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[ Peter knows the basics, which—as of ten minutes ago, didn’t really involve Embry. Not on Gwen’s side of this strange equation, at least.

She’s convinced she can handle navigating this. She’s not a kid, she’s always managed every adult responsibility handed to her, but there’s something about the close quarters (something about the way Embry is looking up at her from between her legs, the knit of his handsome brow) that tips Gwen close to overwhelm. It used to be just her and Peter, and now it’s her and Peter and Ash and Greer and— ]

Embry. [ On a wavering exhale as his mouth finds her cunt, relief flooding through her with the flush of heat that spreads deeper from each flick of his tongue. Gwen wonders if he can feel her heart beat from there, nervous and embarrassed and so turned on it hurts, her hands moving to his hair for an anchor, gripping a little tighter than she means to. ]

He hasn’t— [ A jerky shake of her head, although she and Ash haven’t exactly talked about Embry within their dynamic. Are you allowed to come feels more complicated than his first question. Gwen’s hips rock upward, seeking the slick heat of his tongue, breathy as she tugs at his hair, ] There aren’t parameters.

[hymen]

[ there aren’t parameters. so maybe it’s that ash hasn’t decided what he wants, which seems unlike him, but then again — ash has never really stepped beyond the confines of their relationship. embry has never known him to want to. he still doesn’t know how he feels about the fact that he does want to, and has. he hasn’t stopped thinking about how ash wants to be fucked, and can’t ask embry to do it. not in the way he really wants.

the fact of it plagues the deepest hooks of his jealousy, pulls and pulls until he’s all bloody and torn up on the inside. and he gets off on that too — having something to be jealous over, to hurt himself on. ash must know that, after all these years. ash hurts him, maybe not altogether intentionally, but there’s a part of him that knows ash likes seeing him like this. and then embry hurts him back. a punishment. a gift. all make-believe and all dead fucking real. ]

He’ll tell you your pleasure belongs to him. Your pain, too. [ through the lace, he sucks her clit like a man starving, his mouth pushing harder against her. his lashes flutter, taking in the sight of her panties soaked with her own wetness and his spit, his eyes glittering darkly with ravenous, possessive need. ] But it doesn’t. Not right now. Right now, it belongs to me.

[ he draws his mouth back just long enough to hook a finger in the wet fabric, pulling it to the side to expose her pink, glistening cunt. his fingertips glide down her silken warmth, stroking her without the barrier of her panties. ]

You’re with me. Not him. [ with a turn of his wrist, he presses a finger inside of her, bringing his mouth back down to suck and lick with renewed urgency. another finger slips inside, curling, searching. ] He hasn’t done this to you. He hasn’t made you feel like this.

[ wrong. existing somewhere between the lines, not dominant or submissive. where he can not only give, but gwen can take. ]