Chapter 32 Jack
THIRTY-TWO
JACK
“It’s my turn.”
Rawling gave me a “what the fuck?” look. “Have you been spending time with Atticus?”
“No.” I made a face. “Why would you say that?”
“You broke things off with Knox, and now you’re charging in here without knocking. And why is the door unlocked, and where’s the security guard?”
“He’s there, and no, sorry to disappoint you but I’ve not spoken to Atticus.”
“Ewww, why would you think I was disappointed? I hated you and him together.” He held up a hand. “And you said spoken to, not been with.” His eyes widened, and he gasped.
“I’m well aware how you felt about us together.” I sighed. “Sex was the best I ever had, but I’m not twisting my words. And no, I’ve not had sex with him.”
Phelan walked in holding Eira, and I smooched her cheek.
“Please do not speak about Atticus’s you-know-what in front of our daughter.”
“Oh, are you telling me I can’t describe his—”
“Jack!” both Eira’s parents yelled.
I held up my hands in surrender. “I wasn’t going to say it.”
“Right.”
“I assume I am her godmother, right?”
When Rawling was losing blood after the birth and Phelan was about to fight Atticus, Phelan told me if he and Rawling died, I was Eira’s guardian.
“If you want to be. We haven’t made anything official.” Phelan wiped Eira’s nose.
“Why did you come here?” Rawling asked. “And what turn are you talking about?”
“Are you offering to babysit, because Rawling and I want to recreate our—” Phelan was cut off by a glare from his mate.
I put my hands over my ears. “I can’t hear you, and if I could, I’d say why subject me to that when I’m not allowed to mention Atticus’s appendage?”
“Interesting choice of words,” Rawling grumbled. “Now, why did you come here?”
“I want to shift with you. You’re my closest friend, you’re like a brother to me, and I’m closer to you than that ass whose… ummm, body part I can’t mention. I need to come up with a word… how about ‘member’?” I giggled.
“Gods, no.” Rawling buried his face in a cushion.
“I’m just teasing. My days and nights of sleeping with Atticus are done and dusted.” I strode toward the door. “Are you coming or not?”
“Go,” Phelan said.
“This is exciting.” Rawling trailed after me, and we began to run along the corridor, down the stairs, out the front door, and we charged toward the woods.
“Did you ever think when you watched Phelan and the others shift that we’d be doing it too someday?”
“Nah. Remember when I scented like a shifter without the ring, thanks to me being pregnant, and I asked you if I had a beast?”
“Yeah, and I shut you down because you were as human as human could be. I never dared hope that I’d meet my own bear and dismissed you being a shifter entirely.”
“I need a tattoo.”
“What, right now?”
“No, silly. But everyone else has one, and I want my wolf etched onto my chest like Phelan.”
“I’d suggest we get one together, but Phelan might want to be present. It's a rite of passage. We’ll get the shifter tattooist to come here.”
Rawling said he’d sound out Phelan.
“Are we avoiding what happened in class with Professor Shaw?”
“Yes.”
There were rumors that he’d been disciplined. Phelan had said they couldn’t wait any longer, not with what we knew and what Rawling had been subjected to. In conjunction with his parents, he prepared a complaint.
“Phelan won’t let Eira go outside with Scottie or Mrs. Ardilla unless we’re both with her and the security guard. And while I hate having her be a prisoner, I agree that she’s too vulnerable after what happened near the woods and to us in the classroom.”
Not wanting to spoil our first shift together, I didn’t say what I was thinking, which was that he and Phelan couldn’t continue at Sombertooth while the professor was here, and he wasn’t going anywhere.
For whatever reason the professor was fixated on Eira, she would be in danger, and by association, so would her parents.
The submission Phelan had prepared to the shifter council insisted the professor should be banned and outlawed from shifter society. But submitting that would enrage the man further, hence the reason for the guard.
“We’ve decided to leave, Jack. I don’t want to, but for Eira’s sake, Sombertooth is not for us. We’re waiting to hear back from a few colleges.”
“I’ll hate to see you go, but it’s your only option.”
Putting that out of my head, I removed my clothes and closed my eyes. Each time I brought forth my bear, I was thrilled, and I hoped I’d never treat it as an everyday occurrence.
