Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Ivy
T here’s a shuffling noise as we descend the stairs, and once at the bottom, Ewan hits a light switch, throwing the dark basement into a low amber light.
“Flor?” he calls out into the space, and there’s a groaning sound from the corner of the room. “Florian, get the fuck up!”
The basement is set up as a nice little apartment with a bed on one side and a small living room and bathroom on the other side. The blankets on the bed shift, but no one comes out from under them. Instead a grumbled, gruff voice calls out, “Go away!”
Ewan looks at me and shakes his head. “Flor is stronger than either myself or Drake. He keeps us from shifting, but Florian has still gone after him more than once. The last time, Drake told him that if he does it again, he’ll kill me, and that finally got his attention. Since then, he’s been refusing to speak to either of us, trying to shut me out, and the other day he stopped eating. I’m genuinely hoping you can help.”
I swallow, trying to take it all in. I thought being with the Forresters was bad, but little did I know the home I would come to would be a veritable hell on earth for my mates.
Ewan walks toward the bed, setting his coffee down on the bedside table before taking mine and doing the same. “May I?” he asks, before settling himself behind me like he did upstairs.
He’s a good deal taller than me, and I notice the same as before—my body regulates, my heart rate becoming slow and steady, my breathing less rapid.
“Florian, Drake found our other mate,” Ewan calls out from behind me as he sets his chin on my shoulder, and when he drags his nose up my neck, my body reacts just like upstairs.
My nipples tighten as he whispers in my ear, “Do you want this?”
I nod, leaning back against him again. “Yes,” I reply, suddenly overwhelmed with his scent and the pulsing throughout my entire body.
The bed shifts again as Ewan finds the waistband of my shorts. I’m hyper aware that I’m still in the sports bra and sleep shorts, in a room with a man I just met and one I’ve never met. But none of it seems to matter to me in this moment. I just want Ewan to give me what I need.
His fingers slip inside my shorts and travel straight to my pussy, but this time, when he slides them between my legs, I automatically open for him, shifting my stance and leaning more of my body weight against him.
“That’s it,” he croons, kissing my neck. “I know what you need. Let me help you.”
Never in my life did I think I would let a man touch me like this again. Especially not after my treatment with the Forresters, but something is just different with Ewan. Something feels right.
My body is alive like it never has been before, sparks shooting through my system as he finds my clit and rubs soft circles around it. A soft moan escapes my lips, and I reach one of my hands up, snaking it around his neck and pulling him in closer.
Ewan nips at my ear and rubs faster. “Just a little something to take the edge off,” he tells me. “You’ll be able to focus after. I promise.”
My brain has been a jumbled mess this entire morning, and I hope he’s right. I don’t feel like myself. I feel like I can’t concentrate on anything, that all these important details about my current circumstances are being dropped on me, but they slip away in an instant. And I know I should be taking them in, putting together the pieces of a puzzle, and planning my way out, but all I can think about is Ewan and his hands on my body.
He reaches his other hand up, cupping my left breast through the fabric, and brushes his palm over my nipple. It aches, but he keeps going, lightly twisting and playing with it, all the while, his cock growing harder against me. I grind back, and Ewan nips my ear again.
“Not yet, Ivy,” he tells me, making me whine in response. “Florian, can you hear her?”
The grunt from under the blankets seems to be a bit less muffled, and I wonder if he’s listening. But before I can pay too much attention to it, Ewan rubs me harder, playing with my nipple and swirling his fingers faster against my clit.
Pleasure ripples through my body, causing my legs to spasm and my pussy to clench as my orgasm hits me. I cry out, arching my back, my thighs trembling as Ewan continues, not letting up against my over-sensitized clit.
“Fuck!” I scream as a massive man sits up in the bed in front of me, throwing off the blankets.
His nostrils flare as Ewan pulls his hand from my shorts, covered in my release, and stretches it out toward the man.
Florian rises from the bed, broad chest on full display, a pair of old flannel sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
“What the fuck?” he asks, his voice croaking when he speaks. “Ewan, what are you doing? Who is this?”
Ewan continues to hold me, keeping his hand outstretched and using the other to shimmy my shorts down. “Why don’t you tell me?” he asks, as Florian’s nostrils flare even more when he leans into Ewan’s hand. “Do you still feel needy, Ivy?”
I nod my head, my gaze dropping to Florian’s waist as his erection starts to press through.
Between that sight and Ewan behind me, I can’t think of anything other than getting fucked by these two men. I step out of my shorts, and Ewan lets go of me, coming around front and blocking my view of Florian. He makes direct eye contact with me and grasps the band around the base of my bra. I lift my arms as he slides it off before dropping his own pants.
His knot is already swelling, and I find myself licking my lips just at the sight.
“You’re in charge, Ivy. You’re my mate, and I’m here to serve you however you need.”
That surprises me, despite my current state, and I tilt my head. “What do you mean?”
Ewan takes a few steps back before lying on the bed behind him, all while Florian watches us intently. His cock is standing nearly straight up, and my body starts to ache even more.
“I mean, you’ve been around wolves before—men who would hurt you. That’s not us, and it never will be. Find your voice and find your wolf, Ivy. And take what you need.”
Something deep inside of me seems to come to life with those words, and I stalk toward him, not missing how Florian reaches out his fingers to trail them against my arm as I pass. His touch sends a fresh jolt of desire through me, and I moan at the feeling, unable to help myself as I scramble up on the bed and on top of Ewan.
He stares up at me, those hazel eyes deepening to a dark golden green. And I’m not sure what the fuck comes over me, but I angle myself over him, widening my hips and lowering myself down onto his throbbing cock.
Ewan’s mouth opens wide, and I cry out as I take all of him, all the way down to the top of his knot.
“Fucking hell,” he breathes, pausing with his hands on my hips for a moment before I start to move.
Everything in me is vibrating, chasing some high that only he can give me. I place my hands on his chest and bounce up and down, reveling in the feel of his cock sliding deeper and deeper inside of me. The sensation of his knot rubbing up against me and pressing on my walls, trying to get all the way into me.
“Gods,” Florian whispers from behind me. “She’s going into heat.”
“She is,” Ewan replies, smiling up at me. “And we’re going to get her through it.”
“What about Drake?” he asks, and my brain seems to catch up, recognizing that I’m in a murderer’s house but fucking someone in the basement instead of doing something about it.
“Not now, Florian,” Ewan demands before pressing my hips down farther. “Ivy, just focus on me. You’ll feel better after.”
Listening, I grind down on him, and he groans. “Fuck, that’s it. Just like that.”
Florian hisses behind me, but I try my best to ignore him, even though I want desperately to reach out to him. His scent permeates my nostrils, a sweeter smell than Ewan. More like musk and vanilla mixed with fresh grass. It’s intoxicating, and I close my eyes, riding Ewan and reveling in it.
“Are you ready, Ivy?” Ewan asks, and when I open my eyes again, his face is tense, his orgasm building.
“Yes,” I answer, more sure of myself and my current circumstance than I have been in a long time.
Ewan holds my hips tight and juts up into me, making my climax come shattering down around me. I scream out, and he does the same, his knot lodging inside of me and rubbing up against my G-spot, causing a second orgasm to rocket through me right on the heels of the first. Something warm shoots all over my back when I collapse on top of Ewan, and Florian’s hands begin rubbing his cum into my skin.
“Shhhh,” Ewan whispers, calming me while he kisses my cheek. “You’ll feel so much better soon,” he promises, petting my hair as I drift off on top of him, the feel of Florian massaging my back relaxing me into oblivion.