“You’ve got more than that,” Viggo chided, releasing Sebastian’s head and reaching around to take a hold of Bjorn’s knot. He squeezed, working the bulge at the base of Bjorn’s cock just right, milking it and making sticky come dribble out of his slit like a leaky faucet.
When Bjorn’s balls were finally empty, drained to the point where they felt sore, he bent forward in exhausted relief with his hands on his hips and panting like he’d just run a marathon.
“I need to lie down,” he said, throwing himself onto the bed with a laugh.
Viggo scooted back next to him, lying down and manhandling Sebastian into position between them. The boy was still caught on Viggo’s knot, his grunts and winces making it known that all the moving around was not comfortable.
“Thank you for my present,” Viggo said, speaking to both of them. Bjorn scooted closer, Sebastian’s face now practically smothered by his chest.
“You’re welcome,” Bjorn said.
“But there’s more,” Sebastian protested, twisting his neck and looking up at Viggo. “We got you a whole collection of rope, and there’s a book, too. It has instructions. We thought you might want to practice tying me up using the techniques in the book.”
Viggo’s breath hitched, and Bjorn could tell by the twitch of his hands that he’d just shot another spurt of come into Sebastian’s guts.
“That’s even better.” Viggo grabbed Sebastian’s chin, holding his head steady and kissing the top of his head. “Thank you.”
Lying there, Sebastian between them, Bjorn felt content. Their pack was growing, Sebastian was everything he’d never known he needed, and Viggo was his old, perfectly cocky self.
“I like this,” he said, quietly pleased.
“It worked out in the end, didn’t it?” Viggo’s smile lit up his face. “Who would have thought?”
“Not me.” Sebastian sounded sleepy, his jaw opening wide in a yawn. “I even think my mom will come around. She doesn’t rant about you as much anymore. Now you’re justthe werewolves.”
Bjorn chuckled. Sebastian’s mother was a handful, but she loved her son and that was enough for him to like her.
“All right, I’m tired,” Sebastian announced, eyes closed and arm wrapping around Bjorn like he was the world’s biggest teddy bear. “I’m going to sleep, okay? Good night. Love you.”
“Good night, Sebastian.” Viggo kissed the top of his head again, breathing in his delicious scent.
“Good night,” Bjorn echoed.
Sebastian’s breathing evened out, sleep claiming him within seconds of his announcement.
“So what’s next?” Bjorn asked, curious if Viggo had any more plans for their pack now that they’d started expanding.
Viggo lifted his shoulder in a tiny shrug, careful not to wake Sebastian. “You think I have a plan?”
Bjorn gave him a look. “Are you saying you don’t?”
“I’m saying we protect our pack and our territory, and we try our best to be happy. That’s my plan.”
Bjorn took a deep breath, perfectly content with that.
“Sounds good to me.”
“Yeah?”
Bjorn lifted his lips in a sleepy smile, nodding. “Yeah. Safe and happy. Shouldn’t be too hard for you to deliver.”
The words were spoken almost like a joke, but Bjorn meant them with all his heart. Viggo had always been his safe harbor – a fierce defender that would always stick up for him and do everything he could to make sure he was happy.
“You don’t think?” Viggo’s tone was self-deprecating, and Bjorn couldn’t have that.
He shook his head. “Not at all. You’ve always made me feel both. It’s why I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
