He should have known better. Bjorn hadn’t been interested in sex since going feral, but Viggo had hoped that his erection earlier had been a sign that that was changing.
Sex and romance were entirely the purview of Bjorn’s human half. For his wolf, sex was something that felt good, but not something he necessarily felt any need to take an active part in.
Bjorn going feral had driven that point home with cruel bluntness.
Usually the divide didn’t cause any problems. Bjorn’s wolf enjoyed physical intimacy – the touch and closeness of pack – and it especially liked the times right after sex, when he and Bjorn would tangle their limbs together and just be.
Or so Viggo had always thought. Now he wondered if Bjorn’s wolf had just been relieved it was over.
Pulling off his jeans and shirt, exchanging them for a comfortable white tank top, Viggo cursed himself. This was far from the first time Bjorn had had an erection since going feral. It was a simple reaction to having his groin stimulated. The fact that he was hard didn’t mean that he was interested in sex.
Adjusting his balls, Viggo thought back to the last time he’d been balls-deep inside his husband. They’d been out in the woods, on the night before the full moon, the crisp winter air making them press close for warmth as Viggo sank his knot into Bjorn’s tight ass. They’d been in one of their favorite clearings, powdery snow melting to slush beneath their warm bodies, fully clothed with their jeans pressed down around their thighs.
Viggo remembered his knot going down, sliding out of Bjorn’s ass with a squelch of come, and rolling over onto his back and laughing up at the twinkling stars as he pulled Bjorn into a hug on top of him. He’d been happy – deliriously so – and such an idiot.
Something that night had been the straw that broke the camel’s back – had driven Bjorn’s wolf over the edge – and when he allowed himself to be honest, Viggo was pretty sure that round of fucking on the forest floor was probably it.
He’d been too domineering – too rough – sticking his gloved fingers into Bjorn’s mouth and making him choke on them, smacking his ass, biting his neck with enough force to make him bleed and mounting him like a dog mounted his bitch.
He should have beengentle. He should have shown Bjorn how much he loved him – appreciated him – should have treated him like a fucking prince.
But he hadn’t. He’d taken it for granted that Bjorn told the truth when he said he liked the way things were between them, and because of that, he’d lost him.
Viggo gave himself a hard mental shake. He hadn’t lost Bjorn. He was still here, and now that he had Sebastian to serve as the lowest member on the totem pole, he’d be back to himself in no time.
Exchanging his tight briefs for a comfortable pair of boxers, Viggo grabbed an additional set of sleep clothes and walked back into the bedroom. Bjorn was sitting on the edge of the mattress, watching the door to the bathroom like a clingy dog waiting for his master. His expression was hungry with anticipation.
Viggo let out a snort and threw the extra t-shirt and boxers at his husband, who caught them with a frown.
“We’re not sleeping naked,” Viggo explained, pointing down at his own tank top and boxer shorts and making Bjorn sigh. The sound was drawn out, Bjorn’s shoulders slumping with exaggerated drama, but he stood up and put the clothes on with an air like this was just one more thing Viggo was doing to annoy him.
He sat down, and Viggo sat down next to him. They watched the door to the bathroom, listening to the sounds of Sebastian moving around on the other side of the door.
“Don’t sleep on top of him.” Viggo turned to Bjorn, remembering how he’s squished Sebastian earlier. That had been fun to watch while he was paying attention and making sure that Sebastian was okay, but he didn’t want Bjorn to accidentally smother their new human to death on his first night.
Bjorn frowned.
“I mean, you can hold him – unless he tells you not to – but don’t lie right on top of him. You’re too heavy.”
When Bjorn pouted, his plan for the night obviously ruined, Viggo pushed closer so that they were hip to hip. He wrapped his arm around Bjorn’s neck, pulling his head down and kissing the top of his head. Bjorn was bigger than him, so he had to reach up to do it, but Bjorn let himself be manhandled with good grace.
“I love you,” Viggo said, releasing his hold and shifting so that he was the one burrowed in under Bjorn’s arm. Bjorn squeezed him, good natured, and nuzzled into his cheek.
The door opened and Sebastian stepped out of the bathroom, pausing when he saw Bjorn and Viggo cuddling. He was dressed in just a t-shirt, the bottom of the shirt reaching all the way down to the top of his knees.
“There you are,” Viggo said, standing up and walking across the floor to wrap his arm around Sebastian’s shoulders. He moved fast, Sebastian looking like he was about to bolt back into the bathroom and lock the door. “Are you ready for bed? Anything you need before we turn in for the night?”
Sebastian was trembling, and Viggo wondered why he was nervousnow. He’d told him they weren’t going to do more than sleep.
Sebastian swallowed and licked his lips, shaking his head. “I’m ready.”
His voice cracked, and Viggo had the urge to wrap him up in bubble wrap and never let anything happen to him ever. Well, except for him and Bjorn.
“Perfect.” Viggo steered him toward the bed, lifting the covers and nudging him onto the mattress. Sebastian slid under the sheets, smoothing his shirt down when it rode up his thighs, and burrowed under the covers.
Bjorn, practically prowling, moved to the other side of the bed and slid in on Sebastian’s other side, taking him off guard and making him yelp when he pulled him tight against his body. He manhandled Sebastian onto his side, pulling his back skin to skin against his muscular chest, and tucked him in under his chin.
To finish it all off, Bjorn draped his arm over Sebastian’s chest, holding him in place and making it impossible for him to do more than wriggle.
