Chapter 5
Emery
Ihad known exactly what was going to happen the moment I’d left them alone together. Just because I carried an all-consuming torch for Hudson didn’t mean I was going to push myself between him and Tyler.
They were like a force of nature together.
Two forces, equal but opposite. Hudson was like the tide, his ebb and flow forever coursing toward the craggy shores of Tyler’s rigid life.
For a long while, I believed those rocks were eroding, crumbling to soft sands that would willingly embrace the gentle waves, no longer requiring a maelstrom to bend and break.
But even the tide withdraws.
Perhaps I was the moon. I’d brought Hudson home, fully knowing Tyler would be waiting for him. Left them to their own devices and saw my way out. So, you might say I caused this tide to rise.
That was it. I was the moon. A silent sentinel, watching from afar but never able to break orbit.
The moon really should’ve gone back to his apartment after dropping off Hudson’s truck.
I’d only meant to walk the perimeter of the property when I came back. Part of me expected to hear shouting. Or moaning. One of the two. Fucking or fighting.
Ultimately, this was going to be the end of it all. Hudson’s walls were always going to come down for Tyler, and Tyler was either going to go the distance or fuck it up magnificently all over again. And this time, Hudson would have to shut the door forever.
Bottom line, I wanted Hudson back in my life, in whatever form he would allow. If a miracle occurred and he and Ty worked it all out, win. If Hudson cut him out again, then at least he might be able to finally heal.
Might be able to let me in without the reminder of everything that had crushed him.
Especially with the whole I would rather live an eternity as a werewolf than rip out your heart and eat it out of the way.
Idiot.
My wanting the cure had nothing to do with being a wolf. I loved being a wolf. It was him I wanted to be free of. This stupid curse, created by his family, that bound me to him so completely.
Removing his light from my world wasn’t freedom.
It was trading one burden for another, and I knew how to deal with being a werewolf.
There I was, sitting on the coast alongside the Garland property, basking in the light of the full moon and still maintaining my human form.
Not at all crawling out of my skin when I heard Hudson crying, wanting nothing more than to run to him.
I wasn’t going mad the moment I heard Tyler’s footsteps move down the hall toward him, ready to offer him the comfort I so desperately wanted to give.
I was wholly understanding when Hudson broke down and wanted to be held by someone who wasn’t me.
I only punched one boulder, bloodied my fist a bit, and cracked that motherfucker while wishing it was Tyler’s face when Hudson initiated something beyond cuddling.
I could be a mature, upstanding, supernatural adult about Hudson falling back into the arms of the man who had ruined him. Totally not my business, right?
It wasn’t my business. It never was. So, I took a walk.
Tried to clear my head. Tried to escape the sounds of their lips on each other that seemed to be echoing in my ears.
Tried to put some distance between myself and the tangled scent of their shared sweat and pheromones that leaked from Hudson’s bedroom window, burning my nostrils like fire and making my dick go from zero to eleven in seconds.
I couldn’t help it. Werewolf thing.
Also a Hudson thing. Maybe a little bit of a Tyler thing, too. I’d been tempted to kiss him on Hudson’s command in the driveway, just to see what he’d do. Would’ve been hilarious.
Their mingled scents were something I’d grown accustomed to over the years. Maybe my wolf brain had just started to associate Tyler’s with Hudson’s. Maybe, in a weird way, that was what home smelled like to the monster inside me.
And for some reason, all I wanted to do was run back to the source of the smell that seemed to be following me along the coastline.
I kicked off the ground, flying further away at breakneck speed. Forcing myself to fight that urge. That need.
It made no sense. There must’ve been several miles between me and the house, but all I could smell, all I could feel in every fiber of my being was goddamn Hudson and Tyler, kissing, touching, and fucking.
Holy shit, they were fucking. I could hear it, the clapping of skin and the glide of Ty’s cock in Hudson’s ass.
All I could feel was shock. Not that it was happening. Two forces of nature and all that.
I was dumbfounded that it didn’t enrage me. That it didn’t send me spiraling into a full shift to run back and rip Tyler’s throat out. Something inside—my wolf or my own heart, I couldn’t say—was elated.
I couldn’t explain it. Not the joy surging through me, or the strange peace that washed over me. I certainly couldn’t explain how I’d made a loop around town and ended up right back in Hudson’s yard, staring up into his balcony window to revel in the very sensations that had sent me running.
