Chapter 15
Emery
At the time of Hudson’s declaration, we were left with a little over three weeks until the eclipse. The blood moon, our do-or-die moment. So, the day following Harrison’s attack, cuddled up together in bed over pancakes and coffee, we all set our goals.
Hudson stayed in bed for a few days, surrounded by all the books we could find that might lend him some insight into what he’d heard regarding his inherited magic and the blood moon, his family grimoire included.
He insisted it was to never leave the altar room at first, but when I argued that his ancestors were the ones who put him on bedrest by blocking his ability to heal with magic, he relented.
Tyler was doing whatever work he was able from the antique desk in the parlor, trying his best to avoid the office.
Well, avoid his father would be more accurate.
We all knew he was going to have to face the asshole eventually, but that wasn’t a topic Hudson or I felt like pushing with everything else going on.
A couple days after Hudson’s mauling, I reached out to the few fellow werewolves I actually liked in the world.
It was a long shot, as most of them were on the other side of the country, but if even more wolves were aware of the cure, we needed allies.
Giving as little information as possible just in case they weren't as cool as I’d thought, I made some calls, then returned all of my focus to my guys.
Between checking on Hudson and dropping in on Tyler with random werewolf-related tidbits to help him make a decision, I was doing anything and everything I could think of to help around the house, since it suddenly felt like we were all living there.
Over the following week, I replaced the windows that had been broken, then set to work repairing some of the loose boards on the back porch.
I trimmed the overgrown rose bushes in the front yard, then noticed the gutters needed cleaning.
While up on the roof, I decided to replace some of the shingles.
I mowed the lawn, swapped the batteries in the smoke detectors, adjusted the hinges on several doors, and rewired the parlor chandelier.
I couldn’t help it. I felt needed, wanted, and everything in between. My heart was happy.
Though, nothing brought me as much joy as holding my witch in my arms, even if it was to remove his stitches.
Tyler being there to distract him might have made it better, but he’d had to make an unavoidable end of the week run to the office. So, Hudson sat tucked between my legs with his bare back to me as I held him steady on the parlor sofa.
“Is it going to hurt?” he mumbled, gripping his knees and radiating anxiety.
“Hud,” I chuckled, carefully snipping the sutures, “you withstood four gashes in your neck, five deep punctures in your shoulder, falling from the second story, and thirteen stitches. I promise, any discomfort isn't gonna be nearly that bad.”
“Okay, but I didn't know those things were coming,” he groaned. “Knowing pain is coming but not when is torture.”
“Hey.” I leaned over, whispering against the shell of his ear. “It’s me, warlock. You know I’m gonna take care of you.”
Instantly, the most intoxicating aroma rolled off his skin, into my nose, and right to my dick. Pheromones. Pure Hudson, pent up for a week straight and ready to go with no more than my breath on his ear.
My own growing issue pressing right against his ass probably wasn't helping.
With a few alterations to a healing balm from the grimoire, and Ty’s help adding wolfsbane to counteract the lingering damage caused by a wolf’s claws, Hudson's injuries had healed nicely.
I had done the most cruel thing, however, insisting we save our first complete sexual experience together until his stitches were gone.
Hudson sucked in a shaky breath. “Don’t get me riled up right now, you jerk.”
“I think right now is the perfect time to get you riled up,” I snickered against his beautiful, lightly-freckled skin, peppering soft kisses along the back of his neck with every gentle tug to remove a stitch.
The distraction was working like a charm.
“It’s… been a week and a half, Em,” Hudson panted softly, his skin heating, that delicious scent growing stronger. “I can’t… take it anymore.”
“Tyler will be home any minute,” I said, setting the forceps on the coffee table.
Pulling him against my chest, I sank back against the couch.
I ushered his head against my shoulder so I could bury my face in the crook of his neck.
Smelling him. “And now… that your stitches are gone…” I gave his hair a gentle tug, making him look at me.
“We’re going to live out every little dirty thing we've been thinking about doing to you for the last week.”
Hudson’s face lit with the most gorgeously sinful smile. “You sneaky bastard. I completely forgot about the stitches.”
“I know how to take care of my boy,” I whispered against his lips, right before savoring them with a kiss that sent any remaining blood rushing to my cock.
With a heavy groan, Hudson wiggled his ass against my crotch, sorely testing my restraint to wait for Tyler.
Last time, I only came in at the end. I could get away with a little hand stuff, right?
