Page 53 of Tempting Fate

“But I’m—” Patch snaps his mouth shut. I know what he wants to say. But I’m a wolf.

Em makes that pained sound again. What does he think Patch means? But I’m bigger. Stronger. More of a man.

Ugh. Perhaps we should have had that conversation before this, but then I guess none of us came into this evening thinking anything like this would happen.

“I know,” I reply and let go of one of Patch’s hands to reach for Em’s, gripping it tight. I need him to know that Patch is with us. He’ll understand. He’ll understand soon, if I have anything to say about it. Not that I should. “And Em’s right. We’re not going to push you—each other—any further than we want to go. This is supposed to be fun, yeah? Let’s have some fun.”

Patch looks between us, and his gaze feels warm when it lands on me, potentially grateful, because this is one gap his mate can’t quite bridge yet. Em leans over and nuzzles the side of my throat, lips teasing.

“Yeah, let’s have fun,” Patch says. He moves all at once, dragging my trousers and underwear down to my ankles, and Em laughs when I land on my back again.

I turn my head to watch them kiss, heart squeezing at the way Patch lingers, after, pressing their foreheads together. Em’s eyes soften—he knows there’s more to it, of course, he has to have worked that out—and then they both look at me, both predatory in their own delightful ways.

I shiver as they look me over, then again when Em moves to lie next to me, running his fingers down the centre of my chest.

“What about you?” he asks. He’s hard. We all are. His cock is bigger than I thought it would be, and it’s almost a shame he doesn’t seem interested in letting me take a ride.

“What about me?”

His fingers dance up my chest and he tilts my chin up. Patch watches, still standing next to the bed. “Will you let us have some fun?”

“You can do whatever you want to me.”

Em’s eyes flare wide. He kisses me hard, and when his hand wraps around my cock, I cry out into his mouth. Fuck. It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched by anyone who isn’t me and I arch up into his grip, which tightens when I move. Patch steps closer at the next sound I make, one almost pained.

“Too much?” Em asks.

“No, fuck—Don’t stop.”

He grins and strokes me a couple more times, then pauses, fingers tight around the base of my cock. He glances at Patch. “Get him wet for me?”

Oh, fuck. My thighs tremble when Patch runs his hands over them, head tilted inquisitively to one side. He leans down and I expect him to lick or maybe suck me off, but instead, he spits on the head of my cock and it visibly twitches at the contact.

“Fuck,” I mutter. Em grins wickedly and strokes me again, this time spreading Patch’s saliva down my shaft.

“There’s—” He cuts himself off, though his hand never falters.

Patch clears his throat. He shifts awkwardly from foot to foot. “Say it.”

“You—”

“Say it.”

Em’s grin returns. “There’s a good boy.”