Chapter 14
Chapter fourteen
Jack
“So you watch this kind of stuff all the time?” I asked, curled up with Tate on my bed, my head on his chest while his fingers played with my hair. The television played some teen werewolf show. It was all kinds of inaccurate, not to mention the acting was horrendous.
Tate shrugged, chuckling, making me bounce against his chest. “I don’t know. I find it comforting.”
“Comforting?” I raised my head, staring at him in disbelief. “Their werewolves turn into big humanoid wolf monsters. Doesn’t that bother you?”
“I don’t know. It shows that people still believe in us, even if they don’t have all the facts. Which honestly is a blessing, or we’d be in big trouble.” He stroked my hair, twisting a curl around his fingertip. “Don’t you ever watch those supernatural hunter shows?”
“No,” I scoffed, wrinkling my nose. “I don’t have much time for T.V., let alone watch someone butcher my job with their Hollywood theatrics.”
Tate chuckled as his hand curled around the back of my neck, drawing me down to him. “Oh, you would most definitely hate them. But it’s the little things.”
His lips brushed mine, my hand bracing on his chest as our lips opened, our tongues stroking each other.
“Nope.” I pulled back. “I don’t think I could do it.” I sat up and gestured toward the television. “It’s like a medical professional watching one of those hospital shows. I’d be yelling at the screen about how inaccurate it all was. I don’t see how I could enjoy that.”
I pointed out the scene on the television. “Besides, not once have you bit me on the back of the neck while we had sex. And Kyren most certainly hasn’t gone crazy over my period blood.”
Tate suddenly grabbed me, flipping me onto my back, his body pressed between my thighs. “You didn’t see him freaking out after I tasted you.” His nose traced a trail up the side of my neck, his hands holding mine next to my head. “We’d never fucked so hard in my life.”
I swallowed thickly. “Really?”
A visceral image of the two of them together penetrating my mind. I had to admit that was something I most definitely wanted to see and be a part of.
Tate nodded, his hands moving down my body to push up my shirt, exposing my bra. “Just imagine how he’d have acted if he’d actually gotten to taste you himself.”
My eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the feel of his hands on my skin, unable to think of anyone else but what Tate was doing to me now. He pulled the cups of my bra down, his mouth sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.
Then button of my pants popped open along with my eyes.
“Tate,” I said in a harsh whisper. “What are you doing? My parents are in the house.”
“So?” He arched his brow, the light twinkling off his eyebrow piercing. “Do you think they believe you’ve never had sex before?”
“Well… no.” I flopped back onto the bed, letting him pull my pants down my legs.
Heat gathered between my thighs. The thought of getting caught somehow added a sexy kind of danger to the situation.
Like the time Julian and I had sex in that abandoned warehouse while waiting out a storm.
Our team mates could have found us at any moment which only made it ten times hotter.
Tate tossed my pants aside, crawling back up between my legs as his mouth pressed hot wet kisses along my inner thigh. “Then we might as well prove them right.”
I gasped at the first flick of his tongue across my center, the thin material of my panties doing nothing to subdue the pleasure that coursed through me. One hand grasped my pillow while the other took his hand, putting it up to my chest until he cupped my breast.
He nipped at me through the material covering my mound. Then he used his other hand to push the fabric aside. Instead of taking me into his mouth, he pressed his nose to me, inhaling me deeply.
“Fuuuuck, you smell so good.”
I hooked a leg around his shoulder, urging him to do more than sniff me. “Taste me.”
Tate peered up at me with a wolfish grin. “Anything for my princess.”
I started to send a sarcastic retort back when his mouth completely covered my clit, sucking it into his mouth like a vacuum on the highest setting possible.
I bite down on my fist, tasting the blood in my mouth as it took everything in me not to scream out and draw all my parents’ attention to my room.
As if they weren’t already aware of what we were doing now. One couldn’t sneeze in this house without someone knowing about it.
Grabbing the pillow next to me, I placed it over my face, shoving all my moans and whimpers into it. They might know what we were doing, but I did not think I could face them if they knew what kind of noises I made during sex.
