She shakes her head. “She's vicious. Ask Jonathan Baker.”
Well, that explains that. I'm probably going to break every bone in his hands and rip them off for touching her, but at least I know what his problem is with me.
Parker lowers himself back onto his side. “Must have been a hell of a lot of bossing around boys to do what you just did to me.”
“That's not helpful,” I murmur, pushing my nose against Genie's neck and pulling in her scent.
“Just saying,” Parker says, shrugging.
“That wasn't bossing,” Genie says without looking at him. “I just knew what you needed.”
He hums but doesn't argue or agree.
“And what do you need?” I ask against her skin, making her shiver.
Her answer has nothing to do with sex and it makes me feel the weight of where we are right now and what we're about to do.
“Balance,” she whispers. “Stability. Strength.”
The way she says each word is like a punch in the gut. All things her mate, her alpha, should provide. She's needed those things for so long and I've kept them from her. I can make it up to her, we'll never get the wasted time back, but I can make sure her future is everything she needs it to be.
“Okay,” I tell her, kissing her throat. “We can do that.”
Genie pulls in on herself, seeming to close herself off, and then she opens. Her body becomes soft underneath me. Giving. That's what this is, she's giving everything to me with the expectation that I will take care of her. All at once, head first. It's breathtaking and terrifying and mine. The primal urge to sink myself inside her, bite into her, mark her, take her rushes from the depths of my being, but I breathe through it. I am taking time with her. I'm going to spend time giving her what she needs. There will be no rushing, every moment is mine and I want them all.
Her hand drops from my hair to my neck and I let her guide my lips back to hers. I want to do so many things to her, with her, all at once. My hand creeps up to cup her breast, gently, feeling the shape and weight of it as I drag my thumb over her nipple. Her soft sounds and arching back spur me to take it between my fingertips, plucking and pulling it before lowering my mouth to it. I lick across the taut nub, swirling around it, and taking it between my lips to suck. Her fingers sink back into my hair andshe holds me in place, gasping, and I smile against her when she reaches down to lift her other breast up for my attention.
I can't wrap my head around the idea that this will be her first time. I don't know how it's possible that she resisted her natural urges. I fucked my way through my misery, I feel like shit for it right about now, but sex is a natural remedy for a lot of things. How could she stand to go without? Why? I rejected her claim on me, she had no reason to hold herself back. How did she endure it? I suddenly want to know everything that every other male did to her, what they did to make her feel better when she was burning.
I pull away from her, giving her nipple one last flick of my tongue. “Tell me what they did,” I demand. “Tell me what they did to help you through the beginning of your heat.”
“What?” she gasps.
“Bad idea, Cross,” Parker says slowly.
“I don't want names,” I assure both of them. “I just want to know what they did.” I bend down to nip the side of her breast. “So I can undo it.” I lick across the sting. “So I can do it better. You can help.” An image of Parker's fingers digging into her thigh last night when he spread her open for me flashes and I groan. “You're going to help.”
“You don't really want to hear about any of that,” Genie insists, her eyes closed tight.
I lick my way up her neck back to her lips and kiss her again. “I want to hear every word. Tell me.”
Her chest raises with a deep breath. “Just lots of kissing and touching until I got off and then I made them forget about trying to fuck me. That's all.”
“You can do better than that,” I tsk. “Start with the kissing. Where did they kiss you?”
She huffs, blushing, and starts naming parts. “My mouth. My neck. Behind my ear. My shoulders.”
She goes on, calling out all the best bits and pieces of her, and I put my mouth on every place she names after she says it. Her skin is flushed and so sensitive by the time she finishes. Parker moves closer to speak roughly against her ear. “You didn't mention this part.” His hand pushes between us, snaking down her body, and I lift up to give him more room and move down her body. I know where he's going with this and I'm all to happy to finish it. “Did those other males kiss you here?” he rasps, sliding his fingers over her mound and between the puffy, soaked folds, trapping her swollen clit between two fingers. “Did you let them put their mouths on this pussy?”
She gives him a jerky nod.
His fingers pulse, constricting the sensitive flesh even more. “Did it help? Did it make you feel all better?”
He didn't touch her last night. Not really. He didn't touch her a minute ago, either. The sight of his hand holding her pussy prisoner, the delicate lips trapped between his strong fingers peeking out to tease me, makes me ache. I want to watch them disappear inside her. I want to see Parker use them to make her scream. I want to see her stretched around his fingers and begging him to fuck her with them.
“Tell me,” he urges, brushing her exposed clit with his thumb.
“Just for a minute,” she answers. “It made it worse.”
