Satisfied, Viggo sat up and wiped his mouth, looking down at his wrecked mate with satisfaction.
“Asshole,” Bjorn complained, breathing hard and trembling. He rolled over onto his back and draped his arm over his face. His mouth was set in a tired grin, his face slick with sweat like he’d been running. Viggo loved him so much.
“You look cute when you’re all fucked out.” Viggo crawled up to the headboard and sat down, looking down at Bjorn next to him. “All those big muscles shaking and quivering. You’re like a horse after a race.”
Bjorn rolled his eyes and delivered a weak punch to Viggo’s thigh. “Being compared to a horse is not a compliment.”
“Sure it is,” Viggo said. “Or do you not think people mean it as a compliment when they say that someone is hung like a horse?”
“But you’re not talking about my dick,” Bjorn pointed out. “You’re comparing me to a horse. It’s pretty degrading.”
Viggo ran his hand through Bjorn’s hair, brushing it away from his face. He smirked down at his impressive specimen of a husband. “So I should cancel the order for the bit and bridle I ordered?”
Bjorn laughed, sitting up next to him and leaning against his shoulder. “Not unless they’re for you.”
Viggo chuckled, letting the subject drop. Though he would have loved to play bondage games with Bjorn – would love to see him gagged and hobbled – his husband had never been interested in letting himself be tied up or put into any kind of restraints.
Thinking about it, Viggo knew that in itself should have been a clue that Bjorn wasn’t just humoring him when it came to their sex life. He’d always been very vocal about what he liked and didn’t like, and thinking back, Viggo was at a loss to understand how he’d managed to convince himself that Bjorn was unhappy as an alpha and that it was his fault.
Except, he knew exactly how it had happened. He’d been scrambling and panicking, spiraling as the months passed and Bjorn showed no signs of betting better, and with no good ideas for what was actually wrong or how to fix it, he’d settled on a bad one.
And now they had Sebastian. Thinking about the adorable human, with his easily bruised skin and impossibly tight hole, Viggo’s spent cock gave a weak twitch of interest.
They sat in companionable silence, relaxing and enjoying the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, before Viggo finally felt the need to speak.
“I made it very clear to Sebastian that he didn’t have to have sex with us.”
Bjorn shot him a stern glare. “And now we’re going to make it very clear to him that he doesn’t have to live with us or even see us if he doesn’t want to, either.”
Viggo’s wolf bristled at being told what to do, but Viggo ignored it. He didn’t mind doing things Bjorn’s way. He was sure that between the two of them they had what it took to seduce Sebastian and make him their happy little sex-toy – without having to resort to coercion.
“Fine by me.” Viggo kissed Bjorn’s cheek. “We’ll do things your way.”
Bjorn narrowed his eyes, calculating and considering whether Viggo was humoring him or if he’d gotten his way. It was a look that Viggo was very familiar with.
“You’re being very agreeable,” Bjorn accused.
Viggo patted Bjorn’s meaty thigh and offered up an innocent smile. “There’s no reason not to be. You saw him. Every time he so much as looked at us, he started drooling. He’s hooked, and I don’t mind loosening the line a little before reeling him in. We’ll have him on his knees and begging for our knots by Halloween.”
“Jesus,” Bjorn groaned, leaning his head back against the wall. He turned his face and shot Viggo a judgmental glare. “You’re diabolical.”
Viggo laughed. He was so happy to have his grumpy, disagreeable mate back to his old self again.
“Do you want me to change?” Viggo leaned in and nuzzled into Bjorn’s ear, taking his earlobe between his teeth and giving it a tug. “Be a little boy scout like you?”
Bjorn huffed, turning his face and meeting Viggo’s lips in a soft kiss. He leaned back and looked into his eyes.
“No, I like you just the way you are – diabolical scheming included.”
Viggo was glad to hear it.
* * *
The next morning Viggo and Bjorn slept in. They needed the rest, though Viggo wished they’d taken the time to change the sheets before falling asleep. The covers werecrusty.
“Morning,” Bjorn yawned, stretching and scratching his stomach. He turned and smiled at Viggo, satisfaction radiating off him. “How are you feeling?”
Viggo’s balls felt drained, and if it hadn’t been for his werewolf healing, he was sure that there would be friction burns on his cock. He’d never felt better. “Happy. You?”
