involuntary yelp had him pulling away.
“Fuck… Well, this shit has to stop, Rhys. You wanted to go ten rounds, I woulda got in the ring with you and I wouldn’t have put you in hospital each time.”
“I know. That’s why I didn’t go to you,” Rhys confessed, looking down at his lap.
“Well, you do going forward. Me and you, you told me that, promised me that.”
“I know, love.” Rhys pressed his forehead to Bren’s. “It’s just…” A slow sweet smile spread across his face. “Do you remember when we first marked each other?”
“Of course. I’ll never forget that day. I felt like my balls would explode when you sank your teeth into me, and then…and then my heart did. I knew then I had what I’d always wanted, what Mum and Dad had. That all this fucking feeling I kept trying to shove down inside me finally had a place to go. That we’d love each other forever.”
“We will. Always.” Rhys pressed his mouth to Brendan’s but pulled away too quickly. “I felt the same, have felt the same every day since. When I wake up beside you, when we sleep tangled up in the other and you hog the fucking bed.”
“Do not.”
“When I look into your eyes, whether it’s across the table at a meeting or over a busy floor in the club or just because you’re beside me, I see everything I feel reflected back at me and wonder how a cunt like me got that lucky.” Then Rhys’ focus switched to me, bringing Bren’s with it. “I felt the same damn way when I marked Cyn. My heart was so full, it was terrifying, and I couldn’t get over my luck. For less than twenty-four hours, I had everything I’d ever wanted and needed. Everything. And then I lost it.”
We both watched him closely, unable to look away.
“Of course I did. Of course this place fell apart, the pack, everything. What we had always felt like it was on borrowed time. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. This couldn’t be it. How could I have a life as good as this?” He shook his head, then hauled Brendan over, holding him pressed against his body. “I love you, Bren. I always have and always will. I’m sorry I fucked it up. I’m sorry I hurt you. I know I’ll do it again, but I’ll do my damnedest to make it up to you every time.”
For a moment, they just lay there, chest to chest, Brendan’s head resting against Rhys’ neck, his burly arm holding them together.
“Work out if you’re staying or going, Cyn, because I need my mate,” Bren said finally.
“I’m staying.”
I barely squeaked that out, perched on the end of the bed now as Brendan covered Rhys’ body with his. The towel was tugged away, the shorts Bren had only pulled on after the shower shucked off, and then there was just them.
“Fuck yes…” Rhys groaned as Bren took them both in hand, wedging their dicks together. “Fuck, Bren.”
They couldn’t keep their mouths off each other, snatching kisses as their bodies moved.
“Lube, we need lube,” Rhys gasped out, and like a good little omega, I was off the bed and in the bedside drawer, grabbing a tube and throwing it down beside them.
No, it was more than that. I was a part of them, this, in as far as I was willing to go. They’d have me between them, sliding into both holes, if I’d been open to that, and wasn’t that a squirm inducing thought? Even now, they stared at me as they rubbed against each other, a long groan forcing them apart. Brendan kneeled over him, his body a study in muscular perfection, his thighs flexed as he leaned back over them, his broad hand uncapping the lube and then pouring it into his palm.
The muscles in Rhys’ groin strained as his mate’s hand tightened around his dick, little groans escaping his lips as Bren massaged lube all over his cock.
“Oh fuck, Bren… Not gonna last. Been too long.”
“You need me, love?” There was something a little evil in Brendan’s voice, like he’d torment his lover just a bit before giving him what he needed.
“I’m aching. Keep doing that and I’m gonna—”
Rhys’ voice was choked off as Bren slid his other hand lower, brushing his lubed fingers against Rhys’ arse before pushing in.
“Don’t come,” Bren commanded, slamming his will down on the other man. “Don’t you fucking come, or I won’t do this again. You can suck my cock raw, but I won’t do this if you come before I tell you.”
“You punishing me?”
That should have been an accusation, but it came out a ragged moan.
“Reminding you who you belong to. You’re mine, this body is mine, all of it is mine, and you’ll treat it with the respect you give me.” There was a little edge to that. “Say ‘yes, alpha’ if you understand.”