“You want us to make you cum?” Genie purrs.
“Fuck,” he barks. “Yes.” His hips buck against me, fucking into our grip around him.
“Do it then” I say, tightening my fist around her hand and his cock.
“Cum for us,” Genie finishes.
My head is spinning. We didn't even plan this, it just happened so naturally.
Parker's head falls back against her shoulder as his orgasm claims him. He lets out a low, growling groan as he paints my stomach with his release. I meet Genie's blown pupils over his shoulder and the scent of her arousal smashes into me like a truck. My hand tightens in her hair and I wait until she's completely focused on me.
“You're next.”
Chapter Thirty-seven
Cross
Parker sinks down onto the bed, still panting, and crawls up to lay on one side of it. He eyes Genie, casually draping one arm across his stomach. “So you're going tolove me, huh?”
She rolls her eyes and crouches to get the towel from the floor. Watching her body move, even in such a mundane way, is such a sensual experience. The overhead light shines on every inch of her, every curve, and I want to see all of it. There's muscleunderneath all that softness, the gentle definition of her thighs and stomach is such a gorgeous contrast.
“Most likely,” she says, and starts to wipe his cum off of my abdomen.
“And you're going to fuck me?” he asks, his eyes zeroed in on her movements.
“I imagine so,” she hums, wiping off the last of the sticky mess. “I can't really see a way around it.” She looks up at me. “Can you?”
I shake my head, the corner of my mouth lifting. “You're definitely going to fuck him.” And I can't wait to see it.
Parker sighs, closing his eyes against the glaring light. “But not tonight. You're fucking Cross tonight.”
Genie nods. “I can't see a way around that, either.” She goes to turn off the light, but leaves the door open, allowing the light from the other room to illuminate the bedroom.
“What?” Parker asks, cracking open one eye. “You get tired of seeing everything under fluorescent lighting?”
“Nope,” she says, walking over and sitting on the other side of the bed. “But I get headaches with overexposure. I don't usually keep the big light on. Big fan of lamps.”
Noted.
“Move over.” I nudge Parker's calf. He scoots to the side, giving plenty of room for Genie and I to stretch out next to him. She doesn't immediately slide into position and I scoop her up and dump her in the middle where I want her. It's almost identical to our position last night except Parker and I have switched sides.
Genie lays there between us, idly rubbing her fingertips together, and I spend a moment taking in the sight of both of them completely naked and so close to each other. His lean form is vastly different from her luscious one and I realize I've never taken the time to look at him next to one of our partners. Now that I'm thinking about it, I never actuallysawany of the womenwe shared. I saw them, of course, but there was no weight to it, no importance. They were there to fill a need and because they wanted to try to climb the pack hierarchical ladder. They didn't give a shit about him or me, not really. Sure, they would have fucked either of us into oblivion for the rest of their lives if that meant that they would get to be Luna, but that wasn't ever going to happen. I realize that now, and I'm beginning to understand exactly how stupid I've been.
I want to crawl in between them and roll myself in their scents until there's no separation between theirs and mine. Genie's bold claiming of Parker just now has me feeling deeply instinctual. I wish I could mark both of them. I need to see my claim on both of them.
“What are you thinking about over there?” Parker asks, and I realize that I've been rumbling with a slow rolling growl.
“You're both mine,” I tell him honestly.
“Well,” he says, “I am. You still have to claim her.”
“I haven't claimed you yet, either.”
He scoffs. “You've put plenty of marks on me. I've been thoroughly claimed, Cross. Everyone in this region and the next knows who I belong to. Genie, though? Nobody knows she's yours yet.”
“She's mine,” I say, feeling and meaning every syllable.
Parker reaches up to drag a fingertip across Genie's collar bone. “You're going to have to prove that,Alpha.”
