Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-eight
Genie
I have imagined how this would be so many times and it never once included kicking Drew onto the floor. It didn't include Parker laying next to me on the bed, either, but somehow both things have made it better. It's actually shocking how much better it is.
Parker is ridiculous, though. Now that he's had his hands all over me, he's very comfortable keeping them there.
“Exactly how big was that toy you mentioned?” he asks cupping his hand around my sensitive pussy and applying just enough pressure to make it feel better.
He isn't rubbing or trying to stimulate me at all, he's just holding me.
It's comforting and I'm grateful, but no one has ever just kept their hand on me without trying to take it further.
“I don't know. Normal sized? I didn't really measure it with a ruler.”
His lips twitch with a hint of a smile. “As compared to Cross, then.”
I have been actively avoiding looking at Drew's dick.
I have been trying my best to not look at either of their dicks, even when we got Parker off I didn't look at it.
It isn't that I'm shy or nervous, far from it.
It's that I've spent the past few years feeling resentful towards them, both of them, and longing for something that I was denied, and now we're all naked.
Together. And we're several orgasms in. Despite the fact that Drew's face is still shining with my release, it's going to take just a little time for me to fully recalibrate.
Drew starts to crawl up from the foot of the bed and my eyes automatically travel down his body to his heavy erection. “Smaller than Drew.”
Drew's eyes flick to Parkers, but he smiles at me. “How much smaller?”
I can't help it. My brow raises on it's own. Of all the times for him to ask if his dick is bigger than...
“I don't mean it like that. I don't care how big it is, my ego isn't part of the equation. I just don't want to hurt you if I can keep from it, that's all.”
“Drew,” I sigh. “It's going to hurt. There's no way around it. Even if the toy was the same size, you're going to knot me. It's going to hurt. It's fine.”
He places kisses up my legs, my hips, across my stomach as he makes his way up my body to kiss my mouth again.
I spread my legs wider, making room for him, but he holds himself above me, his skin barely brushing against me.
“I'll do my best to make it feel good.” He steals my breath with another kiss. “Even if it hurts.”
“I know.” I smile and slide my hand down his side to his hip.
“I trust you.” As the words leave my lips I realize that I mean them.
Yes, I spent years hurting because of him, but I think the person he was, the person I thought he was, and the person he is are not the person he's going to be.
I can feel it. All three of us are going to be different after tonight.
Parker slowly pulls his hand away and up, and rests it underneath my breast for just a moment before trailing his fingers along my arm to wrap around my wrist. He slides his heated palm against my own to link with my fingers fingers as he settles back down onto his side beside me.
I turn to him with all the importance of the moment in my eyes. “You're going to hold my hand.” It isn't a question or a request or an order.
He nods and reaches to touch my jaw, turning my face towards him.
Then he kisses me. I thought Parker's kisses might be clinical, or as sharp and biting as he is, but I couldn't have been more wrong.
His lips are soft against mine. Warm. Drew's kisses are slow, beautiful, devouring, like he's trying to crawl inside me and claim everything I am.
Parker's kiss is careful, deliberate, and it makes my heart ache with how precious it makes me feel.
When I blink my eyes open again, Drew is looking at both of us like we are everything.
His universe. The very breath he breathes and the blood rushing through his veins.
He kisses each of us in turn, just a sweet brush of lips, then he lowers his weight, his hips settling completely between my thighs.
His hard length is so hot against me. I can feel it pulsing between us and and it almost seems like my body is trying to match each throb.
“Are you ready, Genie?” he asks, his eyes as soft as they are serious.
I nod. “Yes.” My wolf is inside me racing in ecstatic circles. She can feel how close we are to closing the distance between us and our mate. I have never felt her so elated.
Drew drops his head to my neck to breath in my scent. “Here,” he murmurs, nipping just where my neck and shoulder meet. “This is where I want my mark.”
“Where everyone can see it,” Parker agrees, dragging my knuckles across his lips.
I nod again. I honestly haven't put much thought into where the mark would go.
Most wolves wear their mating mark somewhere on their shoulders.
