Both, he insists.Both are ours.
Now that I know he wants Parker as well as Genie, my need races hotter. I let go of Parker long enough to rip his shirt down the middle and yank the remains down his arms. “Ours,” I growl, sinking my fingers back into his hair.
Parker stares into my eyes, blinking rapidly, and sighs into my hold on him. “Yours. Always yours.”
I tighten my fist again. “Mine.”
Then I shove him back onto the bed.
I fall onto him, pressing my full weight against him, pinning him to the mattress the way I wanted to pin Genie to the ground. His erection is as hard as mine is and it digs into my abdomen deliciously as he tilts his hips towards me. Goddess, it's been too long.
His skin is soft under my tongue as I lick and kiss across his chest. Parker likes it when I bite his nipples, so that's what I do. One, then the other, licking the sting away after each nip, until his hands find their way to my head to push me away from the sensitive flesh. “Too much,” he mumbles, and I kiss him again while my hands start ripping at the button on his jeans.
After what feels like hours, I get his jeans off and drag them down his legs along with his boxers. I drop onto my hands and knees over him, breathing in the raw scent of him as I look up into his eyes. He nods and I grip the thick base of him and lick a wide path across his head. He gasps my name and throws his head back. I lick him again, swirling my tongue, before sucking it into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Yes. Fuck, Cross.”
I growl around him, sucking him deeper, using the ring of my fingers to pump the lowest part of his shaft. Within minutes, he's urgently thrusting into my mouth and my own jeans are rubbing against my aching cock painfully. I don't care. It almost feels good.
His fists tighten against my scalp and he groans. “Too soon.”
I pull back until my lips are just brushing against his swollen head. “Give it to me.” Then I sink down on his length as far as I can without gagging. He doesn't like that. I remember. He likes gagging on me, but not the other way around. He hisses and the muscles in his thighs bunch and the sound of his toe popping makes me smile around his dick regardless of his impending orgasm. I remember when he broke that toe and I love hearing it pop right before he cums. I stretch my ring finger down to brushagainst his tight balls and then he seizes, back bowing, breath frozen in pleasure. Then his release splashes across my tongue and I swallow every drop of it.
He's breathing hard when I kiss his stomach and rise to my knees.
“One minute,” he breathes, and I laugh.
It's been so long since I've had this, since we've had this. I feel infinitely calmer. My dick is still made of throbbing granite, but I'm able to breathe now.
He starts to sit up but I push him back down and straddle his hips.
A look of regret tightens his features. “I need a longer minute than that.”
I laugh again. “You can fuck me next time. Right now I need to mark you.”
“What?” he asks, brows slamming down. “Cross, you can't. It won't – ”
“Shh,” I hush him. “Not a bite, not yet, anyway. Lay still.”
Parker has given me hundreds of hand jobs. He's had my cum all over him for one reason or another many times over the years. But never deliberately. “I want to fuck you, but I'm afraid I might hurt you right now.” I wrap my fingers around myself and stroke a drop of precum from the tip and swipe my finger across it. Leaning forward, I smear it across his lips, and he immediately licks it off. A satisfied rumble vibrates my throat as I go back to stroking myself.
“I'm going to cum on your chest. On your stomach. We're going to rub it in. You're not going to wash it off. Everyone will know you're mine. Understand?”
“Yes,” he whispers.
“Everyone will know you belong to me.”
“Yes.”
My grip tightens and my fist moves in faster, more shallow strokes. “Mine,” I hiss as my balls start to draw up.
“Yours,” he says, raising his arms above his head, making himself more vulnerable to my intent, and that's all it takes to tip me over.
My release rushes from me violently, nearly doubling me over with the intensity of it, but every drop lands on Parker's skin. It's everywhere. All over his chest, his hips, his stomach, his neck. Then we do exactly what I said. We work together to rub it into his skin. He is completely saturated with me. I might as well have put a real mating mark on him. It will only last a couple of days, but until it fades, my ownership of him is undeniable. My wolf loves it as much as I do.
We will mark her soon, he tells me.Do not deny me.
Once we catch our breath and I'm able to think rationally again, Parker gives me a strange look.
