Page 126 of Tempting Fate

Chapter Forty-Nine

Patch

Nothing is better than watching my mates please each other. Nothing, perhaps, until Jamie pushes me backwards, onto the bed, then straddles my lap as though it’s right where he belongs.

It doesn’t matter that they’re both smaller than me. It doesn’t matter that they’re both human. They’re mine and I’m theirs, and that’s the most important thing of all.

Jamie kisses me like he believes that, too. He tastes like me and like Em, and I lick the flavour out of his mouth until he groans and his fingers dig into my shoulders.

The bed dips. Em presses up against my side and kisses below my jaw. Will he bite me there one day? Maybe it’s a little high. Maybe he doesn’t quite know yet. He’ll get there. From what Dax said, humans have their own instincts about that, too.

“Can’t believe you’re both here,” Jamie breathes between kisses. He grabs Em’s chin and pulls him in for his own kiss, so all I can see this close is the two of them, and I don’t mind that at all. “Can’t believe we made it.”

I nip at his throat. Neither can I. We might not have been through all the drama and danger that some of our friends experienced, but that doesn’t matter. We’ve overcome our own obstacles. I think, together, we can overcome a whole lot more.

“Me neither,” Em says. His eyes shine behind his glasses. “But I need a little help now, if you both don’t mind?”

Jamie snatches the lube from Em’s hand and tries to push him back onto the bed, which only makes Em laugh. He can’t get much leverage while he’s still in my lap, after all. I grab him by the hips and lift him off, and in the meantime, Em moves, crawling up the bed. He rests back against the headboard, legs slightly spread, naked and glorious and all ours.

“Come help me,” Jamie says impatiently. I snort and turn, stroking up Em’s thigh. He shivers and his legs fall further apart. Jamie settles between them, and for a moment, he simply stares, taking all of Em in.

“I was right,” he says finally.

Em frowns. “Right how?”

“When I first saw you. I thought you were prettier than me.”

Em scoffs, cheeks red, clearly about to deny it, and I can’t say that I think one of them is prettier than the other—they’re both gorgeous to me, after all—but I won’t have that. I wrap my hand around his cock, even though he hasn’t told me I can, which matters now, and Em gasps, arching his back.

“You’re both beautiful,” I say, unable to meet their eyes, voice rough. Em jerks in my grip and Jamie makes a noise of delight.

“Our strong wolf,” he murmurs. His fingers trip up my arm and over my shoulder. When his hand settles on the back of my neck, squeezing tight, I sigh. “All ours.”

“Yes,” I whisper. The word trembles, desperate.

Em trembles, too. He whimpers, shifting in my grip, and when we both look at him again, he’s softly panting. “I need…”

“We’ve got you.” Jamie winks and slides his hand between Em’s legs. I don’t know when he slicked up his fingers, but he must have because Em whines when he pushes inside, tipping his head back to stare up at the ceiling for a moment before he jerks it back to look at us again.

I don’t know where to look myself. I’m torn between watching Jamie, expression one of fierce concentration, or Em, whose cheeks are flushed, soft lips damp and parted.

Jamie goes slowly. I stroke my fingers over Em’s thigh, occasionally straying to tease the length of his hard cock, and drop kisses over his ribs and stomach. He won’t rush this any more than I will. If Em is going to take both of us—and a hot shiver goes through me, thinking of that—then we can’t risk hurting him. Not for a second.

Still, this slow torture of being stretched open seems to be painful in its own way. Em whines when Jamie has four fingers inside him, thrusting wetly in and out of his hole. “F-fuck,” he manages. “Jamie, that has to be enough, please—”

“No,” Jamie says, the word sharp, and Em doesn’t startle the way I do; he just moans and drops his head back. “Not yet. You’ve already taken Patch’s cock once. You know what you need.”

Em nods and whines. He’s squeezing his eyes shut behind his glasses. Jamie nips the inside of his thigh and then licks up the length of his cock. His eyes dart to me.

“Help me out here.”

I shuffle over a little and take the lube when Jamie pushes it in my direction. He laps at Em’s cock, not really trying to get him off so much as tease him, and once I’ve dribbled lube over my fingers, I press them alongside his.

“Nice and slow,” Jamie says.

Em gasps when I press against his hole, already stuffed full of Jamie’s fingers. He clutches at the sheets, eyes wide and wet, and when I start to push inside, his legs shake.

“I… Oh, fuck,” he whines. He moves his hips. He wants this. Every fibre of his being wants this, and I feel that same thrum of desire in my own chest—from him because it’s different to the faint shimmer I feel from Jamie and the desperate need of my own.