Chapter Twenty-Four
Patch
Em is going to kill me. Or Jamie. I mean, what a way to go—Em is tight and hot and every word out of his mouth has my skin tingling, seized as I am by a desperate need to obey any request, no matter how ridiculous.
And Jamie is dangerous, whether he knows it or not; not my mate, but I can’t stop watching him, breathing him in, and he might not want me to fuck him, but I’m beginning to think I might want him to fuck me.
“Shit,” Em mutters. He reaches back and grabs my thigh. He never grips tight enough to bruise, but the touch sends a shock through me all the same. “On your knees. Don’t pull out.”
He can’t know how strong I am, but he’s sure I’ll find a way to do this.
And I do. I tighten the arm I have around his middle and pull him up with me, impaling him even deeper on my cock.
Em tips his head back against my shoulder and groans.
Jamie’s removed his glasses and this close, I can see how long his dark lashes are, how they settle against his cheeks when he closes his eyes.
“A bit of a size queen, huh?” Jamie teases.
Em’s eyes shoot open. He reaches out and tangles his hand in Jamie’s hair, tugging gently until Jamie gets the hint and crawls closer. Cum drips down Jamie’s stomach, but I don’t know if he’s noticed.
“It’s about how you use it,” Em counters. “Like your tongue, I’ve heard.”
Jamie grins. “Now, who’d tell you anything about my tongue?”
Em huffs and tugs Jamie’s head back before he ghosts their lips together. “Use that pretty, talented tongue of yours and suck my cock. If you make me come before Patch comes, you can fuck me after.”
I dig my fingers into Em’s hips and slow my thrusts. Again. At this rate, I’m not going to be able to fucking move. I just… I never expected him to talk like that. So brazen. So confident. So…
Perfect.
Jamie seems to agree, or at least, he likes it enough not to argue. He drops down on the bed, and then Em swears, catching his hair again before Jamie’s lips can meet his prize.
“What is it?”
“I need—” Em glances about. “Fuck, I can’t see.”
“Condom?” I ask. I’m breathing hard. I don’t know if he hears me.
“Are you negative?” Jamie asks. His expression is serious.
Em shakes his head. “I mean, I am, but—”
“Would you lie to either of us about this?”
I still.
Em shakes his head again. “Of course not.”
“And you’re sure you’re negative?”
“Yeah. Yes. I was tested after my last relationship ended, and since then, I haven’t—That is, I—” Em flushes and not the fun kind we’ve all been sharing this evening.
I wrap myself around him a little tighter.
I don’t really know what to say. It’s only recently that I’ve stopped having one-night stands, hooking up with any pretty little wolf that crossed my path.
I know Jamie hasn’t slept with anyone since he left Tim, so it’s been a while for him, too.
Jamie smiles. He leans up and kisses Em on the mouth softly, kindly, and then drops back down again. “Good,” he says. “I really get to enjoy myself tonight, huh?”
Then he takes half of Em’s not inconsiderable length into his mouth in one go.
“Fuck!” Em’s hips thrust forward and Jamie gags, and I can’t help the way I thrust too because Jamie doesn’t pull off, coughing; he just glances up with wet eyes and raises his eyebrows like he wants Em to try again.
“Aren’t you going to tell him what you want?” I ask, and Em clenches around me like a warning.
“He knows what to do,” Em says. Jamie moans. “He has to make me come before you do. Remember?”
I think I actually forgot, somehow, in the last thirty seconds. I chuckle and press my lips to Em’s shoulder, thrusting gently again. Slowly. I think I could come at any moment, truth be told.
Em groans when I thrust a little harder. Jamie’s head bobs up and down, and I sweep my gaze over the length of him.
I want them both. It’s hard to feel the difference between the pull that I know exists between me and Em—the pull that tells me he’s my mate—and the sweeping desire I feel for Jamie, too. My wolf is silent. Does that mean it’s a bad idea or a good one? Is it something I should consider at all?
“Faster,” Em says, so quietly I almost don’t hear him. When I realise what he said, I bite him gently on the shoulder and speed up my thrusts.
He groans, caught between us, completely at our mercy and yet entirely in control. He pushes one hand through Jamie’s hair, simply holding on, then grabs the back of my neck. When he turns his head, I kiss him and swallow his next moan.
“Patch,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Don’t stop, fuck, you’re so good, feel so good…”
I growl and kiss him again. Jamie is still moving, still sucking, but I’ve been close since before I even pushed inside Em, and I know I won’t hold out for long.
Not at all, in fact. Em clenches around me again, at the same time he delivers a sharp bite to my lower lip. My eyes fly open in surprise. Pleasure spreads through me in a short, sharp shock, my hips slapping against Em’s arse.
I come a second later, fingers still tight on Em’s hips, entire body shaking. Jamie pulls off Em’s cock and sits back on his knees. I press my forehead against Em’s shoulder. I almost can’t catch my breath.
“Thought I had it,” Jamie says. He sounds amused.
Em laughs quietly, stroking my hair. “Don’t worry. I’m feeling generous tonight.” He presses his lips to my temple. “You okay?”
I hum. I’m content, except Jamie isn’t close enough. I reach out one arm past Em, and the air shifts.
I lift my head. Jamie looks at me with big, wide eyes. “I—”
“Come here,” I say. “Please.”
He shuffles closer, and when he’s close enough, I draw him in and kiss him. We’re all a tangle of limbs. Em nuzzles the side of my throat as Jamie and I kiss. I feel content, in a way I haven’t for months.