There was no burn. No frustration or ache in my chest anymore. Only a strange whisper on the wind that sounded like… Hudson.
“The door is open… the tangles cut…”
But it wasn’t him. I could hear him, gasping and panting like a pup in heat, whispering Tyler’s name like a prayer. That sound nearly brought me to my knees as I squeezed my aching dick through my joggers.
“The path unbroken…”
I couldn’t fight the rush anymore. Short of bounding up to the balcony and crashing into the room, all I could do was take my cock in hand right there in the grass.
I stroked myself in time with the sound of Tyler’s thrusts, imagining I was right there, fucking Hudson with him.
In turns. At the same time. Giving him everything he deserved. Both of us.
“The way… unshut…”
“Emery…” My own name filled my ears. For a moment, I was certain it was my wild imagination. Merely a fantasy. “...he’s here.”
“Do you need Emery, baby boy?”
“I need him, Tyler…” The most beautiful words from the most beautiful boy. I was blessed to hear them. “We need him. He needs us. He’s all alone.”
Movement came from beyond the balcony window.
My eyes grew wide in the moonlight as I watched Tyler lead Hudson to the glass, both of them completely bare.
On full display just for me. I couldn’t take my hand off my dick as they watched, their shared scents practically dancing in the air, visible like a cloak of lust and need.
Lightning tore down my spine as Tyler pressed Hudson against the glass.
Hudson’s hands slid up the pane, open and reaching toward me, those glittering stars in his eyes never leaving my face.
Tyler ran his hand along Hudson’s chest, toying with the barbel in one nipple as he descended lower.
He bit soft kisses into the crook of Hudson’s neck, all the while watching as I stroked myself below.
Inviting me closer as he angled his cock just right, sliding deeper inside Hudson.
I leapt from the ground in a single bound, clambering over the balcony rail.
I stood there transfixed as Tyler fucked Hudson into the glass, pumping myself in time to their rhythm.
Hudson’s soft, filthy grunts of ecstacy.
Tyler’s sinful smirk as he plowed him into sweet oblivion with one hand on his ass and the other bearing their weight on the window.
Their scents and mine, filling the night air, even separated by the glass.
The tide, the shore, and the moon colliding, creating heaven right there on Hudson’s balcony.
“Tyler… Emery…” Hudson whimpered, flooding my body with electricity. “My boys.”
“All yours, baby boy,” Tyler sang, pulling at his ear with his teeth.
“Always yours, warlock,” I dared utter, fighting back tears.
“I’m so close…” Hudson moaned, trembling from head to toe.
Tyler reached around, grabbing Hudson’s cock as his thrusts turned brutal. Pleasuring him from both sides and making his eyes roll back in his head. Hudson’s cheek was pressed against the glass, watching me come undone at the mere sight of his body as Tyler gave him absolute bliss.
“Emery…” Hudson moaned, curling his hand into a fist against the window. “Come with us… please.”
Witnessing his and Tyler’s gorgeous forms locked in delicious sin would’ve been enough for me to achieve the most intense orgasms for the rest of my existence. Would’ve fueled my desires unto the end of eternity. But that request… on his lips...
My body went supernova. An all-consuming heat exploded inside me as my cock burst, over and over again, dripping from my hand and coating the wood beneath my feet.
The most beautiful sound escaped Hudson’s throat. His legs shook. He bit down on his lower lip, groaning and writhing against the window as he spilled over the glass, again and again while Tyler coaxed every drop free.
Tyler roared into Hudson’s shoulder, clutching tight to his stomach and smearing cum across that perfect skin as he emptied himself in his ass. Slowing his thrusts. Shoving his load deeper and deeper inside.
A euphoric haze lingered in the space between the three of us as Hudson and Tyler caught their breath. My body floated like a cloud as Hudson slid the glass door open. The moment I stepped into his room, he took my hand, still covered in my own release.
I was certain I’d died as he pulled it to his lips, drawing my fingers into his mouth. Tasting me. Moaning as he sucked them clean.
Tyler came up behind Hudson, licking his own fingers free of the mess Hudson had made. Then he leaned toward me. He wrapped a hand around the back of my head.
And Tyler Hargraves kissed me.
Not only kissed me. He quite literally shared Hudson with me. Just a taste. A sweet, salty taste of the boy I’d loved for so very long.
It was as if every wall that had ever separated us came crashing down.
Suddenly, nothing—and everything—made sense.