I wasn't about to do that to Ty, though. I knew he was just as ready to blow with no more than a light breeze after a week of constant kissing and touching.
Wrapping a hand around Hudson’s stomach, I held him in place, growling against his lips, “Be patient, my little prince. Me and Tyler are going to make it so worth the wait for you. I promise.”
“Little… prince?” Hudson gasped between the smack of our lips. “Don't make my head any bigger, Em. I’m… already getting spoiled as it is.”
Pulling away slowly, I ran my thumb along his bottom lip, staring deep into those stunning emerald eyes of his. “Bonded to you or not, Hudson Garland, I’m still your wolf. Your knight and your protector, you understand me?”
That wicked grin again. “Alright, then. Have it your way, big guy.” He chased the pad of my thumb with his lips, kissing. Teasing. “My wolf. I like that.”
A thrill laced with deepest lust shot through every fiber of my being as the words left him. His wolf was all that I had ever wanted to be. I took his mouth in mine again, devouring the sounds that escaped with his surprise at the added force.
He was silk and honey. Scorching fire and soothing rain all at once. My enchanting, wholly addicting witch.
My prince.
Running my mouth down his throat, kissing the fading marks of his wounds, I lifted his arm.
His scent punched me right in the chest, and I shoved my face into his pit, breathing deep.
“Fuck, you smell so good.” I flitted my tongue along that sensitive skin, tasting him and driving him wild. “Taste good, too.”
“Emery,” Hudson whimpered, his eyes wide. “That a wolf thing or a you thing?”
Lapping at his underarm again, I smiled. “Yes.”
“D-Don’t stop,” he panted, eyes rolling back in his gorgeous head. “Holy fuck, I like that.”
“Perfect,” I snickered, licking him clean, every one of my senses set ablaze with my witch.
I was so completely caught up in him that I hadn't even heard Tyler’s car in the driveway. Hadn't caught the open and close of the front door, nor the shift of fabric that was Ty’s shirt being draped over the nearby armchair.
I only realized he was in the room when the springs of that chair squeaked as he sat, palming his cock through his slacks with a smirk.
“Welcome home, sugar plum,” I rasped, lifting my head and grinning.
Biting his lip, he shook his head with a light cringe.
I loved how much my terrible pet names annoyed him.
“C’mere, Ty,” Hudson said, reaching out for him.
“Not just yet, baby boy.” Ty made himself comfortable, leaning back with a single nod at me. “Em deserves you to himself for a little bit. I’m good right here for now.”
“Yeah?” Still facing Tyler, I shifted Hudson to kiss my way down his chest, sucking one pierced nipple and making him squirm in my arms.
“Oh, yeah,” Ty sighed, reaching into his pants. “Besides, I believe you have some things to teach me, puppy dog.”
Lifting my eyes to him with a smile, I gave Hudson’s nipple a flit of my tongue. “Sure do.”
“T-Teach him… what?” Hudson moaned.
“How to treat you right, little prince…” I ran my fingers down the soft grooves of his subtle abs. “How to savor you…” Relishing every shudder of his body. “Please you…” Delighting in every whimpering breath in my hair as I slipped my hand into his pants. “And make you ours for the taking.”
“Emery…” he sang in my ear as I wrapped my fist around his cock, giving him a few slow strokes.
I took his lips with a bruising kiss, gripping his length gently. My nose brushed the tip of his as I pulled away. “Take these pants off… and go brace yourself on the arm of the couch with that perfect little ass out for me, okay?”
Hudson’s eyes swelled as he practically leapt from the sofa. Stripping immediately, he positioned himself as told, sticking that tight little bubble butt out, just begging to be devoured.
“Such a good boy,” I praised him, taking one ass cheek in hand with a firm squeeze. Meeting Tyler’s eyes, I kissed Hudson’s ass right beside his crack. I spread him open with both hands, spitting onto his hole before sliding a finger from his tailbone to his taint.
The noise that left him as my fingertip grazed his hole set my wolf howling inside. I ran my tongue from his balls all the way up with a rumble in my chest, making him tremble against the couch, his whimpering cries awakening the beast in me.
And I let it out.
I shoved my face between his ass cheeks, laving and licking my way to his insides. Tasting him. Gorging myself on him.
I wrapped an arm around the front of his waist, dragging him closer and eating my way deeper. Completely feral, spurred on by every beautiful sound Hudson gave me and the soft slap of Tyler stroking himself to the sight.