But I can’t explain it now. Can’t talk to either of them about it now. Em pushes back against me, still unsatisfied, and Jamie’s gaze swims with questions until he shutters them away.
“Your turn,” I say and he leans forward, stealing a slow, exploratory kiss before he sits back on his heels and turns his gaze on Em.
Em watches him right back. His breathing has evened out, but his cock is hard and red between his legs, practically begging for attention.
“What do you want?” Jamie asks.
“I want…” Em sucks his lower lip between his teeth as he thinks it over. “I want you to fuck me. I want Patch to stroke my cock. And I want to watch you both make out while you do it.”
Jamie only hesitates for a heartbeat. Then he’s nodding eagerly, moving fast to try to get us into position. I pull out of Em and deal with the condom as Jamie shoves him onto his back, then drags a pillow under Em’s hips. Em watches him, eyes bright with amusement.
I toss Jamie one of the other condoms. He doesn’t hesitate to roll it on, and he’s perhaps a little overeager with the lube, some of it dripping onto the duvet. I snort and climb back onto the bed. Em tucks one arm behind his head. I like him like this. Both of them.
“Wait. Are you even going to be able to see us properly without your glasses?” Jamie asks. He’s kneeling between Em’s thighs now, stroking his hands up and down them.
Em purses his lips. “A bit, but—”
I reach over and pluck them from the bedside table. Em blinks up at me as I lean over him and he doesn’t move at all as I gently put them on his face.
“Better?”
“Yeah.”
“They won’t fall off or anything, will they?” Jamie asks.
“So long as you’re not too overenthusiastic,” Em says.
Jamie huffs, but he seems more settled now.
He shuffles even closer and Em tilts his hips up.
His hole is red and loose from where I’ve already fucked him and I might want to take him bare next time, have proof of what we did dripping out of him afterwards, but there’ll be time for that. We’ll ensure there’s time for that.
They both groan as Jamie thrusts inside. He doesn’t go as slowly as I did, and he starts fucking Em right away, each movement getting him nice and deep. Em groans, then shakes his head.
Jamie stops immediately. “W-what? Fuck. I didn’t hurt you, did I? Are you—”
“You’re both supposed to be doing something else,” Em says archly. “Aren’t you?”
I shake my head and move over to Jamie. “Sorry, I—”
“You’re not sorry.” Jamie laughs. “You got distracted.”
“So distract me better,” I say.
Jamie grabs me by the back of the neck and hauls me in for a kiss.
I half remember I’m supposed to be stroking Em’s cock, so I reach out, and it’s difficult enough for me to stroke him and kiss Jamie, so I can’t imagine what it’s like for Jamie, but neither of us stops.
Besides, I can hear Em’s heart going faster and his cock gets even harder in my hand, so he must like what we’re doing.
Jamie squeezes my nape hard, and I almost come undone then and there.
I’m hard again too. I hope Em won’t have any questions about that—if he even notices.
I pull back from Jamie’s mouth for one second to glance at him, to look at the way his back is arched, neck bared, eyes closed, but Jamie scrapes his teeth down my throat and nips at my collarbone.
I growl and grab his hair, jerking his head back. He grins up at me, unrepentant.
“You like that,” he says. It’s not a question.
I do. I do. What did they say earlier? Everything we do in here stays between us. And if I want them to tell me what I do, to put me on my knees, to bite and pull and fuck—
“Bite me again,” I reply but kiss him before he can agree. Jamie laughs into my mouth. I tighten my grip on Em’s cock, and Em sputters, letting out a high whine.
Another squeeze to my nape has me backing off, panting, and this time Em is watching as Jamie bites down my throat. I jolt when he delivers a particularly sharp nip and Em’s gaze narrows in on me.
“Can he leave a mark?” he asks.
Heat washes through me again and my cock jerks. I think the fact that Em could make me come without a hand on me is the scariest part. Scariest? I’m not even certain that’s true. Hottest. Best. Worst. I don’t know. The point being, I think his words would be enough.
“Y-yes.”
Jamie pulls back and frowns at me. Fuck. Of course. Any mark will be gone come morning. He turns a grin on Em. It doesn’t quite meet his eyes, but I’m not sure Em can tell now that he’s being fucked into the mattress.
“Not tonight,” he says.
Em frowns and opens his mouth, but then he seems to read the expression on Jamie’s face and simply nods in response. I lean into Jamie’s side. I don’t want things to get weird now. Not when we’ve been doing so well.
Jamie loosens his grip on my nape. I whine, and he looks at me and lets out a quiet sigh.
“Kiss me.”
I do. I kiss him desperately because it feels like I need to, because it feels like he’s pulling back and I want him here, now, with us. He hesitates for a moment and then he meets me stroke for stroke, and when I melt, he kisses me harder, like he wants to leave a mark no one but we three can see.
Em’s next moan has us both panting into each other’s mouths. His thighs are trembling, and he lets out a desperate sound on each thrust.
“I’m going to—Oh, fuck, don’t stop—”
“Never,” Jamie breathes.
I focus on the head of Em’s cock, stroking, pressing my thumb just under the head, and he all but screams when he finally comes. Cum shoots over his stomach, as far up as his chest, and Jamie follows him over that edge a few seconds later with his own punched-out groan.
“Holy fuck,” Jamie mutters. “That was—”
He glances at me, then away again.
Yeah, that was definitely something.