Chapter Forty-Seven
Emerson
Jamie is the first through the door when we return to the house. He pauses in the hallway, head cocked to one side as he listens. “Nick?” he calls. No answer.
Patch closes the door behind us, which brings him in close to me, the heat of him pressed against my back. My heart pounds against my ribs. When we first got in a taxi to come back, I thought we might sit and talk for a while, but now that we’re here…
I want them. I need them. Logically, I know that they haven’t lied to me and we’re all in this together—in fact, I think Patch and Jamie might be even deeper than I am—but I need them to prove it to me. I need to prove it to them.
“No one’s here,” Patch says. I want to see him shift again, too. I want him to explain every little detail about being a wolf, and I want Jamie to share everything he knows, so we can discover this world of magic together.
“Really?” Jamie spins around. He’s grinning. “You’re sure?”
“Positive.” Patch doesn’t put an arm around me, so I lean back against him. He makes a surprised sound. “I thought you’d want to talk about this. You’ve learnt a lot. You’ve got to have questions.”
I do. I’m sure I do. Except now I can’t think of a single one except, “Why aren’t we in bed right now?”
Jamie’s eyes darken. “Great question. Patch, why aren’t we in bed right now?”
Patch snorts. “I swear…” he mutters, and then his arm tightens around my waist, and he drags me in so my back is flush against his chest. His breath is hot on the back of my neck. “I need to know you’re both all in on this. Please.”
“One hundred percent,” Jamie says, chin high.
I sink back against Patch and meet Jamie’s gaze. “I’m all in,” I say. How can I not be? I want these two men so desperately, and since the moment I met them, a part of me has known that. “I promise. I don’t think that’s ever going to change, but I’ll let you know if it does.”
“And mating?” Jamie asks. He pulls a face. “I need a bit of time for that, I think.”
My cheeks heat. Sam explained that to me—and Cate, since she was just standing there—in great detail. There seem to be a lot of things to consider when it comes to that.
“Yeah, me too.” I twist in Patch’s arms so I can look up into his face. “That’s okay, right?”
He kisses me softly, lips lingering. “More than,” he says. “We’re going through enough change as it is. Besides, my sister would kill me if I mated you both without you meeting her first.”
“So… no mating tonight?” Jamie says. I don’t have to look back to see he’s smiling.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Patch replies. “We should practise. We wouldn’t want to be terrible at it when the time comes.”
I lean in and ghost my lips over his. “Perish the thought.”
Jamie laughs before I can kiss Patch, dragging me back by my belt loops. “Come on upstairs. I’d fuck you both in the hallway, but I think Nick would finally lose his shit if he walked in on that.”
We’re careful to keep our hands to ourselves as we make our way upstairs and into my bedroom. Jamie grabs for me first once the door is closed, and I groan into our kiss, giving back as good as I get. Patch stays close and tugs at the hem of my T-shirt, dragging it up.
Yes. This is what I want. We were slow and careful last time. I want us all to lose ourselves this time around, when Jamie knows where he stands with us, when Patch and I aren’t caught between our own confusing feelings.
When Jamie pulls back from our kiss, I grab Patch and haul him in for one of his own. He moans into it, going docile under my touch. Jamie inhales shakily. I lift my head and watch him kiss down Patch’s throat.
“Can he leave a mark tonight?” I want to see that. I need to see that.
“Fuck, yes,” Patch says. His eyes flash silver. I grin. I’m sure I saw that before but thought it was a fleeting trick of the light or that, later, I’d imagined it. No. That’s a sign of his wolf, isn’t it?
Jamie says nothing, but he keeps his mouth on Patch’s throat as he shoves his hand down the front of Patch’s trousers. Patch whines and arches into his grip. I shove Patch’s T-shirt up until I can get my mouth on one of his nipples. When I suck hard, he keens, thighs shaking.
“Fuck, oh—Fuck.” His eyes flutter shut and I see, when Jamie lifts his head, the red bruise on our mate’s skin. Possessive heat curls in my belly.
“That looks so fucking good.” I barely recognise my voice with how gravelly it is. Jamie’s hand keeps moving and he grins at me cockily.
I grab him by the back of the neck and slam my mouth on his. He pushes back when our tongues tangle, but then I suck on his, squeeze his nape, and he sags a little, letting out a breathy moan.
“Em,” he whispers when we part. I never want him to say my name another way again. I kiss the corner of his mouth and squeeze again.
“I want you both to fuck me,” I say, and Jamie is already nodding, while Patch stares down at both of us, gaze a little hazy.
“Patch,” Jamie says. He squeezes Patch’s cock and Patch moans. “Em wants us to fuck him.”
I wait until Patch is looking at me, until I’m sure he’s heard what Jamie said.
“I want you both to fuck me at the same time,” I clarify.
“I—” Jamie swallows. “What the fuck?”
Patch pants and shakes his head. “You—You’re sure.”
“I need it,” I say because now that the idea is lodged in my brain, I can’t shake it.
I want to sit on Patch’s cock, have Jamie shove inside me and set the pace, all the while knowing that whatever I tell them to do, however I tell them to pleasure themselves, they’ll do it without hesitation.
“I need to feel both of you inside me. I need to be full.”
“Fucking hell,” Jamie says. He kisses me again, and I let him take charge for a second, let him hold me in place. “We’re going to go so fucking slow, make you feel so fucking good…”
“Do we need—” Patch cuts himself off, swallows.
“Do we need what?” I ask.
He stares at me for a moment. “Condoms.”
Jamie and I exchange a glance. Jamie raises an eyebrow.
They made it kind of clear, didn’t they?
Wolves can’t catch or pass on regular human infections or anything like that—their inherent magic burns all of that out of their systems before it can take hold.
I know I’m negative. Jamie said he is, too, and I believe him.
“No, we don’t,” I say and watch the smile grow on Jamie’s face.
“Fuck yeah,” he growls. He pulls his hand out of Patch’s trousers and kisses me again, shoving me back towards the bed. “Gonna make a fucking mess of you, baby. Fuck, it’s gonna be so hot.”
Patch grabs me before I can hit the bed and I turn my face up for his kiss, too. It’s softer, sweeter, and when I pull back, there’s still a small furrow between his brows.
“We’ll go slow,” I say. “But we’re only doing this if we all want to. Do you want this? We can do literally anything else.”
Jamie all but vibrates with anticipation beside me. I love his enthusiasm. I understand Patch’s hesitation. I can’t wait for the pair of them to fuck me into next week, however that ends up happening.
“Yeah,” Patch says, nodding. “Yeah, I want this.”
There’s something else. “But…?” I prompt.
Patch looks at Jamie. His cheeks go pink, and for a moment, I think he won’t say what he’s thinking at all, and we’ll have to sit down and talk about this.
“I want you to fuck me,” he says to Jamie. “After that.”
Jamie gapes at him. Only for a second, maybe two, but then a dirty grin spreads across his pretty face. “Oh, I thought you’d never ask,” he purrs.