“As our Luna, you are going to need to know everything that we know about governing the pack.” Wyatt sat me down behind his big, imposing desk. “You’ll be expected to attend meetings and summits. If we are ever gone for an extended period of time, you would need to be able to run things in our absence.” I shivered at that. He wasn’t saying the words, exactly, but there was a hidden meaning there. The only extended absence that could possibly require me to take over running the pack would be their deaths.
He was leaning over me, his face close beside mine. I turned my head and looked at him. “Wyatt,” I whispered, “I cannot live without you. Not now.” It frightened me, how attached I was to them. It was like I was carrying them in my blood. If they left me alone for more than a few hours, I was aching for them. I could no longer imagine sleeping in a bed alone. And I found that I didn’t want to live in a world without them.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’re not going anywhere.” He kissed my nose. “But in case we do, you must always stay strong. One day there could be pups who need you...”
I blushed at the mention of children. It was one subject the three of us had never discussed.
He rolled a map out across the desk, and used some books to weigh down the corners. “This is a map of our territory.”
I traced my fingers around the boundary lines. It was a huge territory.
“These shaded areas are neutral areas. We call them no-man's land. We can all move freely in these areas, even hunt there. The danger is that rogues can move through these areas as well.” I leaned forward and studied the map, trying to commit all the details to memory.
“How can you patrol an area so large?”
“Ah well, we have divided it into five sectors, see?” He ran his fingers over the dotted lines. “We are here in the center, with the pack house, and the village. This is sector one. And then here, two, three, four, and five. Our patrols are divided into the sections so that they have less area to manage.”
“I see,” I said, nodding.
“Most of our agricultural projects are in sectors four and five.” He moved his finger across the map. “These are farms, and orchards. We supply most of our own foods, and sell the surpluses.” He took my hand and stroked his thumb over my knuckles, before he gently moved it over the paper, “Sector three is mostly wilderness. We use this a hunting preserve, and for training exercises. The terrain is pretty steep here,” he slid my fingers over the ridge line, as though the map were printed with raised ink and I would actually be able to feel the lines. I was getting distracted, as I was suddenly less aware of the features of the map, and very aware of the man leaning over my shoulder.
“We have other enterprises which help fund the pack, and provide employment opportunities for our people. We own a security firm in town, some real estate properties, and we hold shares in several profitable companies.” He was still talking, but he had moved my hair away from my shoulders. His fingers were tracing my collar bone, moving up my neck to my jaw line.
“Wyatt,” I whispered, “I can’t concentrate...”
“Me neither,” he growled back. “Woman, you have no idea what you do to me.” He turned the chair and lifted me out of it, crushing me against his chest. I buried my nose in his shirt and inhaled the sweet, manly scent of him. He lifted me up, and I locked my legs around his narrow hips. “You are so small," he groaned, his hands on my backside, supporting my weight, and pressing me closer. “I’m afraid of hurting you.”
I twined my arms around his neck. Once, I had been afraid of him. He was so big, so strong, so commanding. But now I trusted him completely. I knew he would never hurt me, not even accidentally. I had never felt so safe in my life. “You can’t hurt me.” I whispered, and headed for the spot in his neck where his pulse was jumping.
He groaned, and arched his head back, giving me better access to his neck. “Byron’s not here. Should I call him?”
I wiggled against him, longing for more contact, more friction. “Does it always have to be three of us? Can’t I also be alone with you? Alone with him, sometimes?” I felt like I was breaking a taboo by asking the question out loud. He groaned, but it was a satisfied sound, as he backed me toward the wall.
“Sweetheart, you can have any of us, any time, any way you want.” My back hit the wall. He pressed me against it, freeing up his hands to start pulling away my clothes. “But the other will always know.” He kissed me behind my ear, down my neck, and sucked lightly on his mark. “Its good though... to love us individually...” He couldn’t figure out how to get my underwear off without putting me down, so he just tore them away. I held myself up on his neck while he pulled down his pants, freeing himself so that he could slide inside me. I was already wet and embarrassingly ready for him.
He hooked his arms under my thighs, angling my hips up so that he could penetrate deeper as he pumped into me, pressing me against the wall, then lifting me slightly so that he could pull out and thrust in again. It was different, because I couldn’t touch him, I had to hang on to his neck and shoulders. I could feel his muscles flexing under my fingers as he controlled everything. Without warning he pulled away from the wall and carried me back to the desk, laying me out over the map we’d just been studying. I had a moment of concern that we would ruin the document, but it was forgotten as soon as his fingers found my sweet spot, and he continued to drive into me. I felt myself climbing, I felt the pleasuring spiraling and tightening. But just before I broke, he pulled out, and turned me over, leaning me over the desk so that my backside was exposed to him.
“Soon, sweetheart, you will take both of us at the same time.” He growled into my ear as he slid into me from behind. I cried out as he slid deeper and rubbed over that spot inside that made me arch with pleasure. He then pressed his thumb against my backside. I felt equal parts pleasure and embarrassment as he applied pressure there.
“I can’t” I gasped.
“You can, my love. There are many ways. You can take one of us in your mouth. One of us from behind... you can even take both of us at once, here-” He thrust into me more slowly to illustrate the point.
“Ah, no!” I squirmed, “You’ll never fit!” But the truth was, I’d been thinking about those possibilities, and as much as they scared me, they excited me as well. And having Wyatt talk about them while he made love to me was only driving me higher. “Wyatt!”
Sensing my need, he grasped my hips in both hands, and drove into me harder and faster, until the floodwaters of pleasure finally broke. He thrust into me a few more times as my body grasped him and milked him, and he finally cried out and poured into me. He stayed there, leaning over me, breathing heavily, his weight braced on his hands, on either side of the desk. “Bella,” he groaned, kissing the back of my neck. “I would do anything for you. I’m yours, forever.”