“Poor baby. That's because you didn't need their tongues on you,” Parker purrs. “You needed a great big alpha cock to fill you up, isn't that right?”
Her hands fly up to cover her face, but she nods.
“Not just any great big alpha cock, though,” Parker continues. “Youralpha's cock. You needed Cross's cock, didn't you?”
My heart hammers. I want to hear her say it. I can feel guilty later, but right now I need to hear her say she needed me then and she needs me now. I scoot lower until my shoulders arebetween her knees and her pussy is right in front of my face, just waiting for me.
“Yes,” she gasps, then moans as I drag my tongue across Parker's fingers until I can flick it across her clit.
Her hips raise up, asking for more, but Parker forces her back down, the heel of his hand against her mound. “You needed his knot, didn't you? Stretching you wide open,” he growls into her ear. “He's going to give it to you tonight. I can't wait to see it. We're going to have our own little mating ceremony right here in this bed.”
My eyes flash up to meet his. He's watching me very closely. His brows raise in a silent question and my tongue swipes across my bottom lip before I nod once. Claiming ceremonies with a pack are different from mating ceremonies – for pack leaders, that is. When regular wolves find their mates, they have what amounts to a wedding and we call it a mating ceremony; but when pack leaders find their mates, there are two ceremonies.
First the claiming ceremony, which can happen at any point as soon as both parties are old enough and mature enough to understand what they're agreeing to. The mating ceremony comes later and it can be a lot to handle if the couple is shy. During the mating ceremony, the Alpha and Luna fuck with the whole pack watching. He knots her. Then the entire pack comes to greet them as a mated pair. The point of it is for the pack to familiarize themselves with the combined scents of their Alpha and Luna, and to recognize that it will be a functional and hopefully fertile pairing. It is a big deal. Genie and I would have been expected to go through with both all at once a few weeks ago. That was the plan, but I ruined it.
Usually it's just a quick acknowledgment that, realistically, the Luna is only mostly unconscious for due to the nature of knotting; but sometimes, especially if they complete the ceremony in wolf form, pack members might get a littlepersonal. They might take a very close sniff or even a quick taste. It's all acceptable as long as it's respectful. The fact that Parker is mentioning it right now is important. He is going to familiarize himself very thoroughly. I can see it in his eyes.
Genie's hips try to roll, searching for more friction than just his fingers holding her so firmly, but he doesn't let her move, and I lick across her and his fingers again. She pulls her knees up, spreading them wide, and lets out a breathy little whine.
“Oh,” he murmurs, “What's the matter? You need more?”
I need more. I need him to move his fucking hand so I can lick and taste her the way I want to, but he's playing with her, stringing her tight. She's going to burst into flames when she finally cums and I want to burn with her.
“Yes,” she hisses.
He spreads his fingers, opening her up and exposing her so completely to me. I don't care what game he's trying to play now. My wolf is pacing and howling, desperate for the taste of her and I'm just as desperate. I lick across her lips and clit, covering her with my mouth, shoving her knees up even farther and leveraging her for even more access. She sucks in huge breaths and lets them out in long, rolling, needy wails as I draw pleasure from her, sucking and slurping until it's dripping down my chin.
“You feel that?” Parker asks, moving his hand to the back of my head. “He's been starving for you for so long. He's never going to get enough.”
It's true. I won't. I've had my face buried between women's legs before, but it wasn't like this. It was a brief, forgettable moment on the way to another brief forgettable moment. This is consuming and I am ravenous.
Parker presses me closer, forcing me closer until there's nothing separating me from her at all, no space, no time, just constant contact as my tongue moves over her. “You said you've never fucked before,” he says smoothly as I lose myself to herpleasure. “Does that mean you've never had anything more inside you than your fingers? Did you let those others put their fingers inside you, Genie? Tell me.”
She's past caring, not that I think she was embarrassed or ashamed to begin with. “My fingers. So many times. Yes, theirs. But not much, it was too dangerous. Toys, so many stupid toys.”
I grasp on to the word dangerous and vow to come back to it. That's something that should never be dangerous. Instead, I focustoys. I pull back just enough to ask about them. “What kind of toys do you like?” Then Parker shoves my face back where it belongs.
She sighs, and when she speaks her tone is thick and airy at the same time. “None of them. Not really.”
“Couldn't do the job, huh?” Parker hums.
“Not like I needed it. I have a glass one that I like sometimes.”
A soft growl vibrates from my throat and she groans, her hand coming down to join Parker's. I want to watch her fuck herself with that toy. I want to fuck her with it myself.
“I'm glad you had toys to stuff in that needy pussy,” Parker purrs. “Cross is big. He wouldn't want to hurt you when he fucks you. You're going to love it so much.”
“Does he fuck you?” Genie asks, and hearing her ask it makes my balls tighten.
Parker chuckles, and that makes me throb. “He does.”
“I want to see it.”
Parker's fist closes in my hair and I snarl when he yanks me away from her. He looks down at me, all casual teasing gone. “Did you hear that? She wants to watch you fuck me, Cross.”
“Yes,” I agree.
He holds me there, hovering above her, and holds my gaze while he whispers his next question into her ear. “I fuck him, too. Do you want to see that as well?”