Fur rippled over me, and I became so small while I was enclosed inside my bear. The air tasted of moss, bark, and berries.
She got on all fours and glanced at Rawling’s beast. He was glorious and so impressive, with that distinctive white streak on his fur.
I imagined him in the wild, an omega protecting his pack from humans, other animals, and natural disasters.
Maybe that was his destiny, not the wild animal thing but the leaving the world behind and living a life in the middle of nowhere with Phelan and Eira.
Rawling’s wolf padded over to my bear, crunching on pine needles with each step. The scent wafted over us, and I tucked the memory away, because when Rawling was no longer at Sombertooth, I’d want to remember this moment.
He moved as if he’d been waiting for this moment all his life, which in a way, his beast had. He nudged my bear’s snout, and she batted him away gently with her paw. Awww, they loved one another too.
Did you know he had a wolf before you and I communicated for the first time?
No. His beast was buried so deep inside him.
She bounded ahead, saying she was hungry. She knew where the sweetest berries grew, though I doubted Rawling’s wolf was interested in sweet treats. His beast didn’t tear ahead but kept pace with my girl.
Is it okay if I call you my girl?
I like it.
The woods were bigger with Rawling’s wolf beside me, and I wanted to explore every inch, though I’d been shifting frequently since the day my bear maimed Atticus. This was our new world, mine and Rawling’s, along with his wolf and my bear.
Phelan
“Did you have fun?”
Jack and Rawling were wandering back from the woods, arm in arm. They were both giggling. I didn’t want to know what was so amusing.
“How was it?”
“Amazing.” Rawling grinned.
“Great. Scottie finished work, and Mrs. Ardilla is with Eira. We have one hour.”
My mate paused, and we shared a glance. “So we have alone time?”
Jack made a face. “I’m out of here.” She took off.
Rawling swayed his butt and strolled over to me. He walked his fingers up my arm. “Wonder what we could do with sixty minutes?”
If we were going to get back to the infirmary in an hour, we’d have to hurry.
“I’d say we fuck.”
“Phelan!” My mate slapped my ass.
“What? Isn’t that what you said to me, pretty much, after we broke up and got back together?”
“Maybe. Me saying that was what got us back together and probably gave us Eira.”
“Let’s hurry.” I took his arm, and we raced over the grass to the gym. It was locked, but I’d copied the key soon after we first had sex in case we wanted to fuck there again.
Removing the key from my pocket, I unlocked the door and turned on the lights.
My mate shivered. “I remember we’d just finished archery practice, and you came up behind me.”
I yanked him close so his butt was pressing on my arousal, and I whispered, “Like this?”
Rawling groaned and ground his ass on my cock. “Mmmm. Something like that.”
Reaching around, I rubbed his swollen cock, and he arched his back.
“When you stripped off your shirt that day, I admired your tattoo, having no idea why you’d chosen to have a wolf etched on your skin and why it was so huge.”
I grabbed his hand and brought it to my hard-on. “And that wasn’t the only thing that was huge.”
My mate giggled and swung around. He ordered me to get rid of my pants and underwear, and my cock bounded out. “Did I say that?” He trailed a finger over my shaft, making goosebumps parade over my skin and placed his lips on my ear. “I don’t recall using the word huge?”
Rawling wrapped his fingers around my length and tugged. “I remember thinking your dick needed to be worshipped.” He laughed, and it echoed around the empty gym.
“That’s better than commenting on my size.”
“Oh yeah?” He kissed over the delicate skin on my throat and nipped me. That delicious melding of pleasure and pain sent more blood surging to my cock.
“Take off your shirt.”
“Is this where we get to the worshipping?” I wanted to be inside him because since Eira was born, we’d had more blow jobs than cock-in-hole fucking.
“Maybe.” My mate pulled away from me and folded his arms. “Tick-tock. Show me those abs and that tattoo.”
My first thought was to rip off the buttons and fling the shirt away. Instead, I undid the top one as Rawling tapped his foot on the floor. He rolled his eyes and told me to hurry up.
