Chapter 37 #2
The way she says each word is like a punch in the gut. All things her mate, her alpha, should provide. She's needed those things for so long and I've kept them from her. I can make it up to her, we'll never get the wasted time back, but I can make sure her future is everything she needs it to be.
“Okay,” I tell her, kissing her throat. “We can do that.”
Genie pulls in on herself, seeming to close herself off, and then she opens.
Her body becomes soft underneath me. Giving.
That's what this is, she's giving everything to me with the expectation that I will take care of her.
All at once, head first. It's breathtaking and terrifying and mine.
The primal urge to sink myself inside her, bite into her, mark her, take her rushes from the depths of my being, but I breathe through it.
I am taking time with her. I'm going to spend time giving her what she needs.
There will be no rushing, every moment is mine and I want them all.
Her hand drops from my hair to my neck and I let her guide my lips back to hers.
I want to do so many things to her, with her, all at once.
My hand creeps up to cup her breast, gently, feeling the shape and weight of it as I drag my thumb over her nipple.
Her soft sounds and arching back spur me to take it between my fingertips, plucking and pulling it before lowering my mouth to it.
I lick across the taut nub, swirling around it, and taking it between my lips to suck.
Her fingers sink back into my hair and she holds me in place, gasping, and I smile against her when she reaches down to lift her other breast up for my attention.
I can't wrap my head around the idea that this will be her first time.
I don't know how it's possible that she resisted her natural urges.
I fucked my way through my misery, I feel like shit for it right about now, but sex is a natural remedy for a lot of things.
How could she stand to go without? Why? I rejected her claim on me, she had no reason to hold herself back.
How did she endure it? I suddenly want to know everything that every other male did to her, what they did to make her feel better when she was burning.
I pull away from her, giving her nipple one last flick of my tongue. “Tell me what they did,” I demand. “Tell me what they did to help you through the beginning of your heat.”
“What?” she gasps.
“Bad idea, Cross,” Parker says slowly.
“I don't want names,” I assure both of them.
“I just want to know what they did.” I bend down to nip the side of her breast. “So I can undo it.” I lick across the sting.
“So I can do it better. You can help.” An image of Parker's fingers digging into her thigh last night when he spread her open for me flashes and I groan. “You're going to help.”
“You don't really want to hear about any of that,” Genie insists, her eyes closed tight.
I lick my way up her neck back to her lips and kiss her again. “I want to hear every word. Tell me.”
Her chest raises with a deep breath. “Just lots of kissing and touching until I got off and then I made them forget about trying to fuck me. That's all.”
“You can do better than that,” I tsk. “Start with the kissing. Where did they kiss you?”
She huffs, blushing, and starts naming parts. “My mouth. My neck. Behind my ear. My shoulders.”
She goes on, calling out all the best bits and pieces of her, and I put my mouth on every place she names after she says it.
Her skin is flushed and so sensitive by the time she finishes.
Parker moves closer to speak roughly against her ear.
“You didn't mention this part.” His hand pushes between us, snaking down her body, and I lift up to give him more room and move down her body.
I know where he's going with this and I'm all to happy to finish it.
“Did those other males kiss you here?” he rasps, sliding his fingers over her mound and between the puffy, soaked folds, trapping her swollen clit between two fingers.
“Did you let them put their mouths on this pussy?”
She gives him a jerky nod.
His fingers pulse, constricting the sensitive flesh even more. “Did it help? Did it make you feel all better?”
He didn't touch her last night. Not really.
He didn't touch her a minute ago, either.
The sight of his hand holding her pussy prisoner, the delicate lips trapped between his strong fingers peeking out to tease me, makes me ache.
I want to watch them disappear inside her.
I want to see Parker use them to make her scream.
I want to see her stretched around his fingers and begging him to fuck her with them.
“Tell me,” he urges, brushing her exposed clit with his thumb.
“Just for a minute,” she answers. “It made it worse.”
“Poor baby. That's because you didn't need their tongues on you,” Parker purrs. “You needed a great big alpha cock to fill you up, isn't that right?”
Her hands fly up to cover her face, but she nods.
“Not just any great big alpha cock, though,” Parker continues. “Your alpha's cock. You needed Cross's cock, didn't you?”
My heart hammers. I want to hear her say it. I can feel guilty later, but right now I need to hear her say she needed me then and she needs me now. I scoot lower until my shoulders are between her knees and her pussy is right in front of my face, just waiting for me.
“Yes,” she gasps, then moans as I drag my tongue across Parker's fingers until I can flick it across her clit.
Her hips raise up, asking for more, but Parker forces her back down, the heel of his hand against her mound.
“You needed his knot, didn't you? Stretching you wide open,” he growls into her ear.
“He's going to give it to you tonight. I can't wait to see it.
We're going to have our own little mating ceremony right here in this bed.”
My eyes flash up to meet his. He's watching me very closely.
His brows raise in a silent question and my tongue swipes across my bottom lip before I nod once.
Claiming ceremonies with a pack are different from mating ceremonies – for pack leaders, that is.
When regular wolves find their mates, they have what amounts to a wedding and we call it a mating ceremony; but when pack leaders find their mates, there are two ceremonies.
