Chapter 11 #2
After a change of clothes and stuffing Vera’s bagged body into the back of my car, I took the wheel.
We’d have to find a spot on the Garland property to bury the corpse, that way the magic there would cloak it.
And wolfsbane grew over the graves of dead wolves, which apparently, we needed in bushels.
But first, we had a boy to impress with our handiwork.
Hudson hadn’t responded to any of our messages or picked up when we attempted to call him on our way back into town.
Tyler sank into a shittier mood with every voicemail recording of Hudson’s voice he got.
I was a little concerned, but I knew he’d been going stir crazy in the house for days.
He was probably cleaning. Or jacking off again.
The smell around the perimeter of the house had been driving me insane every time I went by.
“He’s fine, Ty,” I said for the third time. “I told you, he can take care of himself.”
“Yeah…” he mumbled, tossing his phone into his lap and turning toward the window. “Sure.”
“What’s got you so pissy? We fucking did it, Tyler. We took care of the threat.”
“You took care of the threat,” he grumbled, “I committed vehicular manslaughter, and even that was just dumb luck. I got lost trying to find a way to get to the location you sent and just kept driving.”
I shot him a smile and shrugged. “Luck matters in the thick of it.”
With a sigh, he shook his head, turning away again. “Just forget it.”
I probably should’ve. I chewed my lip, trying to shove it down, but the asshole had burst my bubble with his attitude. I thought we’d finally started to connect over the past few days, and there he was, shutting me out. “Hey, how long do you plan on being a complete dick to me?”
“What?” Ty snapped his head back to me with a glare.
“Ty…” I blew out a breath, tightening my grip on the steering wheel. “If this works… after what Hudson said—what we did, and I know it’s a long shot, but if we can convince him to stay, we’ll—”
“We’ll what?” Tyler growled, throwing up his hands. “Be the weirdest throuple in existence?”
“Yes, Tyler. The three of us. A witch, a werewolf, and a jackass paralegal with daddy issues.”
“Fuck you.”
“Would you?” I snapped.
“Would I what?”
“Would you fuck me, Tyler?” I yelled, going for broke. “Or are you just in this for Hudson? Because I can’t do that. This competition thing with you. Forever.”
The silence that followed rang in my ears above the sound of my tires on the asphalt. I seemed to have disarmed him as I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, just watching him open and close his mouth, searching the dash with his eyes as if it held the answer.
“Do…” he finally managed. “Do you… want me to fuck you?”
With a shrug, I leaned back in my seat, ready to rile him up. “Honestly, I’ve been itching to fuck you. Like… really bad. Can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Since when?!” He stared at me, open-mouthed and adorable with a flush on his cheeks.
“Since I beat you up for the shit you said to Hudson,” I admitted. “I don’t know, the way I had you pinned…” I smiled, shuddering with my whole body like the thought alone made me hard. It honestly did sometimes. “I just wanted to shove my cock in you and break you in half.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Em.” Ty hid his face in his hands.
“Don’t act like you’re not turned on, I can smell it.”
“That is so unfair.” Tyler growled in his throat, dropping his hands back into his lap. “I’ve never… done that before.”
“Taken it up the ass?”
“No…” He shifted in his seat, looking uncomfortable. “I tried… shoving a finger up there in the shower once. It was alright.”
“Well…” I said sweetly, shooting him a soft smile, “...if you’re willing, I’ll be gentle. At first. Once you’re good, though—”
“You’ll break me in half?”
“While Hudson watches,” I snickered.
After a moment, Tyler asked, “How does that work?”
“Well, I’ll probably shove my face in there first. Treat you right.”
“Not anal, Emery! You fuckin’ horn dog!”
I howled with laughter, slapping the steering wheel.
“How would…” Ty blew out a breath, falling back in his seat. “How would our relationship work? Like…” Slowly, he lolled his head to the side, biting his lip. “What if… I’ve been thinking about that kiss in Hudson’s room and… I wanted to do it again?”
My brows shot up as I turned to him. Throwing the emergency lights on, I guided the car to the side of the road, putting it in park. I reached out, grabbed the back of Tyler’s head, and pulled his mouth to mine.
He tensed at first, his surprise melting away as I slipped my tongue between his lips, savoring the taste of him. Warm and sweet. His soft moans making my insides light with fire and my cock twitch.
I pulled away with a sigh, nudging his chin with my knuckle to get him to look me in the eye.
“I think… it’d be best if we all knew where we were at before we go too far, but…
if we’re all together, then there’s an element of trust, Ty.
An understanding that the three of us come first, but also that we each have our own relationship with one another. ”
“So…” Tyler breathed, still inches from my face and clearly buzzing from that kiss, “if we were all together… I could do that with you any time and…”
“You wouldn’t be betraying, Hudson, no.”
The moment the sentence left my lips, Tyler claimed them again, threading his fingers in my hair. More forceful than the first but every bit as scorching. Setting my insides ablaze. He broke away, licking his lips. “I think… I’d let you.”
My brain took a moment to catch up, and my eyes widened. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He nodded, giving me a faint smile. His brow furrowed. “You really wanna lick my ass?”
“Oh, Ty…” I laughed, throwing the car back into drive. “I want to spread those cheeks and scarf you down like the prime cut sirloin you are.”
Ty groaned, tugging at his jeans. “I swear to god, Emery, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come in my pants.”
“You’ve never eaten Hudson out?” I asked, tossing him a confused glance.
“N-No?” His brow furrowed, and he shrugged. “Until the other night, I’d never done anything with his ass other than squeeze it when we made out.”
“Oh, my god, Tyler!” I slammed on the gas.
“What?!”
“You do not claim the heart of a gorgeous creature like Hudson Garland and leave his ass uneaten!” I shouted, racing toward the house, intent on saving Hudson from yet another terrible fate. “No wonder he’s so damaged!”
“What, rimming deprivation?!”
“Yes!”