Chapter 29 #2
“I believe it,” he whispers. “But do you think you can be good for just now? I know we're supposed to be letting you sleep, but you smell so good.” He pushes further, letting his fingertip nudge the base of my clit. “Doesn't she?”
I can't seem to look away from Parker's eyes. He stares down at me, head still propped nonchalantly on his elbow. “How close is your heat, Genie?”
“Close,” Drew answers for me. “About a week out, isn't that right? Maybe two. It's rarely like clockwork.”
“You stayed here this close to your heat?” Parker tisks. “That's not good girl behavior.”
“You have to stop,” I squeak.
Drew slides his hand lower, dragging his fingers along my swelling lips and back up to circle my clit just once, forcing a gasp from me. “Stop this? Do you really want me to stop?”
“No,” I whisper, slamming my eyes shut to block out both sets that are watching me so closely. “Him.”
“What am I doing?” Parker asks, still so casually unconcerned with what's happening between my legs. “I'm not even touching you.”
“Maybe you should?” Drew suggests.
“Are you serious?” Parker asks, all nonchalance gone.
I open my eyes a crack to see the devastated look he's giving Drew. Devastated. Determined. Arrogant.
“He isn't,” I say quickly.
Drew sinks his fingers lower, the tips grazing my smoldering entrance. “How would you know? Parker and I share. Often. I'm going to want to watch him fuck you eventually.”
“Don't.” I try to press my thighs together. “He doesn't –“
Parker reaches down and grasps my knee. “You don't know anything about what I want.” Then, before I can think to stop him, he pulls my knee towards his hip, opening me up for Drew. “I want whatever he wants.” He doesn't let go after he positions my leg across his own. “Whoever he wants.”
Drew dips a finger inside me, groaning at the slick heat that greets him. How did we get here? I just sent him away, and now they're both here making me burn in completely different ways.
“This is insane,” I whimper, raising my hips, giving into the pleasure for one moment.
Drew pushes deeper, dragging in a breath and growling. “It's overdue.”
“It's too fast,” I insist, but my body is on fire. I am too close to my heat. This is dangerous.
“If you tell him to stop, he will,” Parker says, the only hint that he's affected by any of this at all is the roughness lacing his voice. “I promise.”
“Don't make me stop, Genie,” Drew breathes against my ear. “We don't have to fuck tonight if you don't want to, but don't make me stop. I really do want you dripping off of my fingers. You can't hear it, but my wolf is howling for it. You have no idea how happy he is right now.”
I understand what he means. My own wolf is in an agony of want.
“What did they do to your ankle?” Parker asks and it takes me a long moment to comprehend what he’s talking about.
He means my foot, when Bella’s friends somehow managed to put that tack under my foot at the worst, most perfect second. “My foot,” I mumble. “They put a tack down. I stepped on it. It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine,” Drew growls but doesn’t stop moving. The contrast between his tone, Parker’s clinical words, and the ache growing between my thighs is dizzying.
Drew pushes another finger inside me and my head rolls to the side as I whimper.
Parker is suddenly there, too close, breathing my air, sliding his palm over my neck to cover it.
“That wasn't very nice,” he says, pressing the pad of his thumb against the side of my throat.
“Don't tease him with submission. His wolf is so close to the surface.
You have no idea how hard it has been on him to be kept from you.
Don't tease him, Genie. Don't be cruel.”
I swallow thickly. “I didn't mean to.”
“I'm fine,” Drew purrs. “We're fine. He can wait. Goddess, fuck. You're so wet. Do you want more? Say you want more, Eugenia.”
Do I want more? Yes. I want so much more. I want him to fuck the emptiness out of me. I want to be so full of him that emptiness doesn't even exist. But can I have it? What will happen tomorrow when we face what we do tonight in the cold sunlight?
He thrusts his fingers, stretching me with their thickness, and I gasp.
“Don't stop.” I can't take the words back now if I wanted to.
He heard them. Even if I tell him to stop touching me right now, he still heard the truth of the words.
He knows exactly how much I want him, and he knows that I don't give a fuck that Parker is here witnessing this moment.
“Yessss,” he groans, starting a slow steady rhythm with his fingers. “I want to see all of you. I've been thinking about your gorgeous tits since the hunt.”
I reach for the hem of my sweatshirt, but Parker is already there dragging the thick material up my stomach and over my breasts. My nipples tighten as the cooler air rushes over my heated skin.
“That's so good, baby,” Drew hums. “So pretty. I've gotten off thinking about this so many times.”
“Have you?” Parker asks, brow arched.
Drew's fingers still inside me, making me ache. “Don't act like you haven't.”
Parker doesn't say anything and Drew doesn't let it go. “Tell her,” he demands, pumping his fingers again, using more pressure, making me gasp and arch up to meet his hand. “Tell me.”
