TWENTY-NINE

Billie

"ETHAN, YOU, UH, pretty excited about studying?" I ask in a wry voice while my legs take three steps to his one to keep up with his unusually long gait as he practically drags me across the lawn toward the library.

"Only said I wanted to join you in the library. Studying was never mentioned, love," he answers, his lips ticking up on one side while he glances down at me with an arched brow. My body stills upon hearing his reply, which only leads to me stumbling over my own feet because he's not stopping or slowing down, apparently more than okay with lugging me if needed.

We're at the entrance of the library when Jax joins us from the side, strolling up the handicap ramp. He's looking damn right giddy, rubbing his hands together. He smiles wide and asks, "So, you gonna do it, E?"

I spin my head to Ethan, who's thrown open the door to the library while still towing me along. He's not able to answer Jax's question since his mouth is currently busy trying to gnaw his lip ring off.

Ethan's head swivels around, eyes narrowed, taking note of his surroundings, scrutinizing everyone he sees while never slowing our pace. He continues to pull me with him on our way to the back staircase, with Jax scrambling to catch up. I almost need to run up the stairs to keep tempo with Ethan's pace, which is somehow hurried yet silent. This is where they keep all the reference material and old paper publications students used as cited sources for term papers back before the library upgraded to an online catalog. There are only two tables up here, and we drop our bags at the closest one.

Unsure about what's going on I reach for the back of one of the chairs and begin to slide it out. Ethan steps up behind me. He stills my hand by covering it with his while the other clamps around the nape of my neck. I gasp at the sensation. Goosebumps tingle over my scalp, and heat flushes my face. The hand on my neck guides my head back, arching my upper spine so my chest opens and my head rests just below his shoulder.

His fingers thread through mine on the chair, and he slowly pulls my hand away while bringing his mouth to my ear. "We're not sitting down, love," he tsks, his breath warm and moist, tickling my flesh.

"We're. . ." I falter, distracted by the feeling of his hot tongue lapping my earlobe and his lips closing over the flesh. My eyelids flutter, and I gulp. "We're not?"

His mouth continues to suck, and his tongue continues to lick, trailing down to my neck, while his hand, threaded with mine, sneaks under my hoodie and slips below my joggers and panties. Any shock I may have felt is massaged away by Ethan's skilled fingers on my neck coaxing my head to one side giving his mouth greater access.

"No, we're not," he answers, his voice a little rougher than before. He dips our joined fingers down to the crest of my crease.

"Ethan," I say, though I don't know what I mean. Am I warning him or challenging him? All I know is what I feel between my legs and what he's about to discover should he push further.

I feel the small smile curve his lips against my neck. "You think I don't know, love," he teases before pushing our fingers deeper, feeling them slip between my slick lips. "I could smell you in class," he taunts, moving our fingers back and forth through my slit, making my hips lift in want. "I could feel your heat on my palm as it rested there, just begging me to enter." His hand on my neck trails down my front, massaging my breasts before he wraps his arm securely around my waist. "So, no, we're not staying out here where others could see what is ours." Then we're moving, or Ethan's moving and I'm being dragged backward through the stacks. The last thing I see before we disappear is Jax watching me with a sly smile while finger waving, as if to say tootles.

Ethan

She's wet. Actually, she's soaked.

Confirming what I already knew.

Both of Billie's hands are holding on to my arm banded over her waist, while her feet shuffle across the thinly carpeted floor, trying to stay under her and keep up with my urgent pace. My fingers continue to heighten her arousal, teasingly swirling around her entrance and stretching up to flick her clit. My heart skips several beats with the sounds of her sharp inhales and restrained moans. We keep moving backward until we're exactly where I pictured her to be. Well, actually exactly where Xander pictured her to be.

I flip her around so her back is against the stack, her chest pressed against mine. My back is facing the cinder block wall of the alcove, all while I continue to tease her pussy. With her secured between me and the steel stack, I weave my fingers through her hair, gripping it and wrenching her head back with more force than I intended. But Billie doesn't seem to mind. No. In fact, her eyelids flutter to half-mast, and her mouth opens about to moan or gasp or something, but it never escapes. My mouth covers hers, suffocating and swallowing any sounds she might make.

