He exhaled in relief. “We’re thrilled she’s living here with us so we can take care of her.”
“Ivy, would it be alright if your dad and I come out to visit? We just want to make sure everything's fine,” my mom asked.
A visit from my parents sounded both wonderful and a tad terrifying. I wanted them to see that I was thriving here, but what if they rejected my new lifestyle?
I looked to Preston, who gestured yes to me. “Yeah, that would be fine. Let me check with the rest of the pack first and see if you can maybe stay at our house. Our show is in less than three weeks if you want to see us perform.”
“Okay, dear, I’ll check with your father and get tickets squared away. Preston, it was nice to meet you!”
“You too, Mrs. Turin. I look forward to hearing funny stories about Ivy when you visit,” he replied with a cute smile at me.
“Bye mom,” I said, hanging up the phone. I turned to Preston with raised eyebrows. “My parents' visit should be interesting.”
“I can’t wait to meet your father,” he laughed sarcastically. “Come on, let’s go get some dinner.”
***
Isaac
Standing up in the crow's nest, my eyes followed Ivy as she danced across the floor Thursday morning. She’d been with every pack member but me by now, and I’d wondered if that was by design.
I knew she wanted me; I could see it in her eyes. But she liked me chasing her, too. I could sense it in her. She liked playing with me, her chaotic, sexy devil, as she liked to tease me.
Her eyes caught mine staring at her. I licked my lips as I watched her smirk up to me. She turned and made her way to the ballet barre while the other groups danced. With graceful ease, she lifted her leg straight up to the side of her ear and stretched.
God, I wanted to grab that leg and thrust inside her, kneel and taste her thoroughly. I could tie her down to my bed and make her beg for me to give her release. She could straddle me and ride me hard. I could chase her through the studios as she laughed and ran from me. We could dance my duet for her; I’d change the ending and take her as she lifted her leg behind her.
“You have to stop staring at her,” Lukas whispered to me. I didn’t even see him standing next to me. “She might like it, but the rest of us have to watch you two.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, rolling my neck around. “I need her badly. You’ve all slept with her now, right?”
Lukas slowly nodded.
“And? Was it amazing? I tried my best not to be in the house,” I said.
Lukas huffed in amusement. After a moment’s pause, he said, “She took my knot.”
I exhaled loudly. She took his knot. That must have felt so intimate. I’d gladly give her my knot, I’d give her anything she asked…
No, that wasn’t us. I wasn’t her simp. I needed her to submit to me. And she would, I could tell she would do it gladly. She had that vibe with me. I’d have to chase and catch, then she would submit.
She was now flipped upside down, grabbing her bottom leg while the top one pointed straight up to the ceiling. So flexible…how far did those legs of hers stretch?
I could taste her submission on my tongue.
Soon…
***
Ivy
Isaac sat across from me at the dinner table, his eyes glued to my every movement. He was the last mate remaining to be physical with. Both he and I knew there was more to this physical relationship between us than just sex; he needed the chase, and I wanted him to take me when he was ready.
Something about his attention made me want more of it, too. I held up a swirl of pasta and slowly savored it in my mouth, as soft little moans escaped from me. It’s not that I needed to moan when eating, more that I felt compelled to for him.
I licked the fork slowly, capturing every single ounce of sauce left on it before looking up at the table. All four of my mates' eyes were intensely watching me. I glanced down at my plate—empty—before I slowly stood up, each one of them standing with me.
“I…uh…I’m all finished, should probably get ready for bed,” I said, my eyes connecting with Isaac.
