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)
Wyatt released him, and Bel barely held back the whimper. “Get the lube and prep River while he holds his legs.”
Bel could only manage a nod as he pushed to his knees. He didn’t give in to the desire to grab River’s mouth in another kiss. Picking up the bottle of lube from where it was lying in the twisted blankets, he squeezed some onto his fingers. A fresh batch of nerves sprung up, and his breathing picked up. He’d never done this before. What if he hurt River?
River placed his hands behind his knees and pulled them up to his chest, his smile cheeky. “Don’t go slow. Give me two fingers.”
Bel looked over at Wyatt to find him holding out his hand. Without thinking, Bel squirted some lube into his hand, and the man smiled. “Go slow. Just one.”
“Wyatt!” River cried over Bel’s chuckle.
Very carefully, Bel rubbed the tip of one finger over River’s hole, circling it, adding just a little pressure. Bel leaned down and placed a kiss to the center of River’s chest, then moved lower, kissing his stomach. When he finally pressed his finger inside, he took the tip of River’s cock into his mouth. A choked plea erupted from River’s lips and Bel moaned. His body was so tight, so hot.
Bel straightened and looked at where his finger was disappearing inside of his lover. It was like he was swallowing him up, trying to pull him deeper, demanding Bel become a part of him.
“Wyatt,” River panted. “So good. Please. More.”
A moan left Bel as he watched Wyatt stroking himself before he finally dragged his eyes up to his face.
“Give him two,” Wyatt growled.
Bel withdrew his finger and slowly pushed in two. River tried to shift to take more of him as he swore and begged. Sweat was starting to glisten on his skin, and his breathing was coming in ragged pants. Bel fought the urge to rub his rock-hard dick against the bed or even River. He needed some friction, some damn relief. Between the wet sound of Wyatt’s hand working his dick, River’s pleading, and the hot grip of his body, Bel was already hovering on the edge.
“Wyatt,” Bel said between clenched teeth.
“Close already?” Wyatt teased. “I’m not sure River is ready.”
“Not funny, Wyatt. I need to feel him,” River begged. “I want my Bel.”
My Bel.
Those two words helped to settle Bel a little more. No one had ever called him that, but now he belonged to two men. Those two words came in a very close second to what had become his favorite phrase—Our Bel.
Smiling, Bel pressed a kiss to the inside of River’s thigh. On a whim, he allowed his fangs to slide down. He opened his mouth and allowed the tips to just graze the tender flesh without breaking it.
“Bel!” River howled.
Bel smiled up at Wyatt so he could see his fangs. He’d already sworn to never bite them, but he was allowing Wyatt to see what had pushed River closer to the edge. If it were possible, Wyatt’s eyes became even darker.
“Fuck him. Fuck him hard now,” Wyatt snarled, his hand speeding up on his dick.
Bel pulled his fingers free of River’s body, earning a little whimper. He grabbed the lube and slicked up his own cock before moving into position. His hands were shaking with equal parts nerves, excitement, and need. Very carefully, he pushed forward. The head pressed past tight muscles, and Bel froze as he was gripped in fantastic heat.
“Yes, Bel. Gotta move. Please move,” River pleaded.
Moving to brace his hands on either side of River’s head, Bel thrust, moaning at the exquisite pleasure. Silken heat and tight, breathtaking friction caressed his dick. Nothing had ever felt so wonderful.
And then he started plunging into River’s body over and over again. Oh, God! This was heaven. River moaned beneath him. He’d released one of his legs, and his fingers were digging into Bel’s hip, urging him on. Sounds and words were falling from River’s lips—mostly nonsense, but they painted a picture of ecstasy.
“Harder! Fuck him harder!” Wyatt barked. “I want all the wolves everywhere to hear him coming!”
Bel pistoned his hips, slamming into River. The room was filled with the sound of slapping skin, ragged pants, and River’s cries of pleasure. Bel was so damn close to losing his hold on his orgasm. Already he felt the telltale tingling at the base of his spine. He just needed River to go over first.
Wyatt reached his hand across River’s body and wrapped his fingers around his cock. It took only a couple of strokes, and River was coming. Screams in the forms of their names filling the room. His wonderful passage clamped down Bel, squeezing him even tighter. Bel shouted and came, pumping himself deep inside of his lover. He threw his head back, fangs fully extended. Instincts begged to bury them into River’s throat, chase the orgasm with another kind of pleasure. Let them both burn up completely.