Page 4 of Seven is Swell

“Think she’d be pissed if we gave her catnip?” Jackson asks.

I shift back so he can’t embarrass me, but I’m no less dumb. “My limbs won’t work,” I slur.

I can feel a heavy wave of lust coming from the couch, but it’s not August or Jackson. I lean up on my elbows and tilt my head, watching Adam as he does weird things. “You good, bro?”

“No! You’re fucking naked, Delaney. NAKED! And I just had to watch you…fuck. I’m going to ask all of you to ignore the fact that I’m about to cream my pants.”

An evil thought hits me. “Cory, you said you weren’t leaving until you had my permission, yes?”

They squeak. “Y-yes.”

I start crawling again, feeling Jackson and August’s eyes on my ass. One of them chuckles and says, “You two are fucked.”

“W-what? Why?” Cory is fucking adorable when they’re flustered.

“She wants more.” I send a wink back at a still spent August.

“More? More what? What is she going to do to me?” Adam tries to scramble away but he’s very much unable to move through the back of the couch. Not one of his talents.

I get closer to Adam and all I know in this moment is all the years I’ve spent dreaming about being able to hold him and touch him and kiss him anytime I wanted. I’m imagining all the ridiculous shit we’ve done together and how many hours we’ve spent talking and…just everything. I’m reminded in this sporadic snapshot how important to me he is, how much weight he carries in my life, and it seems absolutely impossible that I’ve never had the chance to explore anything with him.

“What does courting mean to you two?” My voice is still very much a purr, my lioness riding me hard to claim all these hearts. And I don’t mean that in an edible way, for the record.

Cory places a tentative hand on my back in safe territory, and I preen under the way their soft hand feels against my skin. “We want to try and see if we can make you happy,” they say a little shakily. “I w-want Adam to explore things with you while I get t-to know you better, and I w-want to…be someone that gets to hold your hand and hold you and…maybe do other things eventually.”

I drop my head at Cory’s admission, knowing I can’t turn that down. It’s a golden fucking offer. I look to Adam, wanting to know what he wants out of this.

“I…” I can see the warring thoughts through his eyes, feel how badly he wants to look at my bare body, and I actually think that it might be beneficial for me in this moment to wrap a blanket around myself and hide my skin a little bit. Woe is me, I’m an adult after all.

I pull the throw blanket by his hip down and wrap it towel style around me, tucking it in so my arms are free. I kneel in front of Adam and rest my hands on either side of his hips, staring him down because I know he won’t be able to ignore me if I hold eyecontact. It’s a technique that’s worked hundreds of times in the past.

“Just fucking get over here and kiss me already.”

There he is.

I’m not sure if I can fully accept his courting request yet because I’m not entirely sure I trust that he really means this, but I can absolutely kiss him and hold him like I’ve always wanted to.

Cory is still sitting on the couch next to Adam and I use that to my advantage. I sit between them and put my back to Cory’s front, pulling Adam into me so he’s forced to crawl on top of me when he kisses me. Have I mentioned how much I enjoy threesomes?

“You’re shaking,” I tell Adam between kisses.

“I’m kissing you, of course I’m shaking. This is…in some ways it feels really fucking wrong but in all the other ways it feels really fucking right.”

I hook my arm around his neck and shiver when Cory starts brushing his nose against the side of my neck, kissing it softly as their hand traces the line of my hip.

“I should inform you that I’m a bit dick drunk right now, and I don’t trust myself not to outright claim you both when you feel so like mine; so we probably shouldn’t let this go too far…but fuck you feel good between my legs.”

Even with the semi-itchy blanket blocking him from my skin, it’s the shape and width of Adam’s hips that are destroying me right now.

“I should inform you that I know that mark on your arm is mine and I’m going to keep proving myself until I’ve earned the right to call you my mate. I heard that Cory is your mate, too.”

I pull back, becauseno. Who the hell is gossiping? “Cory is my mate? Says who?”

My arm starts to burn, and I realize that Adam just tricked me into saying that phrase out loud so that we’d know for sure. I don’t think the goddess cares if it was stated in question form or not; the point is I said out loud that Cory is my mate and now… my arm is burning with the new mark making its way onto my skin for them. “Motherfucker! How the hell did that count?”

Adam is smiling and trying not to laugh, but there’s also something deeper there, something that tells me this is a big deal to him. “Were you worried I’d try and separate you two?”

Cory reaches around me and lifts my forearm, holding it up so they can see it better. “I wasn’t. I figured things would work out eventually, but seeing this, I don’t know what this feeling inside of me is.”

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