Chapter Thirty Four-What Belongs to the Alpha

After a few more hours in the emergency department, Logan was released to me. Jacob drove us as I sat in the back with Logan holding me with his good arm.

When we got to his room after returning home, I helped him sit on his bed, then I lifted his legs and pushed them onto the bed. “You’re staying with me, aren’t you?”

I popped off his shoe and tugged off his socks. “Of course.” After I pulled the blanket to his chin, I kissed the tip of his nose. “Do you want me to get you something to eat or drink or some medicine first?”

He was still a little breathless, but the Healer assured me he’d be right as rain tomorrow. There was hardly a wound an Alpha couldn’t recover from. “No, Sweetheart, just you.”

I took off my dress and then climbed in bed beside him and snuggled up against his chest. “You sure I can’t do anything for you?”

His lips met my forehead. “You are. You’re all I need.”

After a few hours of sleep, I got up to use the bathroom then decided to check on my other man next door. As I crept into his room, I knelt down beside him and kissed his cheek, but he caught my wrist as I backed away. “Get in.”

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t turn down that invitation, but I did promise Logan I was his tonight. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” 

The covers pulled back, and he lifted to his elbow. There was a desperation in his voice, and it wasn’t like my Jacob. “Please get in. I need you.”

As I snuggled against him, he pushed me to my back and crawled on top of me. When I’m with Jacob, I often pretend it’s Logan, but I didn’t need to tonight. It was like he was there on top of me the way his mouth claimed mine, and I nearly choked on his tongue. Logan understands my body like an artist molding clay, but tonight, Jacob was the master.

His lips mouthed my ear lobe before his whispered confession.“I was so fucking scared that you were hit when I heard that shot, Tessa. I’d die without you.”

Without his usual kindness and playfulness, Jacob buried his dick inside me and pounded his hips against mine. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy this newfound aggression; that would be a lie. I always thought of Jacob as less of a werewolf because of his sweet nature, but I realized quickly that I was very wrong.

In a single motion, he left my body and flipped me to my belly. His tongue met every deep dark place as he prepared me for what he was about to do. My ass was Logan’s domain, but Jacob took what belonged to his Alpha for once since I met him.

I gasped into the pillow as he pressed inside me. After a few gentle rolls of his hips, his hand wrapped up in my hair, and he pulled me from the bed I sought comfort in.

He took his time enjoying every stroke of my tightness, and I slid my hand down my body and worked at my front. When my body clutched at him, he hissed through his teeth, and something snapped inside my Lycan. Like he finally understood how to tame his wild animal, the back of his hand met my skin, and I came instantly.
He pounded into me without an ounce of mercy between whacks to my ass and yanks on my hair until his seed dripped from my body, and he shivered on top of me.

I knew he needed this; my sweet Jacob was just a man after all. A man who always came second, but not tonight.

Although he was content to be Logan’s second in command in the pack, the way Logan took the lead at home, too, was humiliating at some level. I didn’t mean to make him feel like less in our relationship, but when you’re with two men, someone always gets left out somewhat. It’s not that I cared for Jacob less; it was just different.

I was Logan’s equal, more or less. We were both monsters who’d do anything to come out on top in any situation. I’d fight to the death for him without hesitation. That’s how crazed I was for him and what his bite had done to me. He was mine, and I was his now.

But I can’t share my soul with him, no matter how I want to. His ego is fragile. He can’t handle the truth about what I really am. He just cherry-picks the parts of my history he chooses to see and puts me on a pedestal that’s impossible to balance on.

We both need Jacob. He’s our rock. He’d jump in front of a bus for us both, even though neither of us would do the same for him. He’s the frame of the house of Hexom, and if he ever decided to wash his hands of us, we’d just fall apart.

While Logan could force the trampy witch in me to submit to his massive cock, Jacob could talk the crazy woman in the dark room in my mind to shut the fuck up for a minute. I needed them both to satisfy and comfort me. To keep me from acting on every ridiculous impulse I had. “Where have you been hiding that, Jacob? That was fucking incredible.”

He ran his fingers down my back, and every blade of hair on my body responded. “I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

I shook my head against the mattress. “Don’t be. We both needed that. Tonight was terrifying.”

I could feel his eyes penetrating my body like he might be able to do one of those Jedi mind tricks on me to force me to repeat it. “I need you to know how much I love you, Tess. I would hate for anything to happen, and you not know.”

My hand reached out to him, and I squeezed his fingers in my palm. “I know that, Jacob.”