My legs shook, my release on the edge of cresting, when Tate pressed two fingers inside of me, curling them at just the right spot to make me shout. At this point, I was only vaguely aware of what sounds were coming out of me as he proceeded to turn me into a big puddle of goo.
Without giving me a moment to breathe, Tate flipped us, his back against the headboard, me straddling his lap. A smug grin of satisfaction curled up his lips while he brushed my hair back from my face.
“Think they heard us?” he asked with a cheeky grin.
I smacked his chest and scowled. “You know they did.”
“You know, they’re probably more uncomfortable about hearing you than you are about them hearing you.” Reaching between us, Tate unsnapped his pants and took my hand, wrapping it around his length. The barbells pressing into my hand made me squirm. “So let’s make it really uncomfortable for them.”
Before I could answer, my mom called out from somewhere in the house. “No, god, please don’t. Give us five minutes and we’ll leave.”
My face burned with embarrassment. Of all my parents that I thought would have something to say about it, I didn’t think it would be my mom, who had done nothing but push me at Tate and the others.
A few minutes later, the front door slammed shut. I strained to listen for signs that anyone else was still in the house.
Tate squeezed his hand around mine, letting out a small grunt. “I think they’re all gone, princess.”
“I can’t believe you did that.” I shook my head, ducking so he couldn’t see how red my face was.
Chuckling, Tate lifted my chin with his knuckle. “It was worth it to see you look this cute.”
My embarrassment turned into a scowl. “Don’t make me kick you out, too.”
His arm wrapped around my waist and lifted me up, positioning me over his length.
“Kick me out afterward. It’s been weeks, princess,” he whimpered desperately, “I need to be inside of you now.”
The tip of him teased my entrance, making me pant.
I remembered what those barbells felt like inside of me, and even my most imaginative daydreams couldn’t equal to the way they made me feel.
My mind fought with my body over what we wanted more — to teach Tate a lesson on embarrassing me or to have him inside of me.
My body seemed to decide on its own, sinking me down until just the tip was inside of me. I groaned and grabbed the back of his neck, pressing my forehead to his as I let myself become accustomed to his size once more.
“Oh, princess, you haven’t even reached the first one. Don’t give up on me now.” His large hands cupped my ass, not forcing me to go faster than I wanted, but rocking us so that I felt every part of him against my inner walls.
I pressed down, the first barbell popping past my entrance. My toes curled, and a low, animalistic sound escaped me.
“That’s it, baby.” Tate kissed my forehead. “You’re doing so good. Squeezing me so tight. Oh, fuck. I may not last at this rate.”
A sense of pride filled my chest at his admission.
Panting from how good the stretch felt, I lowered myself inch by inch, taking each of them into me until I was fully seated in his lap.
Swallowing, I groaned with how full I felt, the metal rubbing parts of me neither Kyren nor Julian had ever touched before.
The thought of Kyren in my mind, I locked eyes with Tate. “Have you fucked Kyren with these?” I lifted slightly before sinking back down making us both moan in unison.
“Are you jealous?” Tate smirked up, flicking his tongue over his lip ring. “Or want to picture me fucking him while you ride me?”
The majority of the time when all three of us had been together, Kyren and Tate had mostly focused on me. However, the thought of seeing them together… oh, I definitely liked that.
Involuntarily, I clenched around him.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” Tate panted, his hands now helping me to move up and down his length.
Each time our hips met, he pulled a short cry from me.
“Oh… you’re squeezing me so tightly. You want to watch me fuck Kyren, don’t you?
” His words coming out in pants, urging me down on his length with each new filthy phrase.
“Or maybe you want him to be inside of you at the same time?”
I groaned.
“Oh, yeah,” Tate huffed as he angled me forward so my sensitive bundle of nerves brushed against his pubic bone with every thrust. “That’s it.”
“Tate,” I breathed, fingers digging into his shoulders. “I’m close.”
His hand went to the back of my neck, pulling my head to the side, his words hot on my ear. “I bet the professor would love to fuck you while you watch us. Think we should ask?”
The imagery he brought to my mind was just enough to bring me over the edge. My hips gyrated against his, rubbing myself against him while my walls tried to force him further inside of me.
