Page 57 of Tempting Fate

I want them both. It’s hard to feel the difference between the pull that I know exists between me and Em—the pull that tells me he’s my mate—and the sweeping desire I feel for Jamie, too. My wolf is silent. Does that mean it’s a bad idea or a good one? Is it something I should consider at all?

“Faster,” Em says, so quietly I almost don’t hear him. When I realise what he said, I bite him gently on the shoulder and speed up my thrusts.

He groans, caught between us, completely at our mercy and yet entirely in control. He pushes one hand through Jamie’s hair, simply holding on, then grabs the back of my neck. When he turns his head, I kiss him and swallow his next moan.

“Patch,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Don’t stop, fuck, you’re so good, feel so good…”

I growl and kiss him again. Jamie is still moving, still sucking, but I’ve been close since before I even pushed inside Em, and I know I won’t hold out for long.

Not at all, in fact. Em clenches around me again, at the same time he delivers a sharp bite to my lower lip. My eyes fly open in surprise. Pleasure spreads through me in a short, sharp shock, my hips slapping against Em’s arse.

I come a second later, fingers still tight on Em’s hips, entire body shaking. Jamie pulls off Em’s cock and sits back on his knees. I press my forehead against Em’s shoulder. I almost can’t catch my breath.

“Thought I had it,” Jamie says. He sounds amused.

Em laughs quietly, stroking my hair. “Don’t worry. I’m feeling generous tonight.” He presses his lips to my temple. “You okay?”

I hum. I’m content, except Jamie isn’t close enough. I reach out one arm past Em, and the air shifts.

I lift my head. Jamie looks at me with big, wide eyes. “I—”

“Come here,” I say. “Please.”

He shuffles closer, and when he’s close enough, I draw him in and kiss him. We’re all a tangle of limbs. Em nuzzles the side of my throat as Jamie and I kiss. I feel content, in a way I haven’t for months.

But I can’t explain it now. Can’t talk to either of them about it now. Em pushes back against me, still unsatisfied, and Jamie’s gaze swims with questions until he shutters them away.

“Your turn,” I say and he leans forward, stealing a slow, exploratory kiss before he sits back on his heels and turns his gaze on Em.

Em watches him right back. His breathing has evened out, but his cock is hard and red between his legs, practically begging for attention.

“What do you want?” Jamie asks.

“I want…” Em sucks his lower lip between his teeth as he thinks it over. “I want you to fuck me. I want Patch to stroke my cock. And I want to watch you both make out while you do it.”

Jamie only hesitates for a heartbeat. Then he’s nodding eagerly, moving fast to try to get us into position. I pull out of Em and deal with the condom as Jamie shoves him onto his back, then drags a pillow under Em’s hips. Em watches him, eyes bright with amusement.

I toss Jamie one of the other condoms. He doesn’t hesitate to roll it on, and he’s perhaps a little overeager with the lube, some of it dripping onto the duvet. I snort and climb back onto the bed. Em tucks one arm behind his head. I like him like this. Both of them.

“Wait. Are you even going to be able to see us properly without your glasses?” Jamie asks. He’s kneeling between Em’s thighs now, stroking his hands up and down them.

Em purses his lips. “A bit, but—”

I reach over and pluck them from the bedside table. Em blinks up at me as I lean over him and he doesn’t move at all as I gently put them on his face.

“Better?”

“Yeah.”

“They won’t fall off or anything, will they?” Jamie asks.

“So long as you’re not too overenthusiastic,” Em says.

Jamie huffs, but he seems more settled now. He shuffles even closer and Em tilts his hips up. His hole is red and loose from where I’ve already fucked him and I might want to take him bare next time, have proof of what we did dripping out of him afterwards, but there’ll be time for that. We’ll ensure there’s time for that.

They both groan as Jamie thrusts inside. He doesn’t go as slowly as I did, and he starts fucking Em right away, each movement getting him nice and deep. Em groans, then shakes his head.

Jamie stops immediately. “W-what? Fuck. I didn’t hurt you, did I? Are you—”