After they leave Victor comes over the bed on my right side where he was before. “You behave while I am gone.”
“What are you talking about? I am going dancing. I hear there is this cool club down the street.” I smile at him.
“Sarcasm will not work on me. It only turns me on more.”
“Really so all those years I was using sarcasm on you, that was what you were thinking.”
“Well, since we were about twelve. Then everything you did turned me on.”
“Now I know you’re lying.” I can’t help but laugh at that one.
Victor leans into me. “Do you really want to test how turned on I am?”
“Not right now, maybe later.” I smile at him.
He lets out the loudest growl I have heard from him yet. “You are pushing me. You know that right?”
“Of course. I have to make you pay for all that time you pushed me away.”
“I already am. I have to share you. Isn’t that enough?”
“Not even close buddy.” I shake my head at him.
Victor smashed his lips into mine. I fight for air. I can hear my heart monitor start going crazy. Then as if Victor hears it too he pulls back. “When you get better, you are in so much trouble.”
“Promises, promises.” I bite my bottom lip. This seems to earn me another growl.
“You just wait.” His cool gray eyes boring into mine. I can feel as though he is challenging me to submit. Only I don’t, in the past this might have worked. But now I was his equal. “I will punish you.”
“Maybe I will punish you.”
“You already are babe. If I had my way you would be in my bed right now and wouldn’t leave for a week.”
He pulled away. “I will see you later Victor.”
“Oh, you better believe you will. I will be kissing you when I get back too. Calm down that heart. I don’t need the nurses running in every time I claim what is mine.”
“Yeah, cause I can control that.”
“I guess we will have an audience then.” He smiles and walks out the door. As soon as the door clicks shut it is opened again. Enter Peter, he has the biggest smile on his face.
“Finally all the riff-raff is out. Now I have you all to myself.”
“Yeah, and what are you going to do about it?” What the hell is wrong with me? One guy to the next?
“Well if you weren’t in that bed I have some ideas.” Peter almost saunters up to me. He ignores the chairs and sits on the bed at my side. “All kidding aside, I need you to be safe ok. Don’t try to get out of bed too soon. I may not know you well, but I know you enough to know that you will push it to get out of here. Don’t for me please.”
“Fine. I know all of you wouldn’t let me live it down if I got out of this bed too soon.”
Peter bends over and puts one of his arms on each of my sides. “I would hug you but I am worried it would hurt.”
“It probably would.” I shrug.
Then he goes all possessive and gets on the bed all the way and puts a leg on each side of me and then has his arms on each side. “Benjamin may be persuasive, but I will have you first.” I roll my eyes at him. “You doubt me.”
“We shall see.” I smirked at him.
He growled and started play nipping my cheeks and chin. I am laughing hysterically. “Stop, it is starting to hurt.” Peter quickly stopped.
“Sorry, I got carried away.”
“It’s ok, I am fine now. The laughing was hurting not the nipping. I just didn’t want it to hurt.”
Peter starts licking up the side of my face. Not weirdly but soft and gentle. Then his lips meet mine. I let out a small moan. It sends Peter into a frenzy. His lips possess mine. Then his hands are running all over my body. I have to let out a hiss when the pain hits.
“Sorry, you need to get better. You drive me crazy.” Peter gets off of me.
“Sorry my almost death is messing with your sex drive.” I roll my eyes at him.
“Not my sex drive, just the garage. I still want you. I just have to remember that you can’t give it to me yet. But you will.” Peter smirks and slips out the door.
I chuckle and sigh. How the hell am I going to be able to handle all three of them? There has to be a better solution. I am not enough of a wolf to handle all three of them. Regardless of what they think. I pray to the goddess that this is not something that will continue. There has to be a solution.