Occasionally you will see someone with a mark higher up on their necks and I have heard stories about marks being placed on breasts or inner thighs. I don't have a preference, not really.
“I really don't want this to hurt, baby,” Drew says, tilting his hips to press and rub himself against me.
Bringing my knees up, I spread myself wide for him. “It's okay, Drew. Just do it.”
He leans down, kissing me again until I'm breathless with it. “Do you want it slow, or all at once?”
I can't answer that. I can't weigh those options. “Both.”
He smiles. “Both.” Then he reaches between us and lines up his thick head with my entrance.
He starts to push his way inside, stretching and filling me, and my fingers unconsciously tighten around Parker's. He's immediately there with me, kissing my temple, stroking my hair.
“We've never done this before, either,” Drew says. His brows are pinched together, sweat beading on his forehead.
I close my eyes as he thrusts a little deeper. He's much bigger than any toy I've used. “What?”
“Been someone's first,” Parker answers. “This is so important.”
I don't know what difference it would make to them, but he said it's important and I believe him.
My other hand goes to Drew's back, just behind his hip, trailing my fingers against his skin as he pushes just a little deeper.
He turns to exchange one quick look with Parker, then he turns my head toward Parker.
Parker's lips cover mine again, licking and sucking my lips and tongue, taking my focus from the intense stinging stretch.
I moan into his mouth, overwhelmed by the joint sensations, and Drew takes that moment to thrust his hips forward, seating himself completely inside me.
Any thin barrier I would have had is long gone, but he's gone deeper than I've ever felt and I can't feel anything else but the burning stretch. It feels like there isn't even room inside me for oxygen and I can't catch my breath.
“It's okay, baby,” Drew rasps. “We've got you.”
Parker's poor bottom lip is caught between my teeth and I release it slowly, licking against the hurt. “Sorry,” I whisper.
He kisses me again. “Don't be sorry.” Another kiss. “You still have to be knotted, and I'm tough.”
I smile, intending to pull him in for more kisses, but Drew starts to drag his length from me and my eyes travel down to his chest pressed so tightly against me. “Let me see,” I tell him. “I want to watch.”
“Fuck,” he mutters thickly, but he lifts off of me enough to allow me to watch him pull out all but the tip of him before slowly thrusting back inside. It doesn't seem possible, but, inch by inch, he disappears until I can feel his heavy balls against me.
“Fuck,” I repeat, just as strained.
“I wish you would,” Parker says and Drew snorts a laugh.
“I'm trying to be easy.” He rocks his hips, pulling a groan from me.
Goddess, he's so deep. I keep waiting to get used to his size, but I don't know if I ever will. “Don't be easy,” I pant, but glance up at him through my lashes. “Don't be rough, either.”
“I won't be rough until you beg me for it,” he growls and takes my mouth with more drowning kisses as he starts to thrust in earnest.
He doesn't go too fast, but he strokes his full length into me every single time.
The relentless, steady drag of his body pushing inside of mine and the aching retreat makes my eyes roll back.
Every agonized sound that escapes from him makes me burn hotter, climb higher.
Then, between one guttural moan and the next, I am unexpectedly flying apart.
“There you go, beautiful,” Parker croons, squeezing my hand. “It feels so good, doesn't it?”
Drew doesn't exactly roar, but the sound that rips out of him when my orgasm washes between us is much more than a growl. The force of that rough sound and the way he suddenly feels so much thicker as I pulse and clench around him causes every nerve in my system to short circuit.
Now, my wolf urges, rushing to the surface, not to take over but to be present in this moment with me. Give him everything now.
A maddening flood of centuries and generations of instinct surges through me and I throw my head back, offering Drew every bit of vulnerability and submission I possess.
He growls low and satisfied as he nuzzles the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
His hips drive forward, insistently, stretching me impossibly, more and more, forcing his knot past my entrance and deeper.
Just when I think I'm either going to pass out or scream from both the pleasure and the pain of it, I feel a sharp pressure on the meat of my hand.
My eyes flutter open and all I can see is Parker's eyes staring into mine from a few inches away.