First the claiming ceremony, which can happen at any point as soon as both parties are old enough and mature enough to understand what they're agreeing to.
The mating ceremony comes later and it can be a lot to handle if the couple is shy.
During the mating ceremony, the Alpha and Luna fuck with the whole pack watching.
He knots her. Then the entire pack comes to greet them as a mated pair.
The point of it is for the pack to familiarize themselves with the combined scents of their Alpha and Luna, and to recognize that it will be a functional and hopefully fertile pairing.
It is a big deal. Genie and I would have been expected to go through with both all at once a few weeks ago. That was the plan, but I ruined it.
Usually it's just a quick acknowledgment that, realistically, the Luna is only mostly unconscious for due to the nature of knotting; but sometimes, especially if they complete the ceremony in wolf form, pack members might get a little personal.
They might take a very close sniff or even a quick taste.
It's all acceptable as long as it's respectful.
The fact that Parker is mentioning it right now is important.
He is going to familiarize himself very thoroughly. I can see it in his eyes.
Genie's hips try to roll, searching for more friction than just his fingers holding her so firmly, but he doesn't let her move, and I lick across her and his fingers again. She pulls her knees up, spreading them wide, and lets out a breathy little whine.
“Oh,” he murmurs, “What's the matter? You need more?”
I need more. I need him to move his fucking hand so I can lick and taste her the way I want to, but he's playing with her, stringing her tight. She's going to burst into flames when she finally cums and I want to burn with her.
“Yes,” she hisses.
He spreads his fingers, opening her up and exposing her so completely to me.
I don't care what game he's trying to play now.
My wolf is pacing and howling, desperate for the taste of her and I'm just as desperate.
I lick across her lips and clit, covering her with my mouth, shoving her knees up even farther and leveraging her for even more access.
She sucks in huge breaths and lets them out in long, rolling, needy wails as I draw pleasure from her, sucking and slurping until it's dripping down my chin.
“You feel that?” Parker asks, moving his hand to the back of my head. “He's been starving for you for so long. He's never going to get enough.”
It's true. I won't. I've had my face buried between women's legs before, but it wasn't like this. It was a brief, forgettable moment on the way to another brief forgettable moment. This is consuming and I am ravenous.
Parker presses me closer, forcing me closer until there's nothing separating me from her at all, no space, no time, just constant contact as my tongue moves over her.
“You said you've never fucked before,” he says smoothly as I lose myself to her pleasure.
“Does that mean you've never had anything more inside you than your fingers? Did you let those others put their fingers inside you, Genie? Tell me.”
She's past caring, not that I think she was embarrassed or ashamed to begin with. “My fingers. So many times. Yes, theirs. But not much, it was too dangerous. Toys, so many stupid toys.”
I grasp on to the word dangerous and vow to come back to it. That's something that should never be dangerous. Instead, I focus toys. I pull back just enough to ask about them. “What kind of toys do you like?” Then Parker shoves my face back where it belongs.
She sighs, and when she speaks her tone is thick and airy at the same time. “None of them. Not really.”
“Couldn't do the job, huh?” Parker hums.
“Not like I needed it. I have a glass one that I like sometimes.”
A soft growl vibrates from my throat and she groans, her hand coming down to join Parker's. I want to watch her fuck herself with that toy. I want to fuck her with it myself.
“I'm glad you had toys to stuff in that needy pussy,” Parker purrs. “Cross is big. He wouldn't want to hurt you when he fucks you. You're going to love it so much.”
“Does he fuck you?” Genie asks, and hearing her ask it makes my balls tighten.
Parker chuckles, and that makes me throb. “He does.”
“I want to see it.”
Parker's fist closes in my hair and I snarl when he yanks me away from her. He looks down at me, all casual teasing gone. “Did you hear that? She wants to watch you fuck me, Cross.”
“Yes,” I agree.
He holds me there, hovering above her, and holds my gaze while he whispers his next question into her ear. “I fuck him, too. Do you want to see that as well?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Oh, Goddess. Yes.”
He pushes me back down and I shove my tongue inside her, licking as deeply as I can as her walls flutter around me. “Good.” I hear the sound of a kiss. “Good.”
I fuck her with my tongue until her legs are trembling and my jaw aches, but I don't stop.
I'm not going to stop until I make her cum hard enough to see stars.
It doesn't take much longer either, especially with Parker whispering so many wicked things to her.
I made her cum for me last night, but the way she comes apart for us now is breathtaking.
Her whole body clenches, every muscle tightening for the span of a breath and then she detonates.
Her hips thrust again and again, soaking my face with her orgasm.
I keep licking her though it and when her body starts to calm, I wrap my lips around her clit and suck.
Her voice breaks with the intensity of the moan she lets out, and then her feet are on my shoulders and suddenly I'm launched off the foot of the bed.
I land on my ass with a thud, blinking up at Parker. He just laughs at me.
Genie sits up, hair going everywhere, and looks at me with perfectly flushed cheeks. “Are you alright?”
I wipe my face and grin. “I'm good.”
“Don't do that,” she says. “That hurt.”
“What did you do?” Parker asks, no longer laughing.
“Just overstimulated her,” I lick my lips. “Just a little. I'll know next time.”