My cock is beyond rock hard pressed against the front of my worn jeans. The teeth of the zipper bite into my skin as my cock swells with blood, and the little zing of pain only intensifies my desire. I may have been a virgin and kept most of my sexual encounters discreet and away from shifters, but that doesn't mean I'm inexperienced or that I didn't explore my own proclivities before Billie. Because I did. And with our mate becoming bolder and more adventurous, I'm ready to start exploring more with her.

Like exhibitionism. This, what we're doing, is mild, but if Billie's into it—well, we'll just keep progressing.

Knowing we can't take too long, I add another finger and begin thoroughly finger fucking her pussy while pressing the palm of my hand against her clit, rubbing it in circles. My wrist rotates, and my fingers scissor.

Her hips rock back and forth, meeting my thrusts. One of her hands frantically works on unbuttoning my jeans while the other pulls on my arm, urging my fingers deeper inside her. "Aren't you a needy little mate?" I tease on a groan while kissing and nipping my way down to her neck.

The sound of my zipper coming undone rings out sharp against our muffled groans and moans. Billie's hand eagerly encircles my cock, and she tuts with more sass than I expected. "Seems like I'm not the only one."

Then her fingertips ever so lightly circle my tip, spreading my precum over my tender skin. "Fuck," I grunt with renewed urgency, driving my fingers harder into her rapidly swelling channel.

"Oh, HOLY," she moans loudly. Too loudly. And I quickly cover her mouth with mine. We kiss and suck, but Billie needs more. Biting down on the inner part of my lower lip she scrapes her teeth along my sensitive flesh none too gently, pulling and stretching until taking hold of my lip ring. Holding it there, her tongue licks and flicks the ball from side to side. My palm mimics the motion on her clit, while my fingers stab her pussy with the same hard edge of her teeth on my lip.

Billie's body quivers, and her eyes widen. On a gasping inhale, she releases my piercing, and both of her hands grip the front of my sweatshirt, holding on to me like I'm the rock ledge that's keeping her from falling. But hell, do I want her to fall, want her to let go.

Our kisses become my kisses. Her mouth hangs open, and her lips, like relaxed swaths of soft flesh, are for me to suck and nibble on. "You like that don't you, love? You like my fingers in your pussy," I hiss into her mouth. With her full focus where I want it, my fingers and her cunt, her only response is a furrow of her brows and an unchained inhale.

Moving my mouth down her neck, I find Jax's bitemark and begin to lick and suck, tasting the salty sheen of sweat that's forming on her skin with her increased temperature and need. "Ethan," she croaks, and I shorten my thrusts, pressing harder against that rough slash of flesh deep inside her.

She burrows her face into my shoulder, her uneven forced pants warming and dampening the material, "Yes! Fuck yes!" she mumbles, biting down on my sweatshirt, right before her pussy squeezes my fingers, and I soon feel the wet warmth of her orgasm stream down the back side of my hand. Her body tenses and shudders with her release, while her hips and my fingers keep working with each other, milking every last drop and echo of a pulse.

Pulling my fingers out of her, I use my palms to lift her relaxed body up onto the middle shelf that had some sort of sticker on it. I love how she becomes almost boneless after an orgasm, letting me move her, and place as I want without any physical or mental resistance. Reaching down, I remove one of her sneakers and quickly slide her joggers and panties off one leg, before eagerly stepping further between her legs. She's still trying to recover her breath. Her ass is resting on the shelf, and her upper body is draped comfortably over my shoulder. I slip the tip of my cock inside her just enough to stay, then bend one of her knees, hiking her leg and opening her up wide for me. Billie gasps and leans back, making room.

My eyes bulge with the desire to memorize the image of my hard dick easing into her swollen flesh wet and warm with her recent orgasm.

"Holy fuck, Ethan," she huskily hisses, straightening her spine and spreading her arms out in a T-formation, hands pushing against the vertical walls of the bookshelf, keeping her upright as I take all the space she has and more. I can't stop the growl-like moan that pushes pass my lips, teeth nibbling on my lip ring. Once I'm fully seated in her warm flesh, I hold on to one of her hips with one hand, and my other hand moves to her mouth, pushing in the two fingers coated in her juices.

Billie

You bring up the topic of anal play at breakfast with your mates, and they take that as a green light for all their sexual fantasies.

