“It's always fun, isn't it Cross?”
“Always,” I hiss, trying very hard to keep it quiet.
Parker gives her a sideways smile. “He'd agree to anything right now, wouldn't you, alpha?”
“Yes,” I rasp. “Don't stop, Parker. Fuck.”
He laughs and fucks me deeper, not faster, slowly drawing out every stroke until stars are exploding inside my head and behind my eyes. “Jerk your dick, Cross. I want to see it. Show me. Faster, Genie. I want to see you cum, too. You smell so fucking good. I'll bet you will go into heat tomorrow after all.”
Two minutes later, Genie's gasping out her release and the only thing keeping her hand pressed against my stomach is Parker's determination to keep it there. As soon as she pulls her hand from the front of her shorts I snatch her wrist and suck her fingers into my mouth, causing her to gasp all over again.
“Here we go, Cross. You ready?”
I nod, keeping Genie's fingers right where they are and humming around them.
He wraps his hand around my fist and uses my own grip to finish me off. The orgasm roars through me, but I somehow manage to keep from screaming or snarling. Then I feel him jerking inside me, giving me every bit of his release and it feels like such a victory. I did that. My body did. He's a panting, twitching, satisfied mess because of me.
Genie pulls her fingers from my mouth and bends down to give me the sweetest kiss. “You're such a good alpha, Drew.”
It takes a little while for us to catch our breath and I spend the whole time thinking about the way Genie was talking and all the dirty things she said. She’s rotten and she might talk me right into a heart attack. I reach over and grip her jaw, holding her in place for a sloppy kiss. “That fucking mouth. You’re going to be so much trouble.”
“She’s going to be so much fun,” Parker says, smiling with his eyes closed.
“That too.”
Chapter Forty-two
Parker
“There,” I say, stabbing a finger into the map along the southernmost border of our pack lands. “That's where that dickhead is going to push the boundary. It's the perfect place to hide what he's going to try to do and it's far enough out of the way that patrols wouldn't notice anything small. Send a team out there. Tell them to keep their presence small, invisible if possible. They'll report back and then we can set the trap.”
Danner nods. “I'll send Kasey. They're good at invisible. What about –“
Whatever he was about to say dies in his mouth when Genie throws the door open so hard that it slams against the wall and bounces back towards her. She shoves the door again when it nearly bounces off of her and stalks up to me. She grabs my shirt, then yanks me up out of my seat and back out the door. I stumble behind her, trying to regain my balance as she drags me down the hall and out the back door.
“Genie,” I start. “Wait a minute. Did something happen?”
She stops suddenly and turns, using my shirt to jerk me down to my knees in front of her; and I realize three things all at once.
She's not wearing anything under the very white, very thin, very damp tee-shirt she's wearing.
People are watching us. A lot of people. From their porches. From behind curtains. From their lawns. Lots of watching and smirking.
And Genie is in heat. Not a spike. Not a build up. Full, potent heat.
The sweet scent might not affect me the way it's going to affect Cross, butfuuuuck. I draw in her pheromone-laden scent deeply, my nostrils flaring, and my cock swells and hardens instantly, painfully. My eyes meet hers and find no color, only blown pupils and burning need.
“Get Cross,” I bark the order at anyone within earshot. I stand up quickly, scooping her up into my arms and pulling her tight against my chest. “It's alright,” I tell her gently. “I've got you. Just hold on to me.”
She whimpers against my shoulder as I start running towards the cabin. Her nest is ready for her. Cross and I have worked hard to prepare it every day since we've been here. We've gathered more supplies in case she wants to add some things herself, but it's ready and waiting. She doesn't know we did it.We were planning to show her once it was finished, but things kept happening, and now she's in heat. I hope someone finds Cross and he gets there just after we do. He'll be disappointed if he doesn't get to see her reaction.
She starts squirming and whining, digging her nails into my skin and I hold her tighter. She's so hot against me and her shirt is drenched with sweat. Whose shirt is this? Neither me or Cross packed any white shirts. How long did it take her to find me? Possessive, jealous anger starts sizzling in my veins at the thought that someone was near her, touching her, giving her a fucking shirt,while she's in heat. Who would dare? They all know... Everyone knows that...
She whimpers again, shrinking in on herself and clinging to me, and I finally hear the menacing growl emanating from my very bones. “Genie,” I say, swallowing against the vibration. “Who does this shirt belong to?”
She whimpers again, the sound small and muffled against the material she still has clenched in her fist, but she doesn't answer and that makes me even angrier. Visions start racing in my mind of someone, one of the unmated mother fuckers in this pack, running her down and taking advantage and putting his shirt on her when she was just trying to get to her mate. I stop and look down into her damp, flushed face. “Genie,” I bark, forcing a command that I didn't know I possessed into her name. “Who does this shirt belong to? Tell me.Right.Now.”
She looks up at me with wide eyes, blinking rapidly. “Me. For sleep.” Then she buries her face back against my chest.
