“Do you want me to…?” He looked down into the space between them, his meaning obvious.
Viggo shook his head and moved close to Sebastian’s body, closing the space between them until Sebastian’s nose was touching his pec. He lifted his hand and let it rest on the side of Sebastian’s face. “You can return the favor tomorrow.”
Sebastian mumbled a contented okay, sounding sleepy now that he’d had his release, and Viggo knew that he’d made the right decision.
His cock was hard, but it wouldn’t hurt him to delay his gratification until morning.
Lifting his eyes, he found Bjorn watching him with a contemplative expression. The expression was familiar, but Viggo had no idea what he was thinking.
He was surprised when Bjorn spoke.
“Good?” Bjorn sounded curious.
“Very.” Viggo bit his bottom lip, studying Bjorn for any trace of his old self. “Do you want to touch him like that?”
Bjorn blinked, like the question was confusing, only to wrinkle his nose and shake his head.
Viggo’s heart sank.
“Like this,” Bjorn said, pushing his face down into Sebastian’s hair and breathing in deep through his nose to demonstrate. He stayed like that for a few seconds, placing his hand over Viggo’s where it rested on Sebastian’s cheek, and when he lifted his face, he was grinning. “It’s good.”
“Very good.” Viggo agreed. He pushed his neck forward and gave Bjorn’s cheek a kiss, right over his beard, the movement pushing his chest into Sebastian’s face and making him let out a noise of protest.
Viggo laughed and pulled away, letting Sebastian breathe again.
“Are we going to sleep now?” Sebastian asked, his voice sounding sleepy.
“That’s the plan,” Viggo said.
“Is Bjorn going to let me go?”
In reply, Bjorn pulled Sebastian tighter and made a rumbling sound deep in his throat.
“Does that answer your question?” Viggo answered, chuckling.
“So I’m supposed to sleep like this?”
Viggo leaned down and kissed the top of his hair, brushing his thumb over the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”
10
SEBASTIAN
Sebastian couldn’t sleep. He lay squished between Viggo and Bjorn’s muscular bodies, unable to wriggle more than an inch without Bjorn tightening his arm and pulling him in closer, the two werewolves giving off enough heat to melt an iceberg.
He was exhausted, but no matter how much he tried to fall asleep, it just wouldn’t happen. Every time he closed his eyes, the only thing he could think about was how much his life had changed.
Hebelongedto Viggo and Bjorn. He’d forgotten that for a few hours, too caught up in his attraction to the older werewolf, but now that he lay between them, unable to move, it was hitting him.
This was hislife. Belonging to Viggo and Bjorn wasn’t like a job or a relationship where you could quit if it didn’t work out. This was it for him.
The realization was terrifying.
Viggo’s hard cock poking him in the belly didn’t help matters, either. Sebastian’s jaw still ached from when Viggo forced the bulbous monstrosity into his mouth, the blunt mushroom-shaped head locking behind his teeth like some kind of medieval torture device, its monstrous size a constant reminder that he was way out of his depth.
To make matters worse, every throb and twitch against his belly was making him want to reach down andtouch.
