Can you die from boredom? Surely someone could, if not in body then certainly in mind with no real occupation to pass the hours.
I miss being on the move, miss having the stars above me as the only constant in my routine, and yet even they change night to night.
Of course, there are also things about our current arrangement I do find enjoyable—the comfortable bed waiting for me at the end of the day ranking high on that list, especially given its occupants. Still…I struggle with being idle in my own destiny. With waiting on someone else to determine what course I should take when I have grown so used to plotting it myself.
I want to take Cora to those places she finds on our maps, her fingers following the paths Aiden and I lay out for her on the kitchen table as we talk about a future, the crisscrossing and uneven lines cutting through a world that had been kept from her for far too long.
Aiden thinks we should wait the winter out. See if time might heal all wounds.
I think we should go to Preston. Finish what we didn’t start.
And Cora, well…our little bird is currently refusing to take sides, offering herself up instead as neutral ground that will hear both arguments but give no judgment.
How adept she’s already become at handling us both, I think with a grin, my gaze drifting over the rise and fall of her body beneath the quilt as she slumbers past her usual hour this morning. And I wonder what dream has her so under its spell, while at the same time wondering how I might best eclipse it.
At least for now, I decide to hang Aiden’sborrowedlength of rope around one of the bottom bedposts, even if I’m certain that she wouldn’t object to being woken up bound. Her wrists tied to the headboard and her legs parted by Aiden’s broad shoulders as he sates himself on her cunt before she’s even opened her eyes.
Always does wake hungry, our wolf, and the fact that he had kept that hunger at bay this morning makes me think he has something on his mind. Something he’s currently turning over out there in the trees and the quiet.
I had been able to taste it on him though. That hunger. Had felt it in the restrained flex of his muscle beneath my hands and in the impatient scrape of his stubbled jaw against mine. All of it an assurance that when Aiden does return, he might just be starving, and how neglectful would it be of me not to have something prepared?
With that thought burning away at me, I crawl into bed with Cora, carefully navigating over her sprawled-out form. I’m astounded that three bodies have managed to fit night after night in this space, given the way she is currently laying claim to it, on her stomach with one arm beneath her pillow and the other extending out to unconsciously seek Aiden and me.
Confident that I will be able to keep her warm on my own, I kneel over the backs of her thighs before I gently tug the quilt down from where I had pulled it over her before slipping from bed, following after Aiden who had woken her up just enough to kiss her goodbye but who had stayed sitting on the edge of the bed until she’d fallen back asleep against me.
“Gorgeous girl,” I murmur as I slowly bare her soft skin, leaning forward and bracing myself over her so that my lips can play across her shoulder blades, her upper back, her cheek. She lets out a pleased sigh as I do it, though her eyes remain closed. I press a soft lingering kiss just below her hairline at the nape of her neck, feeling a profound satisfaction settling deep in my chest when she smiles.
“Good morning, Cy,” she murmurs, her eyes fluttering open only once she’s turned over onto her back beneath me. Not a shred of modesty to be found in her half-hooded gaze as she watches me look her over. “Are you coming back to bed?”
“I am, though I must confess not to sleep,” I tell her, chuckling at her widening smile before I bend my head to kiss her until she’s arching into me. Right now, my pace is kept slow, as if I have all the time in the world, and…I guess I do. “Can I have you for a while, little bird?”
She nods, too busy seeking my mouth back on hers to waste her breath on speech. Her hands span over my marked chest before skimming lower, sweeping up over my hips before dipping to seek the heavy weight of my cock where it rests against her abdomen.
“Patience, wild one.” My hand captures her wrists before she can get to what she wants, guiding her arms above her head and keeping them there. I raise a brow at her when she narrows her eyes at me, her lower lip pouting. “What a terrible fiend we’ve created,” I murmur to her, lowering my mouth to the valley between her breasts. “You are always so eager for it now, aren’t you, Cora?”
“You…” She gasps as I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck. “As if you and Aiden aren’t—fuck—aren’t the same way.”
“Never said we weren’t,” I say, grinning, as I slide my free hand down between our bodies, feeling how slick she already is while she moans. “That’s why you’re so perfect for us, little bird. And why we’re so perfect for you and your needy little cunt. Even let you fall asleep last night with my cock still hard inside you, and here you are again, aching for it.”
“Mmm.” She smiles dreamily as I touch her. “That was nice. Although it would benicerif you’d also…”
“You know we can’t, little bird,” I tell her, some of the lightness falling from my tone due to my own regret. “If we got you pregnant… It’s too much to risk right now. Aiden’s right.”
“I know,” she says, sighing. Her gaze turns sly, her body arching and her long legs brushing my waist as I keep myself braced over her. “But think of how good it would feel. Think ofhow—”
My mouth lands back on hers, cutting off whatever she was about to say, because the truth is I’ve already thought about it.
“You think I don’t want it, Cora? You think I wouldn’t love to see you fucked full of me? Of Aiden? When the time comes…”
“Both,” she suggests, making it sound innocent even as she continues. “I’ll have you both. So you can feel him while you fuck me. So you can—”
I groan at the thought of her taking both of us at the same time, the hand I’d been teasing her with between her legs flying up to cover her mouth to stop her again. “What happened to that shy little thing that blushed and used to say my talk wasindecent? If she could only see you now,” I pretend to scold, feeling her smile against my palm. I grin back at her. “You’re becoming downright dangerous to have around, little bird, you know that? How am I meant to focus on anything else now?”
“You crawled back into my bed, Cy,” she reminds me when I pull my hand away.
“Ah,yourbed is it?”
She nods, and as fetching as she looks in it, it’s hard to argue with her. Not that I am interested in doing so at this moment.