Oh yeah, his bird was losing control. Riggs thrust hard and fast, filling him up again. Victor arched into it, letting Riggs deeper than he’d ever been. His bear roared inside him, demanding he stake his claim. Riggs thrust hard once more, then lowered himself to Victor’s chest. With Victor’s legs around his waist, he was able to let go.
His hips moved, slamming forward as he chased release. He needed it. Needed to prove what had happened before wasn’t some figment of his imagination. Victor gasped beneath him, making little whimpers as Riggs pegged into him in rapid succession.
It could have taken longer. Riggs could have been patient and dragged it out. But he didn’t.
“Riggs.”
Something about the sound of his name on Victor’s lips, the pleasure he heard and saw as he brought his mate closer and closer to finding his release—it pushed Riggs over the edge, hard and fast. And then he felt it. The base of his cock began to swell. He thrust hard once more, earning a surprised gasp from Victor as he stretched him wider than he’d been stretched before.
“R-Riggs.”
“You’re mine,” Riggs grunted. “Mine forever.”
The words were what Victor needed to hear. His body shook and he arched up into the pressure, taking Riggs even deeper, letting the knot push into him and lock them together. Victor’s cock jerked too, and hot come shot between them. Feeling his mate’s release was enough to pull Riggs’s from him.
He cried out, clutching Victor tighter still as he moved his hips in the short thrusts he could. His release shot into his mate, sinking deep inside him. Riggs lifted his head as he came, staring into Victor’s eyes. Needing him to see. But then Victor arched his head to the side and bared his neck.
Riggs took what was offered with a roar of pleasure. His cock spurted again, an impossible amount of come filling his mate as he sank his teeth into that perfect, smooth skin. Victor’s cock spilled even more between them. He clutched Riggs closer, grinding his hips against the thick cock buried inside him.
It took several long minutes for Riggs to think clearly. Another couple for him to be able to move. He lifted his head and stared down at Victor. His mate. His own. Victor blinked up at him with a satisfied grin.
“Mine.” Victor ran his hands down Riggs’s back to his ass, which he grabbed.
Riggs grinned and gave a short little thrust. “Yours.”
“Knots.”
“Yeah.”
“Makes it real.”
Riggs couldn’t agree more. “Yeah.”
Victor nuzzled his face against Riggs and let out a contented sigh. “You’re very proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
Riggs grinned and nipped his favorite spot on Victor’s neck. “Yeah.”
“When we build our house, we need to soundproof a room. Not the bedroom, ’cause Gus-Gus might need us.”
Riggs raised his head. “Huh?”
“If you’re gonna make me scream like that, it might scare him.”
Riggs huffed and nipped at Victor’s lips. “Probably.”
“So… a sex room. I’ll discuss it with the architect.”
Riggs raised his head again. “Bathroom too. ’Cause, uh, the mirror thing. That’ll be happening again.”
Victor grinned. “Perhaps a sex suite?”
Riggs brushed his lips over Victor’s cheek to his forehead. “Sure.”
“You don’t think I’m serious, but I am.”
Riggs looked at him once more.
“I plan on us doing this a lot. Like a lot a lot.”
Riggs grinned. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.”
Riggs laughed and wiggled his hips a little. His knot had started subsiding, but he was still tucked securely inside his mate’s body.
“Oh fuck. Do that again.”
“I will. Once you finish talking about the sex room.”
Victor glared. “It’s important. We don’t want to scar Gus for life.”
“Knowing his dads are having sex will traumatize him?”
Victor’s breath caught. “His dads.”
Riggs met Victor’s gaze once more, unable to keep the smile off his face. “Yeah.”
19
Victor
Instead of a normal team meeting at a formal conference table in some office building, theirs took place in the middle of a bustling dining room filled with kids, noise, laughter, and great food.
Walt was back in the kitchen for another turn at dinner, this time making pulled pork and homemade mac and cheese. Victor had never eaten food like this in his life, and he found he enjoyed it quite a bit. Gone were the tiny portions and fancy sauces he’d always considered fine dining in the past. The kids needed good food and lots of it. No matter who was in the kitchen, they ate well. Although Victor wouldn’t confess it to anyone else, he admitted to himself that Walt was his favorite. The Goddess must have given