Parker sighs and looks down at Drew's hand moving underneath my shorts then back up at his face. “Do you really want to know or is this for her benefit?”
“Tell me,” Drew says, fucking into me with his fingers. “I want to know.”
“Fine,” Parker says. “Twice.”
Drew stops moving again. “Twice?”
“Twice was enough.”
“No it wasn't.”
“She's burning up, Cross,” Parker reminds him. “Me jerking off isn't important right now.”
Drew circles my clit with his thumb and slowly thrusts his fingers again. “Do it now.”
“No.”
Drew's touch turns rough, rocking my body, making me moan. “Why not?”
“This isn't about me,” Parker argues. “I'll jerk off for you later.”
I let myself imagine it. The image of Parker stretched across the bed, his hand wrapped around himself, stroking up and down, his face tight with need, plays in my mind and I can't help the sound that escapes.
I want to see it. Goddess help me, but I do.
They both look down at me, Drew's expression dark, needy, expectant; Parker's carefully neutral.
“Do you like that idea, baby?” Drew purrs. “You want to watch Parker get himself off?”
I glance from him to Parker and back. Fuck it. “I'm not stupid.”
Drew lets out a breathy laugh and Parker rolls his eyes.
“You don't want to watch me jerk off, Genie,” Parker says dryly. “It's not that interesting.”
“Yes, it is,” Drew says, then pulls his hand out of my shorts.
I whine. Loud and long.
“Don't worry,” Drew says, leaning down to brush my hair with his lips, “I'm not finished. But I want a little more room. Lift your hips for me.”
I lift my ass all the way off the mattress.
He tugs them down and drops them onto the floor beside the bed. “Much better. Now the sweatshirt.”
I sit up and rip it over my head and throw it over the foot of the bed. I don't care how it looks, I'm burning up. I want his hands on me. I want him to make me cum. I want Parker to watch. I want all of it.
“See?” he says and spreads his hand across my stomach.
“I knew you were a good girl.” His hand moves to my breast, covering it, pressing it flat against my chest, cupping it, plucking at my nipple, until I'm gasping for breath and whimpering with my eyes squeezed shut.
It feels so good, almost too good, and the ache between my legs is screaming for attention.
But his hand stills suddenly, the intense pressure easing.
I open my eyes to see Parker's hand wrapped around Drew's wrist.
“Too much,” Parker says.
“Was it?” Drew asks, head tilting.
Parker's eyes never break away from his. “She couldn't catch her breath.”
Drew blinks a few times then his eyes find mine. “Do you want to stop?”
Not even a little bit. I shake my head quickly. “No. Don't stop.”
“You have to tell me if I get too rough.”
“You won't,” I say.
Parker releases his wrist and reaches down to pull my knee back over his thigh. “He will if you let him. Don't forget that.” Then he goes back to watching as Drew's hand cups my breast once more before moving back down my stomach to cup my pussy.
“Maybe she likes it like that,” he hums. “She's soaked.” He lifts his hand to show Parker my slick wetness coating his fingers. “Look.”
“I see it,” Parker says bluntly. “Make her cum, Drew. She needs rest tonight, too. Remember?”
Drew strokes my clit in small circles, smiling as my hips twitch. “Do you want me to make you cum, Genie? Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I sigh, spreading my legs wide.
Both of their nostrils flare as my scent grows even stronger.
“We need to get you out of here before your heat,” Parker declares. “Goddess, you'll get us killed.”
I don't get a chance to respond to that comment. Drew pushes thick fingers deep inside me, hooking them and twisting his wrist, smiling when his name comes floating out of me on a moan.
“Again,” he says, pumping his wrist. “Say it again.”
I gasp his name several more times as he pushes me closer and closer to release. It's right there, just out of reach. I can almost taste it. My pussy tightens, clamping down around his fingers, and he groans.
“I can't wait to fuck you,” he whispers. “Knot you. Stretch you tight. Fill you up.”
My hips buck as I rise higher. I'm almost there. Almost.
“You're going to feel so good around me, Genie,” he continues. “Taking all of me.”
“Yes,” I hiss, bucking again. Writhing. “Yes.”
He twists his wrist one last time, his thumb strumming against my clit, and pleasure explodes behind my eyelids.
My hand finds material to fist and tear as my body clenches over and over again with my orgasm.
I have never... No one has ever made me cum like this.
Never. I won't tell him that, but Goddess, I'm seeing stars.
After long moments, I can breathe again and I open my eyes. Both of them are staring down at me.
“Better?” Drew asks.
“I don't know,” I answer bluntly. “Maybe. A little.”
He nods. “Time to rest.”
Between the three of us, we get the blankets free and spread over us.
Parker made a small attempt at leaving the bed, but Drew shut that down almost immediately.
I'm glad. I feel content right now. Peaceful.
Calm. I am floating in the aftermath of the pleasure my mate gave me and I am, for the first time in a long, long time, able to rest.