His teeth are set into the flesh of my palm, not breaking the skin, just a deep, constant pressure that counters the overwhelming feeling of Drew working his knot into me.
I'm going to kiss him as soon as this is over. A hundred, million kisses.
The moment Drew's knot sinks into that perfect place inside me, he sinks his teeth into me.
Deeply. It hurts and my eyes water with it, but then I feel it crawling from him to me, me to him, weaving us together, and pleasure explodes anew.
It crashes into both of us hard and he jerks against me, his jaws tightening to keep his hold on my flesh.
All I can do is scream and let wave after wave take me.
It's both of us. His release rushes into me hotly, flooding me with every pulse and throb, and I can actually feel it filling me up as I claw at his back and across the side of his torso.
His jaw clenches one last time before he releases his hold and the ache is immediate.
My first thought is to reach up and cover the wound with my hand because he bit me so deeply and covered so much of my shoulder that I might bleed out.
A sense of satisfaction rolls through me that isn't my own and I open my eyes to find him grinning down at me with my blood staining his lips and chin.
I'd be alarmed except I think it's beautiful.
His head dips back down and his tongue is soothing that ache and then I'm floating.
Vaguely, I can hear Parker talking either to me or Drew, maybe both.
I can't process what he's saying but his tone is soft and sweet, reverent and content.
He isn't biting my hand anymore, just pressing gentle kisses against my palm.
I can make out the shape and movement of his hand stroking Drew's back as he licks across his mark.
“Close your eyes, Genie,” he purrs, dragging his lips wetly across my knuckles. “Rest until he finishes.”
I do what he says and it feels so good to just let go and give myself over to their care.
I can feel Drew now. I can feel his wolf, and I know he can feel mine.
It is utterly peaceful for once and I let myself sink into it.
Drew tends his mark for a while, but his knot is still planted firmly inside me.
I don't mind. It feels like the best thing in the world right now.
It feels so good that I lose track of everything in my sea of contentment and the next thing I register are Drew's quietly astounded words.
“Yeah, but I didn't think you were serious. I thought you were just talking shit.”
“I'm dead serious,” Parker says. “I need it. She won't mind.”
“What won't I mind?” I ask, not quite recognizing my own voice because of how rough it is.
“Parker wants to,” he pauses and I can actually feel his awkwardness in the bond we now share. “He wants to greet us as a newly mated pair.”
That means... “He wants to lick us?” I blurt.
“Yes,” Parker answers bluntly.
Am I supposed to care? Is this supposed to bother me? It doesn't. It's going to happen at the mating ceremony with our packs anyway. If Drew is embarrassed or feels strangely about it, he'll have to get over it. This is our way.
Taking a breath, I shove his shoulders, rolling us until I'm draped across him instead of trapped underneath him.
I push up off of his chest and walk my hands back until I'm sitting up across him.
This new position forces him a little deeper and we both groan, but it's the only position I can get us into that will give Parker access to where we're joined.
Then I lean back, bracing myself on his thighs.
“It's not very pretty, but it does the job.
I don't know how long I can take it, though. Fuck.” It's only been a few seconds, but the pressure is already overwhelming.
“It's fucking hot,” Drew groans, his still-hard cock twitching inside me. “Goddess, I can see everything. You're stretched so tight, Genie. Fucking beautiful.”
“Enjoy it now, Alpha,” I groan. “You can't fuck me again for a month. Off limits.”
Parker laughs, but leans across Drew's stomach.
He glances up at me once before he draws in a breath, humming in appreciation, then his tongue flicks out, gently licking across my overly sensitive and terribly swollen clit, making me gasp and my hips jerk.
He groans at the taste and slides farther, over my puffy lips stretched around Drew's knot.
His eyes cut up to mine again and he smirks before pushing just the tip of his tongue inside me, making Drew hiss when he swipes it across his knot.
It only lasts a brief moment, but it was enough and he pulls back satisfied and licking his lips.
“There,” he says, wrapping his hand around my wrist and pulling me with him when he lays down next to Drew. “I'm happy now.”