Parker is suddenly there, too close, breathing my air, sliding his palm over my neck to cover it. “That wasn't very nice,” he says, pressing the pad of his thumb against the side of my throat. “Don't tease him with submission. His wolf is so close to the surface. You have no idea how hard it has been on him to be kept from you. Don't tease him, Genie. Don't be cruel.”
I swallow thickly. “I didn't mean to.”
“I'm fine,” Drew purrs. “We're fine. He can wait. Goddess, fuck. You're so wet. Do you want more? Say you want more, Eugenia.”
Do I want more? Yes. I want so much more. I want him to fuck the emptiness out of me. I want to be so full of him that emptiness doesn't even exist. But can I have it? What will happen tomorrow when we face what we do tonight in the cold sunlight?
He thrusts his fingers, stretching me with their thickness, and I gasp. “Don't stop.” I can't take the words back now if I wanted to. He heard them. Even if I tell him to stop touching me right now, he still heard the truth of the words. He knows exactly how much I want him, and he knows that I don't give a fuck that Parker is here witnessing this moment.
“Yessss,” he groans, starting a slow steady rhythm with his fingers. “I want to see all of you. I've been thinking about your gorgeous tits since the hunt.”
I reach for the hem of my sweatshirt, but Parker is already there dragging the thick material up my stomach and over my breasts. My nipples tighten as the cooler air rushes over my heated skin.
“That's so good, baby,” Drew hums. “So pretty. I've gotten off thinking about this so many times.”
“Have you?” Parker asks, brow arched.
Drew's fingers still inside me, making me ache. “Don't act like you haven't.”
Parker doesn't say anything and Drew doesn't let it go. “Tell her,” he demands, pumping his fingers again, using more pressure, making me gasp and arch up to meet his hand. “Tell me.”
Parker sighs and looks down at Drew's hand moving underneath my shorts then back up at his face. “Do you really want to know or is this for her benefit?”
“Tell me,” Drew says, fucking into me with his fingers. “I want to know.”
“Fine,” Parker says. “Twice.”
Drew stops moving again. “Twice?”
“Twice was enough.”
“No it wasn't.”
“She's burning up, Cross,” Parker reminds him. “Me jerking off isn't important right now.”
Drew circles my clit with his thumb and slowly thrusts his fingers again. “Do it now.”
“No.”
Drew's touch turns rough, rocking my body, making me moan. “Why not?”
“This isn't about me,” Parker argues. “I'll jerk off for you later.”
I let myself imagine it. The image of Parker stretched across the bed, his hand wrapped around himself, stroking up and down, his face tight with need, plays in my mind and I can't help the sound that escapes. I want to see it. Goddess help me, but I do. They both look down at me, Drew's expression dark, needy, expectant; Parker's carefully neutral.
“Do you like that idea, baby?” Drew purrs. “You want to watch Parker get himself off?”
I glance from him to Parker and back. Fuck it. “I'm not stupid.”
Drew lets out a breathy laugh and Parker rolls his eyes.
“You don't want to watch me jerk off, Genie,” Parker says dryly. “It's not that interesting.”
“Yes, it is,” Drew says, then pulls his hand out of my shorts.
I whine. Loud and long.
“Don't worry,” Drew says, leaning down to brush my hair with his lips, “I'm not finished. But I want a little more room. Lift your hips for me.”