After I undid the next two buttons, he yelled, “Enough,” and stalked over to me. “You forget that last time we fucked here, I was a human, pretending to be latent.” He smacked my butt a lot harder than the first time, and my body tingled.
He ripped off my shirt, shredding it. Adrenaline surged through me, creating or maybe transforming into lust. I took deep breaths, trying to contain my desire as Rawling kissed my tattoo while fondling my hard length.
Thank gods he wasn’t wearing his uniform or that blazer and tie would have been fit for nothing but rags.
“You,” I raised my voice, “need to get naked.” I ripped off his tracksuit pants and hoodie, leaving him in his briefs.
My mate smirked and swaggered toward a gym mat. “Is this what you want?” He eased a hand inside his underwear and shoving a finger or fingers inside him. His breathing became slow and deep, while mine sped up as he finger-fucked his hole.
I pictured my length plunging into that slippery entrance.
“Or is this what you prefer?”
Rawling turned side on and jammed his other hand into his briefs and pumped his cock. His tiny, breathy moans and whimpers taunted me, and I needed those briefs in tatters and my cock buried deep inside him.
“You’re not the only one with shifter strength, babe.”
His briefs didn’t stand a chance, and I dumped the remains behind me.
“You can get on your hands and knees, or I can make you.” Our eyes were locked on one another, and his eyes were dark, charged with lust.
“Make me,” he whispered.
Pushing him face forward, he fell with a shifter’s grace onto all fours and raised that beautiful ass, glistening with slick.
“Fuck me, like you did that first time.”
I kneeled behind him and spread his cheeks, before thrusting my throbbing cock into his channel.
“Yes, like that. Now pound into me.”
My mate glanced over his shoulder, and we locked eyes. There was desire in his gaze, but overwhelming that was love.
I gripped the soft flesh on his hips and pulled out, leaving the tip buried inside him. My shaft glimmered in the harsh fluorescent lighting as I plowed back in. My mate bucked his hips, sending heat surging over my skin.
Rawling gripped the gym mat and angled his hips. Gods, my body spasmed as he wiggled and taunted me. I tapped his butt.
“More, please.”
If he was human, I’d have been reluctant, but I spanked him hard.
He yelped and wriggled his ass. “I like it.”
But I was done with the slapping, and I rammed my cock into him, filling and stretching him. Leaning over him, I licked down his spine, enjoying the goosebumps that raced after me.
“Your tongue is magic.” He shivered.
Oh, he was stroking my ego, and I adored him for it. “So’s my cock.” I slammed into him before pausing and pressing my chest on his back. Our sweat mingled, along with my saliva.
“Mmmm.”
I dug my fingers into his flesh, knowing I wasn’t hurting him because… shifter strength. I wanted to consume him, to shove my dick into his depths and claim every inch of him.
“Faster and harder, please.”
Glancing between my legs, I gazed at my length, ramrod hard and coated in my mate’s slick. Before penetrating him again, I said, “Grab your cock.”
“Oh, you want me to pump my enormous arousal while you fill me, making me scream?” He pushed back so my cock slid into him as he jerked off.
But I wanted to hold him too. My hand crept over his hip, and I placed it around his and pumped while I filled him over and over.
“You’re so tight, I love being inside of you.”
“Me too.” Rawling squeezed around me, and I paused my fucking, leaving my cock inside him while I took deep breaths to ward off my orgasm.
Sliding my hand over his shaft, I removed the pre-cum from the tip and slathered it over his dick. With my fingers wrapped around his, we pumped slowly just as I slid into him, inch by inch.
“Mmm, that feels nice, but I want you to speed up. Just fuck me, Phelan.”
I peppered kisses over his shoulders before plunging into him and doing what he’d asked. We fucked hard as I rammed inside him, and his hips jerked in response.
I couldn’t hold off much longer, and knowing my mate, his little mewling signaled he was close as well.
“Harder,” Rawling panted as our bodies bucked and shuddered.
He stiffened and yelled as cum spurted from his cock onto the mat. My length pounded into him once and twice, before I shouted his name and cum streamed into his channel.
My knot claimed him, and we lay on the mat in one another’s arms, avoiding the cum we’d have to clean up later.
I was happy. Rawling and then Eira had given me something I never expected or thought I deserved.