My pussy was still pulsing from my orgasm, highly stimulated and sensitive, when Ethan began pushing his dick inside me. The associated pressure set off an inner alarm, urging me to straighten and lengthen my spine. Must make space. Must make space for him. The coiling pressure builds with every inch he gains. I've got my arms out wide, pressed against the shelf walls, while he continues to push onward, going deeper and deeper. I don't think I'll ever get used to his size. There is not one area inside of me that is not in contact with Ethan's cock, and he's still got more to give.

Once he's fully seated, he takes hold of my hip with one hand and then plunges two of his fingers into my mouth. They're tacky and wet with my orgasm, and I eagerly suck and lick every smear of me off. He starts moving. Long and slow. In and out. I arch my spine and throw my head back, trying to open my chest and my lungs. He's so freakin' deep that I feel like I can't get a full a breath in, and the need for air has me nipping his fingers.

"I'm keeping them in, love," he grunts. "Can't be too loud."

My head snaps forward, and my brows furrow in rebuttal, but Ethan doesn't see my questioning gaze. No. His eyes are fully locked on his dick sawing in and out of me faster and harder and deeper finding his rhythm. The long, forceful thrusts of his cock have me panting through my nose, matching his tempo, hard and fast. The metal shelves begin to quake and creak with the increased vigor of his movement.

Ethan nuzzles his face into my neck. My flesh warms under the harsh breathing of his pants and grunts while shivers lick down my spine from his suckling kisses. His teeth scrape over my sensitive skin before biting down on Jax's mark, causing a jolt of hot desire to zap through me, flooding my core. My hands nearly slip from the sweat forming on my palms.

"Fuck, I love how wet and soft your pussy is," he groans, and my pussy clenches at the compliment. My body is shaking both with the effort of maintaining my current position and from the mounting pressure of my impending orgasm.

Ethan pulls back from my neck, gazing at my face with a gleam in his dark eyes. And then there's a knock on the link, and I'm assaulted with what Ethan is seeing as he fucks me. Several loud thumps echo through the stacks, like someone dropped something, but it's nothing compared to what I'm experiencing through the link. Ethan drops his gaze down, letting me see his dick, wet with my orgasm and arousal, fuck me in these elongated powerful strokes.

"Oh fughhh," I huff out around his fingers and close my eyes, watching us through his. But hell, I'm not just seeing what he sees. I'm also feeling what he feels. With each hard drive into me, I sense what my moist walls feel like around his dick and the sponge-like cushion of my cervix on his tip. Yeah, that feels fuckin' good. Then my own body's sensations lay on top of his. The feeling, the silky hardness of his shaft, our mutual swelling, and building of pressure.

Hot damn! It's too much.

The sounds coming from my mouth are incoherent and strangled as the pressure builds and coils and tightens. Is it mine or is it his? Then, hell, it doesn't freakin' matter, as I completely combust around him, shrieking out my orgasm. So much for being quiet.

His gaze comes to my face, and I open my eyes, seeing him see me, and seeing me through his eyes. This is seriously warping my perception, and it's like my mind is splintering along with my body. I feel his throat constrict when his gaze focuses on his fingers in my mouth and the puffing of my cheeks from my choppy breaths. My lips tremble around his fingers from the moans that are trying to squeak through. His gaze moves to my eyes, and I feel his heart clench, and then mine clenches with his. My eyes are blown, and he zeros in on my left eye, the ice blue in it, before both roll back in my head as my pussy continues clamping around his dick.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous when you come, mate," he gusts out before ending the link and focusing on his dick's imminent release.

My body is jarred by the hammering of his cock, but I manage to open the link and share what I see. Share what I feel.

Ethan's eyes fly open, and I trail my gaze down to his neck, loving the sight of his veins popping out from under his flushed skin, the shaking of his shoulders as his body comes closer and closer to climax. My gaze lifts to his face, those deep, bottomless black eyes blown with desire yet somehow lighter than when we first met, and my chest constricts with how much depth and love he can exude in a look alone.

"Fuck, love," he groans, feeling my feelings for him. I slide my gaze to his mouth, open and slack-jawed. The hollowing of his cheeks and how his tongue darts out to flick and lick his piercing. And damn, do I want to kiss him. He abruptly leans forward and gives me what I want, removing his fingers and letting his lips fill their space, then inserting his fingers back in and dropping his head to my shoulder. His rhythmic pounding becomes fitful and unhinged. The bottom of the bookshelf thumps against the floor from the force. His teeth dig into my sweatshirt, and soon he's screeching around the fabric, shooting his seed inside me.