I wanted the image he gave me. I wanted all three of us to be together. Not just for sex, but for everything else.
I knew it was a flight of fancy though. There was no way Kyren would agree to it.
I would be lucky if we could all eventually stand to be the same room with each other.
Let alone with Julian, who had his own issues with vampires.
It would be damn near impossible to get him to join us in bed, even if he was only touching me.
“Princess,” Tate murmured, brushing his fingers across my cheeks. “I know my piercings can be overwhelming, but I didn’t think they’d make you cry.”
“What?” I sniffed, rubbing at my face. “No. It’s not that. Sorry.” I shook my head and forced myself to smile, not moving from his lap, my hands limp on his shoulders. “Just got a bit emotional is all.”
Tate stared at me for a long moment before he nodded, kissing me on the forehead before pulling me into his arms. He held me for a long time, not once showing that he wanted to let go. His length had long since softened inside of me, and yet neither of us moved.
Eventually, I pulled away, my hips aching from sitting in the same position so long. Slowly, I inched off him, letting out a small sound as the barbells rubbed along my insides. I shifted to the side of the bed and swung my legs over.
Like a baby deer, my legs wobbled under me, and I had to sit back down for a moment. Tate laughed and came up behind me, kissing the side of my neck.
“I don’t know if I should ask if you’re alright or be proud that I have such an effect on you.”
I rolled my eyes. “You would think that. I just need a minute…” I then added on under my breath, “…for the blood come back to my legs.”
Tate, the asshole, jumped out of bed and pulled his pants back up, having not removed any of his own clothing. “Should we see if there’s anything to eat in the kitchen, or should I go grab us some food?”
Finally confident I could stand on my own, I searched the room for where Tate had tossed my clothes. “I’m sure our cook has something we can heat up in the fridge.”
“Great,” Tate clapped and rubbed his hands together. “Then I can show you how to enjoy watching a completely inaccurate representation of our lives.”
“Aright, fine.” I went to the bedroom door and paused. “You’re not coming?”
“I was actually going to take a leak then check in on Kyren, if that’s okay?” Tate held up his phone for me to see.
“Oh.” My brows furrowed. “Is he okay?”
Tate seemed to struggle for a moment on what to say, scuffing his feet on the carpet. “I don’t want to lie to you, princess, but you have to promise not to freak out.”
I released the door handle and crossed my arms. “I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”
Tate crossed the room and placed his hands on my shoulders. “We’re trying to find the people who attacked you.”
Staring up at him, my lips twisted to the side. “We, who?”
“Me, Kyren, and Julian.”
If Tate had told me he was working with the Pope, I couldn’t have been more surprised.
“Wait, what? Kyren and Julian? Together? You mean at the same time?”
Tate grimaced. “Well, if they don’t end up killing each other first. I left them bickering to come see you.”
I snorted. “That was brave of you.”
The idea of the two of them in the same room together let alone working together was so beyond my comprehension I couldn’t even imagine it. Fucking? Sure. But working together? Not in a million years.
“Also,” Tate paused and then added sheepishly, “if you still have that note, it might be helpful in finding who’s responsible.”
A suspicious feeling came over me at his request. “You didn’t just come over here to get that note, did you?”
“Oh, no. I meant what I said about missing you.” Tate gave me a wolfish grin and cupped my waist. “Besides, if I’m going to play babysitter to those two, I need all the incentives I can get.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “I’m an incentive now, am I?”
“The best kind.”
Pushing him away as I laughed, I went to my desk and dug through my drawers. Finding the note, I held it up to him between two fingers.
“If I give you this, you can’t go off on your own and get yourself killed, okay? Use it to gather information only.”
I knew it was hypocritical of me to make those stipulations to him since I was the one who had gone off without telling them last time. But the thought of losing him or any of the others was stronger than any sense of right or wrong.
Tate clasped my hand with his, taking the note into his hand, his mouth pressing to mine. “I promise. No heroics. Just surveillance.”
“Uh-huh,” I murmured against his mouth, wishing that was all they were going to do.
Except I knew the three of them. When it came to me, they didn’t think logically. It was kill first, ask questions later.
I just hoped they were careful enough for there to be a later.