Chapter Eight
The next day, Destiny woke to a text from Parker. “Can I see you tonight?”
Dread hit her stomach, but she figured she might as well get it over with. The sooner she told Parker that she’d chosen Jaxon, the better.
“Sure!” she texted back.
Throughout the day, she would think of one of them or both of them. Thinking of Jaxon brought a flush of heat and a wave of desire. But thinking of Parker brought a deep sadness. It wouldn’t be easy to let him go. But in the end, even if he was an amateur fighter for a living, he never seemed very aggressive to her. She liked that Jaxon came off like the quiet and deadly type. A spark waiting to be ignited. Parker seemed gentler in comparison, and that just wasn’t what she wanted right now. She was the tiniest bit sore after being with Jaxon. He was so big, it was no wonder, but she liked the feeling. And she wanted it again.
After work, she drove to where the Tate clan lived. Parker had said Jaxon was out and that he wanted to give her something that was at the house. When she pulled up, he walked out to her car to greet her. Before she even closed the door, he was kissing her. He pressed her back against the car and kissed her hard, then stepped back and grinned.
“Hi,” he said sheepishly.
“Don’t apologize for that.” She was tempted to pull him close and continue their kiss, but then she remembered that she was about to break his heart.
He ran his fingers through his hair. They were covered in flecks of red and black. “Painting gets me a little worked up, and I’ve been painting all day.”
He took her hand and led her to his studio in the basement, where his easels and brushes and paint took over a small table in the corner of the space.
A large easel stood on a stand, covered with a paint-splotched sheet. “You inspired me,” he said and pulled the sheet away.
There on the easel was a portrait of her. He’d captured her likeness beautifully and in this painting, she was dancing in the moonlight, catching stars with one hand. Her other hand held a knife dripping with star dust as if she had cut the stars from the sky. It was a gorgeous painting. Maybe the most enchanting thing she’d ever seen.
“Wow,” she whispered. “I love it.”
“Good. I want you to have it.”
“No, I can’t take this. It’s too precious.”
“It’s you. It wouldn’t exist without you, and a muse deserves her reward.”
She stared at him in awe. “A muse…”
Was that how he thought of her? And knowing her had inspired this? Her heart shifted and melted. He had created something beautiful for her, because of her.
“This is how I see you,” he said. He touched a finger gently to the painting. “Dancing wherever you desire, taking what you want from life and not letting anything stop you. Not even the night sky can keep you from taking your stars.”
Her eyes widened and she stared at him again, her mouth parted in shock. This was how he saw her?
He pulled his mouth into a slow, one-sided grin, then stepped forward to kiss her. She let out a soft moan of contentment and when she did, Parker pushed her back until she was against the wall. He pressed against her, kissing her harder.
She tore at the back of his shirt, wishing it would fall apart in her hands. The desire and warmth flooded over her. She wrapped a leg around his waist. He held her knee and pressed harder against her, his mouth tearing at her lips.
He was so rough. She didn’t expect this from him, but she liked it. One hand still held her knee, pushing it up, and the other found its way into her pants. He pushed a finger inside her and she moaned in response. He fingered her hard, the slight pain of the day before adding to the pleasure and intensity of the feeling. This aggressive side of him was something she hadn’t seen before and made her hotter.
“Oh, God, Parker,” she said. She couldn’t help it. He slipped a finger into her ass as he pushed a third finger inside her and she came right there, against the wall.
She panted heavily, leaning against him as he withdrew his fingers. He licked one finger and ran his tongue along his lips. “You taste so good. I want to taste more.”
Before she could say anything, he pulled her pants down and off, then pushed her legs apart so that he could suck her clit. His fingers found their way back into her as his tongue flicked around her. The rush of pleasure returned and she cried out as she came again.
She almost collapsed with the feeling of dizziness, but Parker’s strong arms held her. He kissed her again, still holding her against the wall. She heard his zipper open and she was flooded with wetness in her desire. How could she still want him so badly after coming so many times?
He spread her legs wider and thrust inside her in one quick movement. She cried out and groaned as he pushed deeper and deeper. He felt every bit as big as Jaxon had. Were all shifters that huge? Even after coming twice and having all that moisture, she could feel herself stretching to fit him, the delicious tightness of her vagina making every one of his thrusts like a burst of pleasure.
“You like it?” he asked.
“Oh yes,” she said. “Harder.”
He pounded into her fast and hard, then he pulled out of her suddenly and spun her around. He crushed her face into the wall and entered her from behind. He reached his hand around her front and pinched and flicked her clit while pulling a fistful of her hair with the other hand. In seconds, she was coming again, flooding him with her juices.
“Got one more in you?” he asked.
“I don’t think so,” she breathed. She’d never come so many times in her life.
“Let’s find out.”
He pulled out of her slowly and she was confused. Did he want to change position again? Then she felt him part her ass cheeks and rub the tip of his dick against her asshole.
“No,” she whispered. He was far too big to do anal.
