Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 122684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 491(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 491(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
When he lifted his head, Wyatt looked over his shoulder at River, still seated on the couch, one hand shoved down the front of his pants as he stroked himself.
“We need to get upstairs now,” River said through clenched teeth. Wyatt was not going to argue.
Wyatt kept Bel tucked into him as they cut across the living room and up the stairs. He didn’t hesitate as he turned them toward the guest bedroom he and River had been using. The orders for various clothes and household supplies had included several bottles of lube. Wyatt also couldn’t be sure of the sleeping arrangements, but he wanted to ensure that Bel’s scent was in their sheets for at least one night.
River moved around them and flipped on one of the floor lamps on the far side of the room. Just enough light to cast everything in a soft, warm glow.
Standing in the center of the room, Wyatt pulled Bel in front of him again, lining their bodies up so that he could feel each of Bel’s ragged breaths and the rapid beat of his heart. His face was beautifully flushed, and his lips were parted. There was such need and hunger stamped on his features, but there was a nervous wariness in his eyes.
Wyatt placed his palms on Bel’s tense shoulders and pushed down, running his hands along the muscles of his back to knead his ass, molding that slender body to his. “When we’re together like this, it’s all about pleasure. What makes you feel good. What makes River feel good. What makes me feel good.”
River took his shirt off and pressed along Bel’s back, nuzzling his face into Bel’s shoulder before kissing his jaw. “We want to make you happy, Bel.”
“But I don’t know how to make you happy,” Bel said, his voice falling off into a moan.
“That will come later.”
“But—”
Wyatt captured Bel’s lips in a deep, draining kiss. His tongue explored the vampire’s mouth, learning every inch of him. This was only the beginning; he wanted to memorize every part of him, and he was happy to spend the rest of his life doing it. When he finally broke off the kiss, River reached up and turned Bel’s head, taking his mouth in another kiss that had Bel sighing. He relaxed against River, allowing Wyatt to step away enough to start undressing him.
Carefully, he undid the adorable bow tie and tossed it aside. He’d never seen the vampire looking anything but dapper regardless of the hour, but now he’d get to see all of him in the flesh. This was better than unwrapping a gift on Christmas.
Fingers deftly slid buttons through holes, and he pushed the two halves of the shirt aside to reveal perfect pale white skin broken only by a dark trail of hair leading from his navel into his pants.
Wyatt slid his hands up Bel’s chest and the vampire moaned, pulling his mouth away from River to look at Wyatt. “God yes,” Bel hissed.
“Tell us what you want. What’s your favorite thing?” Wyatt asked.
“I don’t have a favorite.” Bel’s eyes shifted away from Wyatt’s face to land on his shoulder.
River finished pulling off Bel’s shirt and pressed his bare front to Bel’s back, earning him a blissful sigh at that first touch of skin-on-skin contact.
“You must like something,” River insisted.
Something nagged at Wyatt, and he frowned. “Bel, this isn’t the first time you’ve been with a man, is it?”
River’s panicked eyes shot up to Wyatt’s over Bel’s shoulder. Yeah, Wyatt’s brain was struggling with the idea as well. Bel was close to two hundred years old. How could he still be a virgin after all that time?
“No, not really,” Bel said, though he still wasn’t meeting his eyes. “Years ago…when I was still human. Rafe took me to a place. They were commonly referred to as molly houses.”
“A gay brothel?” River asked.
Bel’s smile returned. “Something like that, but it was also just a place to drink, play cards, and socialize. But yes, I hired someone…to…suck my cock,” he finished softly.
Wyatt tipped Bel’s head up so that he had to meet his eyes. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Oh, yes. It was quite nice.”
“Good, but I’m aiming for something a bit more enjoyable than nice.” Wyatt kissed Bel again, struggling to rein in his rampaging hunger. Bel was practically untouched. He had so much to experience for the first time, and he couldn’t wait to give Bel all those new things with him and River.
When he finally lifted his head, he found the same eager hunger shining in River’s eyes. They needed to keep their pace slow, ease Bel into this.
“Get undressed and in bed. Our Bel needs to see how beautiful you are against his sheets,” Wyatt instructed, his voice nearly a growl.
River nodded and stepped backward toward the bed, his hands already working on the button and zipper of his jeans. After changing to human form in the kitchen, he’d only put on his shirt and pants, not bothering with the rest. He shoved his jeans down his legs as Wyatt turned Bel in his arms, allowing the vampire to clearly see his lover.