Page 77 of For the First Time
“If you’re really good for me, I just might let you fuck my ass tonight.”
Atlas whimpered.His cum stained his sweats between my thighs.I wasn’t sure if he’d fully come or if he was just leaking pre-cum.
A part of me wanted to stay here, in this room, in this moment with Atlas and Oaks.I knew if I did, Everett would join us when we got home.He would easily fit himself on the bed and we’d do what we’d done before.The four of us sharing bodies and pleasure.
I didn’t want that.Well, I did.Obviously.But I didn’t wantjustthat.I wanted Everett to claim me.To finally bond with me.And that meant using every ounce of willpower I possessed to climb off Atlas, despite the way he whimpered at the loss of my body, and stalk out of the bedroom.
I still heard them, the sound of voices, of gasps and moans.My body wasn’t close to an orgasm, not from light thrusting and dirty talk, but it was aroused and trying to cool down left me feeling cold and alone.Which was ridiculous.My mates would be more than happy if I joined them.And Everett would be home soon.
Sooner than I’d thought considering I was in the middle of the foyer, making my way to the kitchen when the front door opened.
My heart started to race as if it wasn’t Everett coming through the door, but a stranger.
Everett made everything look easy.Another ridiculous thought since all he was doing was coming into the house, opening and closing the door, and taking off his shoes.He was still in his scrubs for the day, his gym bag tossed over his shoulder.His beard was bushy, the dark brown hairs somehow darker than the brown on his head.He didn’t quite look like a man who had gone through years of schooling, but I think that only made him sexier.
When he lifted his head toward me, his face broke out into a wide smile.“Good evening, Babygirl.Any reason you’re looking at me like you’ve just seen a ghost?”
I shook my head, my throat too tight for words.Should I just blurt out my request now?Or did I give him time to settle in?I wasn’t sure.I hadn’t truly planned anything out—which was probably why I was so stressed that my scent started to perfume around me.
Everett’s smile dropped as he rushed toward me.His hands ran over my body as if checking for any hurts.“What’s going on?Where’re Oaks and Atlas?Are you in pain anywhere?”
I managed to squeak out the words, “They’re in the bedroom.”
A moment of silence passed, the sound of Atlas moaning, desperate for release, just barely loud enough to meet our ears.
“I, um—” My cheeks heated.“I want to talk with you.”
I watched Everett look over my face like he was trying to read the words I was going to say off my skin.
We were standing in front of each other, not like a mated pair, but like strangers on a date.Unsure if they were going home with each other or parting ways after dinner.It was ...awkward.And that awkwardness only made my nerves worse.
“I want—” I choked on my own words.Why was this so hard to say?I wanted him to bite me.To claim me.They were just words.So why did my tongue suddenly feel too heavy to move?
One of Everett’s eyebrows flicked up.He then truly took in my outfit—or lack thereof.I’d shaved, lotioned, and plucked before standing in front of the mirror wondering if I was doing too much or not enough.I wanted this night to be special, but I’d also wanted it to be us.I didn’t want to not feel or look like myself when I was claimed by Everett.
He dragged a single finger up my thigh, just barely bunching the shirt as he trailed upward until my entire lower half was exposed to his gaze.He growled, the sound full of lust.
I shifted my weight from foot to foot, feeling like his gaze between my thighs was an actual caress.
Everett dropped to his knees, bringing his face right between my thighs as he inhaled deeply.My core clenched around nothing, a reminder of how turned on I was and exactly how empty.
“You’re in my shirt, covered in my scent.”His fingers pinched the smallest wet mark where Atlas’s cum had stained through his sweats.“And a little of Atlas’s, the possessive asshole.”
I nodded even though he wasn’t truly asking a question so much as pointing out the obvious.
“Tell me what you want, Babygirl.Is it for my tongue to lick up all the wetness from between your thighs?Or do you want my fingers in there, feeling for that spot inside you that makes your legs shake?”His hand came up to cup my mound, the warmth of his touch nearly making me jump.“Maybe you’re too impatient for that tonight?Hm.Maybe all you want is my cock pressing deep inside you until you’re stuffed full of me.”
I nodded then shook my head.
His hand dropped from between my thighs.“No?”
“I want you to claim me.”My words came out in a whisper, like I was ashamed of them.I wasn’t.I was desperate for Everett’s claim.
“I want you to bite me.Bond with me.”I ran my hand over the Wilder letters around my neck.I wouldn’t take it off even after Everett’s claim, but I knew that I needed Everett’s mark to feel complete.“Please.”
Everett’s breath shuddered from his lips.Even on his knees he seemed to grow larger, his shoulders broader, his chest puffed.His scent perfumed around us so strongly, the different emotions tinted his syrup scent.Arousal and possession and excitement.All mixed together like the best aphrodisiac.
“You want my claim, Babygirl?”His voice was rough, like he was struggling to speak through his lust.“Then I want you to bite me first.”
