I don't have to fight him to make him submit.
There are other ways,my wolf agrees, sending a shock wave through me.
I thought you weren't interested in fucking him?I send back.
He snorts.I'm not. But you are and that would be better for her than fighting right now.
My hand moves closer to him slowly, slipping behind his neck. Parker allows me to grip his neck firmly, no growling, no snarling, but when I go to kiss him, he jerks away from me.
Fine.
Just when my grip begins to tighten, he bends slightly, reaching down to drag Genie up onto her knees, her back tight against his chest. His hand, fingers twisted into her hair, turns her face towards me.
“Her,” he growls in a voice gone rough and unfamiliar. “Not me.” Followed by the wordidiotalong our bond which was likely shared unintentionally.
I almost smile. It has been years since his wolf last spoke to me like this. We communicate along our bond regularly when we are both in our wolf form, but there is seldom need to when we are human. But he's here now, apparently with all his sarcasm intact. He pushes her forward just a little, and I move my hand from his neck to hers and hold his gaze as I pull her mouth to mine.
He doesn't fight me for possession of her and a small, quiet piece of me relaxes with the understanding that he isn't going to be a threat. Genie's mouth is so soft against mine and she opens to me immediately, allowing me to lick inside and taste her. She sighs, sliding one hand up my side and against my chest under my shirt. “Off,” she says, the command raspy and muddled, and I do as I'm told, peeling my shirt over my head and then shoving my shorts off and toeing off my shoes.
Parker is still holding onto her tightly. His hips are still tilting gently, moving inside her with rhythmic, shallow thrusts. “Here,” I say, slotting my hands against hers over her hips. “I'll take her.”
His fingers dig into her and my gaze rushes to meet his. He shakes his head slowly. “Not yet. Won't be long.”
My eyes narrow. He isn't challenging me. I'd feel it. I'd smell it. But he isn't handing her over, either. Smell... Whatisthat? “What won't be long, Parker?”
“His knot has to go down,” Genie answers dreamily.
Knot.
“What knot?”
Genie lets out a breathy laugh and leans against me, pushing her nose against my neck and drawing in my scent.
Parker doesn't laugh. His jaw ticks and he blinks to break our eye contact for a moment. His eyes are their normal blue when they open again.
“Show me,” I demand. Parker doesn't have a knot. He isn't an alpha. He has never had a knot. Something else must be happening. Something strange.
His brow raises, but he looks down at where his body meets Genie's, head tilting. “Let her down.”
She whines when I move away from her and help her lower her torso onto the nest, but only because it changed the angle of Parker inside her.
“Behind me,” he says through clenched teeth.
I get on my knees behind him and he leans against me, allowing me to see what he sees when he looks down.
Goddess. He's knotted her. Parker knotted my mate. Now my hands are gripping his hips, nails digging deep and angry.
“Parker.”
“Cross.”
“How?”
He swallows thickly and leans his head against my shoulder. “He said I didn't need it until now.”
He... “Your wolf.”
He nods. “This is,” he takes a trembling breath, “a lot to handle.”
