I'm hard. Painfully hard with the urge to go back to Genie and pin her to the ground and fuckingtake her. Fucking erase every memory of other males from her body and replace them with me. I want her goddamned saturated with me.
But I can't fucking touch her.
Because I rejected her.
And she hates me.
Try harder. She told him to try harder.
Where the fuck is Parker?
I need to calm down and he's the only person who can help me do it. I have to think. I have to release some of this anger. I need to run. I need to shift and run.
An echo of my wolf's laughter pulls at me and I know he's not coming back out for a simple run. I have the distinct impression that he won't be making another appearance unless it's to take what's his.
“Parker!” I yell when I get to the hallway where our rooms are located. His scent is all over this area, but the strongest trail leads to my door and I punch in the code so hard that my finger bows. I shove the door open and slam it shut behind me.
He sits straight up on the bed and rakes his eyes across my face and down my body before drawing in a sharp breath. “Fuck.”
“Yes,” I snarl.
“What happened?”
I shake my head. I'm beyond explanations right now.
“What do you need?”
I can't tell him I need Genie. I definitely can't tell him that I need to do something to relieve the coiling anger and throbbing need rushing through my blood in equal measures because of her words and her scent and taste. It's not fair to him. He doesn't deserve that. But I have to do something before Idosomething.
“Breathe,” he says, his tone even and warm. “Just take a few breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. With me.”
I watch him do the ridiculous and useless breathing exercises and I try to mimic them, but all I can really see is his mouth. His lips. Her lips. Flitting back and forth in my mind's eye just to torture me. It's too much.
I shake my head hard, squeezing my eyes shut. “No.”
The bed squeaks when he gets up and his feet are soft on the floor when he walks to stand in front of me. He puts his hands on my hips to steady me, but that one touch is the tipping point.
“I'm sorry,” I whisper harshly, then grab the back of his head, fisting his hair between my fingers, and slamming my mouth over his.
I don't give him time to think or breathe or process what's happening. I drive my tongue into his mouth, sliding it over his and along his teeth, groaning at the taste of him. He pushes back for a moment, but gives in when I bring my other hand up to cup his jaw. I'm trying to be gentle, but I can't. It's been too long since I've had him, or anyone else, and I've never had her, and I think I'm going to die from this need. I'll pick it apart later and figure out how much of it is true need and how much of it is unmet possession and anger, but not now.
The kiss is urgent and aggressive and goes on until I'm breathless, but it isn't enough. Using my grip on his hair, I jerk his head back, arching his neck deeply so that his throat is pronounced, then I lick up the front of it. There is still a trace of Genie's taste in my mouth and the combination, however faint, is delicious.
Both.
I want them both.
I swirl my tongue over the center of his throat again before moving to his collar bone and he groans for me, low and rough.
“Yes,” I growl. “Again.” I suck a mark on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, raking my teeth across the salty skin, and he gives me another sound made of gravel and want.
“Cross,” he murmurs. “Cross wait. Let me catch up.”
I drag my tongue back up his neck and nip the shell of his ear the way I know he likes and push my thigh between his legs so I can feel his dick get harder and harder under my attention. I need to taste more of him. I want to leave marks. I want to claim him the same way I want to claim her. I want them both covered in the proof that they belong to me.
Yesss, my wolf growls from the dark.Mark them. Claim them. They're both ours.
A warm wave of relief washes over me. He still wants Parker.
