Page 12 of Red Light, Green Light
My heart soared into my throat. I had never felt so seen before, especially not by women this gorgeous, brilliant, andrightfor me. It was wild.
This is a date, Wynter, not an ogle fest. Ask another question.I reminded myself, forcing myself to focus through the growing fog of the heat, adoration, and Merry’s and Felicity’s constant touches.
When I spoke again, it was so raspy it was almost a whisper. “T-tell me something that you’ve never told anyone in an interview or press release that I wouldn’t know.”
“Hmm,” Merrilee downed her drink as she thought. “Oh, I got one! Neither of us has ever told anyone which member of the Nine made us have our gay awakening.”
Felicity snorted. “Presumptuous of you to assume that it was a member of the Nine—”
“Mine was Clara Holly, Blitzen from the Nine of 2001,” Merrilee stated quickly. “She was hot as fuck, and I wanted to marry hersobad.”
Felicity and I laughed. Then Felicity gave her answer as if it required no explanation. “Tannebaum.”
Merry and I turned to her instantly, our eyes wide and begging for more information.
Felicity simply shrugged. “I didn’t know if I wanted to fuck her or be her, okay? I think it was both, for sure.”
When our laughter died down, Merry and Felicity looked at me expectantly. Merry was the one to ask finally after it was clear I wasn’t going to say anything. “Who was yours, baby?”
“Oh, I’mnotsaying mine.”
“Why not? You have to! We said ours!”
My blush only grew. “Nope. I’m not going to say.”
“Come now, little doe,” Felicity said, stroking my cheek. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I promise we won’t laugh or tease you about it, right, Moose?”
“I swear, baby. Don’t be embarrassed. Nothing could possibly change how we see you.”
I shook my head. Not because I didn’t believe them. I wholeheartedly did. It was a lot to confess and admit. I had had the biggest crush on them for well over a decade. I watched them obsessively and almost religiously from Tryouts to the Draft to the Reindeer Games to now. I knew now it was probably the mating thing starting early. In fact, I was sure of it even though I knew nothing about mates, but it made the most sense.
But now, I had to confess that to them?
The female bartender had just replaced my drink, and I downed it in one go. Then, I stared at the empty glass with the one espresso bean and shaved peppermint floating at the bottom. As if the universe was mocking me, there were two shavings on either side of the bean. I shook my head again before saying at last, “It was you two.”
The music seemed to skip a beat at my revelation.
Felicity’s hand stilled its caresses on my bare arm.
Merrilee’s hand on my shoulder held tight.
I desperately wanted another drink.
No, I needed one.
This was it. This aws where they laughed at you and called you weird. This was where things became just like that first day at Flight School, where you got teased for being a “chimerafreak” because you were half-caribou and half-deer. This was where your heart fell apart right before the Reindeer Games, but you would have to go upstairs to your room with a bottle of whatever the bartender would give you out of pity and drown your sorrows and needy sex away until the big game where you would kick their asses for breaking your heart. But, it woundn’t feel as good as it should because they were supposed to be your mates—
Two fingers suddenly took my chin and pulled me into the best kiss of my life. I knew it was Merrilee as I was enveloped in the smell of pine, citrus, and allspice. Her lips were so soft and caring. I could taste the rosemary, cranberry, vodka, and ginger beer from her drink. Yet, I also tasted her and everything that she was. My tongue explored her mouth, hungry for more, and she moaned. But then Merry pulled back. Our breaths were entangled together, our heaving chests grazing each other. As my eyes fluttered open, Merrilee turned my head for my lips to be taken by Felicity.
Okay,bothof them gave me the best kiss of my life.
Whereas Merry’s kiss was tender, Felicity’s was demanding. Like a brand, her hands held the back of my neck and gripped my thigh like I belonged to her. She wasted no time in commanding me with her lips and tongue. Felicity tasted just as she smelled: hot and spicy. She led with such passion and fervor that all I could do was melt into her andthis. I felt like a white elephant gift being passed between them as they decided who was going to unwrap me first, but I had no preference on who ended up doing it.
Merrilee came up from behind me. She kissed my neck, shoulders, arms, anywhere she could reach before snaking her huge hands around to squeeze my tits through my corset. I could feel how easily they overflowed from her grasp, and theroughness of her hold made me moan into Felicity’s lips. My inner caribou-deer preened, sensing our mates’ attraction to us.
I couldn’t imagine how this looked to an outsider , me sandwiched between these two powerful women. Their hot bodies fed my heat as they celebrated and loved my body. And then, there was the fact that we were in public. We all knew what we were signing up for when we came to the Mixer. As soon as you walked in the door, you could see your fate if you let your control slip for a moment. I wasn’t sure I had any control to begin with. My desire was too wild, too feral to be contained at this point. I could practically feel eyes on me, their gazes a different kind of caress against my hot skin. My pussy ached underneath me, begging to be touched, just like the rest of me.
Felicity parted us ever so briefly, and I watched her nostrils flare. Behind me, Merry’s growl vibrated through me. Then, Felicity said, as if reading my thoughts. “Looks like someone likes to be watched as much as she likes watching, eh, Moose?”
