Desired (Two Marks 2)

“I’m good with the guys,” I told Shelby.

She smiled. “Yeah, you are. Have fun, ya’ll.” She gave a little finger wave, then she and Caitlyn faded away, leaving the three of us to our… threesome.

Oh my God, I was going to have a threesome. Except, I didn’t even know how to have a twosome. I wasn’t clueless. I had been to college, lived in a sorority house. I’d used vibrators, but they weren’t the real deal. These guys were.

“Um, guys?” I said. “There’s something you should know.”

Neither man had moved away from me. I was still sandwiched firmly between the two of them, their hands everywhere, their heat engulfing me.

“What is it, beautiful?” Nash asked.

“I’m a virgin.”

7

NASH

Rachel wasn’t the only virgin among us. Oh, I’d had sex before, but never like this. Never with an audience, and never with another guy. No, I wasn’t attracted to Cord, or any male, for that matter. But I’d never had a threesome—at least the kind that it appeared I was going to be in, and which was prevalent within the Two Marks pack: two males and a female. Two males who desired not each other, but the female.

Naked.

Together.

As in: very together.

“How does this work?” Rachel asked as Cord pushed the button on his visor to open his garage door.

Instead of taking her home as first planned, Cord had suggested his house, since it was bigger. I assumed he meant the bed, specifically. Rachel had agreed without taking any time to consider. While she couldn’t scent us, she seemed calm about going home with two men she’d just met. I had no idea what Shelby and the other woman had told her while we’d been holed up with Gibson, but it hadn’t been anti-threesomes. It seemed they’d given her a little pep talk. Either way, she obviously felt the connection even while being human.

She was the virgin, but I was the nervous one. That kiss… fuck me, that kiss had been amazing, but that’s all it was. No matter how much I wanted to strip her bare and put my mouth on every inch of her, she wanted Cord, too.

I’d never been with a female who also wanted someone else. I’d actually never been with a human, either. So she was my first in several ways.

“You mean more than kissing?” Cord asked.

She nodded and her blonde hair slid over her shoulders. With her wedged between us in Cord’s truck, we touched along our sides. For my wolf, it wasn’t enough. My dick was hard, had been since the kiss in Shelby’s front yard. Cord’s words… the idea of more, made me shift in the seat.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice soft in the cab.

Cord had shut the music off as soon as he started the engine. He’d pointed out various things as we came down the mountain. Rachel and I were both new to town. I didn’t pay him much attention. It was all I could do to handle her sweet scent in the closed cab. I had to assume Cord was doing it so he didn’t pull the truck over and fuck her on the side of the road.

I’d planned on rolling out of town on Monday, but the moment I scented Rachel, that plan had changed. It looked like West Springs would be my new home town, so long as Rachel was in it. Although, I had shit to figure out. I had a business. A house. Friends. All of that with a different pack, and in a different state.

Rachel had mentioned she was visiting from out of state too. Where? Who was she visiting? It hadn’t been Cord—at least initially.

A lot of questions, but now wasn’t the time to work through them.

“We’re both going to make you feel good,” I told her. It wasn’t a statement but a vow. “But there’s no pressure. We won’t do anything you’re not ready for. We can kiss all night like we did.”

Her cheeks turned a pretty pink and she looked down at her lap. “I told Cord that I left home because of an overeager boyfriend.”

I stiffened. “Overeager how?” I asked, my voice laced with anger. I was ready to track down this asshole and rip his head from his body. I was overeager, but I’d never touch her without consent. Ever.

She set her hand on my clenched fist, obviously recognizing my fury. “Chester and I were thrown together as a pair since… forever. I went along with it, and that’s my fault. I didn’t think much of it while I was in college because I was away, and he wasn’t around. He lived his life, and I lived mine. Then I graduated and moved back home. He decided it was time to move things along—my parents were in on it—since they had a surprise engagement party. Well, I was the only one who was surprised.”