“This is nice,” Bjorn said finally, the contented rumble in Viggo’s chest and the slight pain where Viggo’s fingers clenched down on his side going right to his crotch. He rubbed his chin against Viggo’s cheek, wrapping his arms around him and giving him a squeeze. “But it would be nicer if we were in bed and your cock was in my ass.”
Viggo laughed into his neck, pulling away and looking up at him. Standing one step down on the stairs, Viggo’s six feet and five inches seemed even shorter than usual, and Bjorn realized that he’d been balancing on his toes in order to reach his neck. His eyes were warm and happy, his pupils nearly black with arousal.
“You don’t think we should talk?”
Bjorn shook his head, sinking down until his ass hit the step above him, his hands trailing down the length of Viggo’s body as he lowered himself. He cupped the bulge in Viggo’s shorts, hot and moist with fresh sweat, and kneaded the hard length beneath the flimsy material. “I always forget how fucking hot you are,” he mumbled, leaning in and dragging his nose up the length of Viggo’s bulge. “I think I remember, but then I actually see you and every time it’s like a punch to the gut.”
To Bjorn’s surprise, Viggo gently nudged him away. There was an odd look of contrition on his face.
“You don’t have to…” he trailed off, glancing at his bulging crotch with a quick grimace that made no sense.
“I don’t have to do what?” Bjorn asked, confused. His cock pressed against the front of his jeans, so hard it hurt, and he couldn’t understand why Viggo wasn’t pushing him down and flipping him over andmountinghim.
“I mean…” Viggo looked around, like he was trying to figure out how to express himself and coming up short. “We can do what you want, this time. It doesn’t always – it shouldn’t always – be just about what I want.”
Bjorn had never been more confused. He wrinkled his nose, Viggo’s bulging crotch making his mouth literally water, and wondered what Viggo was trying to say. They did what he wanted every time Viggo forced his massive knot inside of him. He loved the feeling of getting fucked, and though he was excited about having a human around that he could fuck and dominate, he wouldn’t give up submitting to Viggo foranything.
“What I want is for you to pin me down, fuck my ass and bite my shoulder while you plug me up with your knot.”
Viggo said nothing.
Bjorn hesitated, pulling his hands away from where they rested on Viggo’s hip and folding them in his lap. He wondered if Viggo’s preferences in bed had changed with Sebastian’s arrival, and if so, was this his awkward way of telling Bjorn that what they’d always done no longer did it for him?
Bjorn forced himself to look up and take in Viggo’s expression. “Is that not what you want, anymore?”
Viggo crouched down, taking Bjorn’s face in his hands. “I want you to be happy. Can you really say that submitting to me and letting me treat you like some kind of omega is enough for you?”
Bjorn’s cock spasmed at Viggo’s choice of words, though he was confused by the anguish behind them. He’d always loved rough sex. The fact that Viggo could fuck him hard enough that he actually feltconqueredwas what had drawn him to him in the first place, way back at the start of their relationship when they’d been a pair of cocky teenage alphas dreaming about having their own territory.
Feeling the heat of Viggo’s over-exerted body radiating against his skin, his husband’s hands clammy against his face, Bjorn tried to understand what Viggo was thinking to make him say such truly idiotic things
“Is that a joke?” he finally asked, Viggo’s hands twitching against his cheek.
“What? No!” Viggo shook his head, letting go of Bjorn’s face and wiping the sweat from his brow. He dried his hand on his shirt, his expression twisted in an unhappy grimace.
Bjorn’s stomach sank, and he wondered if this was how it ended between them. Unexpected and breaking his heart into a million pieces.
“If you want things to change between us,” he growled, feeling like Viggo was slipping away from him and not knowing how to stop it, “just fucking tell me. Don’t fuck around and try to convince yourself that you’re doing it for me.”
Viggo’s breath hitched, his devastated expression shifting to incredulity.
“You like it?”
Bjorn’s eyebrows shot up, wondering if Viggo was actually asking him – after more than nearly two decades together – whether or not he was satisfied in the bedroom.
“What?” he scoffed. “You mean our sex life? Did you think I was putting up with it for your sake? I’m not that fucking pathetic. I like getting fucked. Thatcan’tbe news to you.”
Viggo blinked, looking like an idiot with his open mouth and shocked expression. Bjorn rose up, glaring down at his husband as he considered the implications of what he was saying.
“Fucking hell, Viggo. If I didn’t enjoy our sex life, I wouldn’t have married you. Are you that much of an asshole that you’ve been fucking me like that and thinking I don’t enjoy it?”
“No, I-”
“Then what the fuck are you saying?” Bjorn demanded, furious.
“I don’t know!” Viggo shouted, baring his teeth in angry frustration before visibly reining himself in and taking a step back on the stairs. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. “Your wolf took over, and I didn’t know how to fix it, and I thought…” Viggo swallowed, and all at once he was back to looking exhausted. “I thought it was my fault.”
The anger drained out of Bjorn like water from a sieve. Of course Viggo had found a way to blame himself when Bjorn went feral. He’d probably spent the past six months building a case against himself, casting himself as the villain and reconsidering every aspect of their relationship because of it.
