“Stop challenging him,” Genie says, batting his hand away. “You're going to make him hurt me.”
He sighs and tucks his hand behind his head. “He's not going to hurt you. But he's dragging his feet.”
“I'm taking my time,” I argue.
“You've taken too much time,” Parker counters, and it lands sharp. I have taken too much time. The years I've wasted are a crime.
“You said he would hurt me,” Genie says. “If I let him.”
“He'll get too rough, but I don't think he'd hurt you.” Parker turns onto his side, propping his head up like he did before. “Now you're dragging your feet.”
She bites at her lip, her chest rising with the breath she takes before she looks away from him and at me, all soft acceptance and anticipation. I'm not going to hurt her. Parker's right, I can get too rough when I'm lost inside a haze of lust and possession, but I won't. Not tonight. I wrap my fingers around her jaw and dip my head to kiss her. She opens to me the moment our lips touch and I thrust my tongue inside her mouth, filling up the slick space. She makes a small sound that makes my blood boil and I swirl my tongue against her again, consuming her taste and the feel of her the way I wanted to a few moments ago. She's so sweet, her breaths coming rushed and shallow as I take her mouth.
She shifts, turning towards me and hiking her thigh up over my hip, allowing me to push my knee between her legs. She moans at the contact and tilts her hips, pressing and grinding her pussy against me. The scent of her want crawls inside my consciousness, digging sharp claws into my awareness, and I snarl against her lips, demanding more from her. She draws in a breath through her nose when I force the friction.
Genie is impossibly wet as I use my thigh to pleasure her. Her hand winds into my hair and tightens around the strands as I move my lips and teeth and tongue down her neck to her shoulder. She uses her grip on my hair to guide my mouth to the places she needs my attention most and I take notice of every single one so I can exploit them for the rest of our lives.
I move over her, keeping up the pressure between her legs, sliding my hand down to pull her knee up to my hip. The new position presses my hard cock against her and she gasps and I thrust my hips, relishing the feel of her soft body giving way tomine. Then her fingers grip my hair and she tugs, forcing space between us where there wasn't any before.
“I lied.”
Those two tiny words cause my heart to seize. She lied? About what? A dozen things that she could have lied about come at me one after another, making my jaw clench. My automatic response is to shove away from her but I don't do that. I told her I wouldn't run and I'm not going to, butfuck.
“What do you mean?” My words are soft, calm, steady.
“About my heats.” Her teeth dig into her lip. “I lied.”
Okay. Okay.Okay.I lower my head until I'm pressing my forehead against hers, our noses touching. “What did you lie about, baby?”
She takes a measured breath and her lashes flutter against mine. “I've never done this before.”
Parker sits up beside her, looking down at both of us, but he doesn't say a single fucking word. My pulse is hammering in my neck.
“Never done what?”
“This.” She swallows. “Fucked.”
Her taunt from a couple weeks ago replays in my mind in bright detail. She wanted me to know she'd been with other males. She made sure I knew it. “You told me that you wanted me to feel it every single time someone else got you off when you were in heat.”
Her chin lifts, butting against mine. “I did.”
“She said that to you?” Parker asks.
“That's almost exactly what she said,” I confirm. “So if you meant what you said, how have you never been fucked? Because I know you were in heat. I know how many days it lasted every single time you went into heat. I know when it started and when it stopped. I felt it all.”
She swallows again, the sound thick and heavy. “They got me off, but I wouldn't...” Swallow. “Couldn't... let them fuck me.”
“How did you manage that?” Parker asks “We've been around females in heat before. There's no way a male wolf would walk away without fucking you.”
She sighs. “Boys tend to forget what they're trying to take from you when you boss them around a little bit.”
“Are you serious?” Parker asks. I am still unable to articulate a response. All I can think about is hands on her, touching her, drenched in her wet arousal and I can't really get past it.
“I let them help me through the first stretch and then I switched it up and took charge, made it all about them before I was too far gone. Then I handed my wolf control until it was over. She wouldn't accept any of them and I knew it. She took care of me.”
I turn my head to look at Parker and his eyes are as wide as mine feel. She's been having heats for years. Years.Wolves don't put much, if any, importance on the concept of virginity, but the thought of her suffering all this time without any true relief...
“You didn't lie,” I tell her, kissing the tip of her nose. “You just didn't mention every detail. She really wouldn't give in to anybody?”