I drop the link.

We don't wait around. We've made more noise than appropriate in the library. Ethan slips out of me and reaches into the front pocket of his hoodie, pulling out a small towel. Ethan, always prepared. Squatting down in front of me, he cleans up what he can. He guides my shaky leg back into my panties and joggers and slips my sneaker on. All before taking care of himself. My heart swells with how thoughtful he is. He doesn't clean himself off. He just yanks his jeans up and leaves them unzipped while pushing inside his semihard dick still slick from our mutual pleasure.

We're about to leave the stacks when I look back at the shelf and notice a sticker. Wait, hold up. Is that? Getting a closer look—yup Tinkaton is there with her hammer. A giddy smile sweeps across my face. Well played, Jax, well played. Then Ethan and I casually walk—well, he walks, I stumble—our way out of the stacks.

Emerging into the open area that overlooks the library, I find Jax sitting in one of the chairs turned to face the stacks. He's bent over with his forearms on his thighs, head dipped down and his hands tightly clenched around each other. As soon as he hears us, his head flies up, and he jolts to standing rushing to me.

I'm still in my postsex fog, body languid and legs rubbery, so I don't really understand or have a chance to prevent what's about to happen. And I'm pretty much tackled by Jax. With hands gripped around my rib cage, he pushes me back until I'm slammed up against the wall next to the elevator. "Ja—" is all I can eke out before his lips are crashing down on mine and his hands scoop under the back of my thighs, lifting me up. My legs instinctively band around his waist, ankles hooking behind him. His hips pivot upward so he's pressing his hard cock against my still-sensitive flesh. I open what I can for him, letting him use my body to release some of this pent-up sexual energy he's been holding on to.

I know, I'm really taking one for the team.

Tilting his head to the side, he sucks my lips into his mouth like I'm sustenance for his starving soul, slurping up our wet, messy kisses. He yanks his mouth away so fast that mine is left kissing the air, opening and closing like a goldfish. I open my eyes and look up at him in confusion with creased brows and swollen, parted lips that are still tingling.

Jax's tongue peaks out between his lips before he drags his teeth over his bottom one. With eyes full of mirth, he teases, "I hope you realize what Ethan's started, yea." Jax spins his head around to gaze over his shoulder at Ethan, and my eyes follow.

Ethan finishes buttoning the top of his jeans and leans back against the wooden library table. Crossing his ankles and folding his arms over his chest, he cocks his head to the side and meets Jax's gaze with a quirk of his lips and a dip of his chin.

"Game on." Jax chuckles, giving my thighs a squeeze.

Understanding dawns on me, and I cover my shocked open mouth with one hand, mumbling, "Oh shite."

Jax turns back to me. Kissing my cheek he says, "Good thing you like games, B, because that was the hottest link image I've seen." Giving me a sly grin he adds, "Yet." He releases his hold, and my feet drop down onto the carpeted floor. I lean against the cool cement wall, knowing full well it's the only thing holding me up. Jax throws his bag over his shoulder and says, "I've got class. Love you both."

"Love you, Jax," both Ethan and I respond, and the air around us stills as the three of us stare at each other. That's never happened before. Us saying I love you like this. My fox hums through my chest in happiness, representing our feelings. Connecting to Ethan and Jax, I feel their wolves are having the same response.

Jax is at the top of the stairs when he stops short and blurts, "Shit. Check your phones. Xander has a meeting with his dad's lawyer and some other pack members tonight at the lawyer's office. He'd like at least one of us to go, and if possible"—lifting his gaze to Ethan, he raises his brows— "contact your lawyer. See if he could represent Xander, and have him contact Kubrick for any documentation ahead of time."

Ethan pulls his phone from his jeans pocket and jerks a nod. "Of course. I'll also give him Xander's contact info so they can correspond ahead of time. Do you know when?"

"Meeting is at five thirty, so we'd have to leave right after soccer practice," Jax replies.

"We should all go," I state, and both of them nod. At the mention of Xander, I look at the time and whisper, "He's in class, isn't he?"

Keeping his head down and fingers typing on his phone, Ethan glances up at me through his long lashes and smirks. "Yeah, he is and has been since we got here."

"Cruel, E," Jax chides while cackling his way down the stairs like he thinks it's anything but cruel.