Calder’s lips twitched as a blush took over Wes’s face.
“Thank you for speaking with him.”
“Anytime. You know I love that kid.”
Calder did know it, and he was grateful his sons had such incredible beta role models in Wes and Assa.
But that didn’t stop him from digging deeper into Wes’s statement. “Do you think you’d notice more about Valentin being an alpha if you didn’t have two partners?”
“Hard to say. We’ve never been monogamous, so to some degree that element has always been there. Our exclusivity as a triad, not being with other men—that’s the part that feels new.”
A wave of something close to guilt washed over Calder at Wes’s mention of their closed polycule.
On the Pashuks’ porch last week, he’d pushed the other alpha, challenged him on his vision for the future.He had covered Valentin’s hand. Kissed his fingers.
Yet he couldn’t bring himself to regret it, not when he’d done it at the insistence of his inner alpha.
Last night, Calder’s rogue brain had conjured an intense dream. In it, the Pashuks were naked. Valentin stood in front of the bed, and Wes and Assa knelt before him, taking turns licking his cock. Valentin started growling. At that point, Calder had walked in, also naked. He cupped the back of Valentin’s head with one hand and claimed his lips in a filthy kiss, muffling his growls. With his other hand, he grabbed Wes’s dark hair, yanking him onto his cock, fucking his throat brutally. Wes took it with a moan.
The image had sharpened as Calder inched closer to orgasm. He pulled off the kiss with Valentin, rumbling loud enough to echo. The two alphas squeezed their torsos together, then shouted as they came simultaneously, Valentin releasing into Assa’s mouth while Calder unloaded down Wes’s throat. The betas worked themselves over with their fists, shooting onto the floor.
In the dream, Calder had looked up, hoping to find Zinn. He’d felt the omega’s presence in the background but hadn’t seen him.
As dream-Calder glanced from side to side, reality-Calder was startled awake by a very real Zinn greedily sucking the last dregs of cum from his cock.
Calder came to full awareness quickly, staring at the omega with big eyes.
“I couldn’t resist,” Zinn said as he popped off Calder’s dick. “You were moaning in your sleep, and I could tell you were having a sexy dream. We haven’t had much time for that since Lachie was born, so I figured I’d make the most of it.”
As Calder stared at him without speaking, Zinn’s hand flew to his mouth. “Cap? Was that okay? Should I have woken you up? … I’m sorry, I thought you were aware. You seemed really into it.”
Calder blinked. Zinn was afraid he’d done something wrong when it was Calder who had shot his cum down Zinn’s throat while dreaming of Wes, Assa, and Valentin.
“I’m sorry, sunshine. I was just surprised.” He smiled reassuringly. “That was a lovely way to wake up.”
“I just hope it was as good as whatever was happening in your head.”
Calder appreciated Zinn not asking for specifics. “It was better. Real is always better.”
Real was always better, but darn if that dream hadn’t felt real as fuck.
He’d been able to put it aside. But Wes standing in his living room after doing something nice for Jordie brought the fantasy back in vivid detail.
Calder had been comfortable with Wes from the start, seeing much of himself in the beta who cared so deeply about others’ happiness. But sex dreams? That was new. Another sign that the relationship between the five men was constantly evolving.
More often lately, such as when he’d had hismomentwith Valentin, Calder admitted to himself that he felt something beyond friendship for the Pashuks. Valentin’s guilelessness, Assa’s softness, and Wes’s resoluteness called to him. And his relationship with Zinn was not the same as it had been with Denni.
It wasn’t that he loved Zinn any less than his first husband. It was more because Calder had changed. After Denni died, he thought he’d never experience that type of all-encompassing love again.
Now he had more love, more family, than he could have ever imagined.
And he was secure enough to admit it could be more than it was.
Teal had once spoken to him about the concept ofpack. Modern society had essentially abandoned the idea, but in the past, men had often lived and loved in polycules, orpacks.
Calder realized that, while he’d been adept at being a typical husband to Denni in his early twenties, life had thrust him into this position as part of a two-family pack. And perhaps he was always meant to push them toward the inevitable future.
Make sure your dreams are big enough, he’d said to Valentin.