Page 123 of Tempting Fate

“Em,” he whispers when we part. I never want him to say my name another way again. I kiss the corner of his mouth and squeeze again.

“I want you both to fuck me,” I say, and Jamie is already nodding, while Patch stares down at both of us, gaze a little hazy.

“Patch,” Jamie says. He squeezes Patch’s cock and Patch moans. “Em wants us to fuck him.”

I wait until Patch is looking at me, until I’m sure he’s heard what Jamie said.

“I want you both to fuck me at the same time,” I clarify.

“I—” Jamie swallows. “What the fuck?”

Patch pants and shakes his head. “You—You’re sure.”

“I need it,” I say because now that the idea is lodged in my brain, I can’t shake it. I want to sit on Patch’s cock, have Jamie shove inside me and set the pace, all the while knowing that whatever I tell them to do, however I tell them to pleasure themselves, they’ll do it without hesitation. “I need to feel both of you inside me. I need to be full.”

“Fucking hell,” Jamie says. He kisses me again, and I let him take charge for a second, let him hold me in place. “We’re going to go so fucking slow, make you feel so fucking good…”

“Do we need—” Patch cuts himself off, swallows.

“Do we need what?” I ask.

He stares at me for a moment. “Condoms.”

Jamie and I exchange a glance. Jamie raises an eyebrow. They made it kind of clear, didn’t they? Wolves can’t catch or pass on regular human infections or anything like that—their inherent magic burns all of that out of their systems before it can take hold. I know I’m negative. Jamie said he is, too, and I believe him.

“No, we don’t,” I say and watch the smile grow on Jamie’s face.

“Fuck yeah,” he growls. He pulls his hand out of Patch’s trousers and kisses me again, shoving me back towards the bed. “Gonna make a fucking mess of you, baby. Fuck, it’s gonna be so hot.”

Patch grabs me before I can hit the bed and I turn my face up for his kiss, too. It’s softer, sweeter, and when I pull back, there’s still a small furrow between his brows.

“We’ll go slow,” I say. “But we’re only doing this if we all want to. Do you want this? We can do literally anything else.”

Jamie all but vibrates with anticipation beside me. I love his enthusiasm. I understand Patch’s hesitation. I can’t wait for the pair of them to fuck me into next week, however that ends up happening.

“Yeah,” Patch says, nodding. “Yeah, I want this.”

There’s something else. “But…?” I prompt.

Patch looks at Jamie. His cheeks go pink, and for a moment, I think he won’t say what he’s thinking at all, and we’ll have to sit down and talk about this.

“I want you to fuck me,” he says to Jamie. “After that.”

Jamie gapes at him. Only for a second, maybe two, but then a dirty grin spreads across his pretty face. “Oh, I thought you’d never ask,” he purrs.