“Trust me,” he said.
She gulped. “Okay.”
He rubbed some of her juices all over her, then he pressed softly until the tip of his dick entered her ass.
Her heart sped, anticipating pain, but there was none. He leaned forward as he pushed in deeper. He had returned to her clit and when he pinched her, the sensation in her ass sent waves of intense pleasure through her body. She gulped again.
He pressed into her until her filled her, then moved slowly in and out. She didn’t know if it was the angle or he just did it better than anyone ever had, but it felt more pleasurable than anything had in her life. It took only a few times of him slipping in deeper and backing out slightly before she could feel the orgasm building.
“I’m gonna come,” he said.
He pushed in harder and there was a bit of pain, but it thrummed in her veins and turned to delight. This time, when he pushed inside her deep and pinched her clit at the same time, moaning loudly as he came, she came, too, in the most intense orgasm she’d ever felt in her life.
He slipped out of her and she slid to the floor, unable to stand any longer. He lay beside her, pulling her close and kissing along her neck.
“Thank you,” he said.
She laughed between her panting breaths. “Thank you.” She closed her eyes and tried to make the room stop spinning. “I’ve never… it’s never been…”
“Oh no,” he said, kissing her forehead, “I’ve fucked you silly.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, you did.”
She lay there in his arms for a while, enjoying the feeling of his arms around her before they finally peeled themselves from the floor and dressed.
He pulled her into a hug and kissed her, then just held her close. “Thank you,” he said again. “Thank you for choosing me.”
Her stomach filled with a ball of dread. She hadn’t chosen him, though. She’d chosen Jaxon. She’d come here to end things with Parker. Of course, she never imagined this would happen. And she was considering choosing him. Now she was unsure all over again. All she knew was that she wasn’t ready to decide anything yet.
She backed away from him, taking his hands in hers. “Parker…I’m sorry, I’m just not sure yet.”
“You’re special to me, Destiny. You mean a great deal to me.”
“You mean a lot to me, too—”
“It’s okay baby,” he said, but he looked disappointed.
She bit her lip and the rush of emotion had her close to tears. This was too much for two days. From fighting with Ava and all the shifter discrimination, to almost losing her job, and then Jaxon, and then Parker.
“You need to go,” he said.
She nodded and picked up her purse. She hurried up the stairs without looking back.
The tears started as she made her way through the house. She pushed through the front door, the night sky promising to hide her away in its darkness. She turned toward her car and crashed right into Jaxon.
“Whoa,” he said, catching her before she could fall. “What’s wrong?”
She stood to face him, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Parker.” Her hand flitted toward the door as if she could reach for him.
Jaxon wrapped his arms around her tightly and she started to calm at his touch. Maybe it was Jaxon after all. But that thought sent fresh tears to eyes as she pictured the hurt look on Parker’s face. She didn’t want to hurt either of them.
“Hey, Jax.”
Destiny stiffened at the sound of Parker’s voice.
“I was coming to check on Destiny, but I guess I didn’t have to.”
“Park,” Jaxon said. “She was crying, man. Come on.”
Jaxon took her hand. “Come back inside.”
They led her back inside the house and she tried to wipe her tears the best she could.
“So, here’s the thing, Park,” Jaxon said. “We both know the deal. No one was exclusive. Neither of us bothered to ask if she was dating anyone else, and you were dating someone else when you first met her.”
Destiny looked at Parker. “You were?”
“But I ended things after our first date because I only wanted to be with you.”
“Right,” Jaxon continued, “but maybe it wasn’t that clear for her. I mean, I know you’re an amazing guy, I don’t blame her. I’m not sure why she’s still into me, to be honest, but hey.”
Parker rolled his eyes. “Enough of the flattery.”
“I’m serious. Look. We’ve done this before.”
Destiny pulled her eyebrows together. “You’ve both dated the same girl before?”
“Yes,” Parker said.
“Not only dated.”
Destiny looked from Parker to Jaxon. “What do you mean?”
“Have you ever had a threesome?”
“No.”
“We have.” Jaxon lifted one shoulder. “We couldn’t decide who should get her, so we both had her. If we managed to work it out before, I don’t see why we can’t this time.” He raised his eyebrows at Parker as a question.
Destiny looked back to Parker. He met her eyes and asked, “Would you be into that?”
“A threesome? I don’t know. I’ve never done it.”
“We could try it,” Jaxon said.
“So…” Destiny tried to picture this. “I’d date you both, and sleep with you both?”
“Only if you want to,” Parker said.
“It can be really hot,” Jaxon added.
Destiny wasn’t sure how to handle this, but if they were both agreeing, it seemed like maybe it wasn’t the worst idea. If it would give her some time to decide, then why not? And if all three of them were in agreement, was there really any harm in it?
“You’d both want to do this?” she asked.
“For now,” Parker said. “But eventually, you’d have to choose one of us.”
“I want you however I can get you,” Jaxon said. He let his hand fall to her knee, then drift up to her thigh.