“How would you even do it?” Genie asks. “I won't take any enhancers. Those things are dangerous.”
Parker walks his fingers up her spine and she sighs as he sinks them into her hair. “There are ways.”
“Ways that won't traumatize my parents?” she mumbles softly. “These walls are thin, if you haven't noticed.”
I've definitely noticed. The only reason we haven't christened her bedroom is because I respect her parents too much to subject them to sounds I'd drag out of her. “There are things we, I, could do to quicken the pace that won't traumatize your parents.” I glance at Parker and he nods back at me.
We have a secret. We've been spending most of our time being visible within the pack. People need to see who we are. They need to know us so that they will grow to trust us. We do what we can, where we can. We help. We carry. We play ball with the kids running all over this place. We've been doing everything for Genie's people that we do for our own because that's the only thing that will prove our worth. Being present. Being part of the community. Being visible. And good things have come of it. Danner gave us the keys to a cabin set back into the woods towards the outskirts of the residential compound. It's secluded, but still near the rest of the pack. It's perfect for us to settle into each other. Genie doesn't know yet. Parker and I are going to make it a nest for her imminent heat. She'll need it and, honestly, I need to do it. My wolf raises his head at every interesting fabric or scent I encounter. Instinct demands that we create a safe place for our mate, and that's the cabin. Even though I had to ask Danner to get someone to thoroughly clean and descent it.
When I unlocked the door and opened it, the scent of Genie's previous heat assaulted me. It was apparent that the cabin is where she spent her heats. Her scent is all but embedded into the grain of the wood. It was clean, don't get me wrong. Butthe deeper scent of her heat led to ugly thoughts that she didn't always spend her heats alone, regardless of the fact that she didn't let anyone fuck her. They still touched her. They tasted her. Their presence needed to be eradicated from the cabin and replaced by mine and Parker's. I'm not ashamed about pissing on the outside corners of the cabin, and I'm not ashamed about marking the inside of the cabin, either. There were a couple of places that smelled like another male and those were completely saturated. I made Parker help. He wasn't thrilled with marking the inside of the cabin, but he understood the necessity. Now the only scents in the cabin are ours and the scent beads, flowers, and herbs we've piled in there. As soon as the scent is completely right, we're going to start making her nest.
The nest is what will push her into heat. A nest prepared by a mate is one of the most comforting and gratifying things for a wolf approaching heat, or in general. Providing a safe place for a heat means you will also provide a safe place to raise pups. It triggers all the biological instincts that result in a heat. I just hope she likes it. I'm nervous about the nest, unbelievably and inexplicably nervous. Parker isn't. He's confident that she's going to love it the moment she sees it.
Genie releases a delicious groan, pulling my attention from the secret nest. “What are you doing, Parker?”
His fingers spread across her thigh, just under her ass cheek, kneading and rubbing as she sighs. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Never.” She groans again. “Why are you being so nice to me right now?”
“Because I agree with Cross. And because I don't care about traumatizing your parents as much as either of you do. They're wolves. You've been going into heat for years.”
“Not in my bedroom. I always left the house.”
He pushes his touch deeper into the muscle, dragging another groan from her. “They know he's going to fuck you, Genie. Theyknow we're both going to fuck you. We sleep together every night. Anyone who catches a hint of your scent knows you're going into heat any second. I don't know why it matters.”
I sink down onto the mattress on the opposite side of her and start working on her other thigh. “Would you like to take her to your mom's and fuck her in your childhood bedroom?”
“I fucked you in my childhood bedroom.”
Genie's head pops up, her eyes bright. “You didn't.”
He grins down at her. “I did. We've done lots of things in my bedroom.”
“And your mom didn't care?”
He shrugs. “I doubt it. There's no way she didn't know it was happening. She's always been more invested in my happiness than my sexual activities. She probably went to run errands or go see someone or something, but she never said anything. She just wanted me to be happy. I made her worry.”
“Are you happy?” Genie's genuine question takes both Parker and me by surprise.
His tongue flicks out to wet his lips before he answers, his eyes meeting mine. “I think so. I think I'll be happier once we get settled.”
She drops her head back down to rest on her arms. “You'll be happy, Parker. Don't stop rubbing, though. And I still want to see ...it.”
I break out my best scandalized expression. “In your parent's house? You libertine.”
“I'm sure you can be quiet enough,” she mumbles. “And I'm even more sure one of you gets off on the idea of getting caught.”
“Pretty sure we both do,” Parker says.
Genie rolls over and sits up, pulling one of her pillows against her chest and resting her chin on it. “Well, don't get caught.” Her eyes are bright with expectation and her scent drops into a warmer, sweeter note.
“What?” I gape at her. “Now?”
“Yes.” She blinks heavy lids.
Parker laughs, but I have to put my foot down. “Genie, if I won't fuck you in this room, what makes you think I'll fuck him?”
“Or let him fuck you,” she adds.
