Our Other mate

Chapter 11

Phillips POV

***************WARNING THIS CHAPTER HAS SEXUAL CONTENT****************************

As Ella gracefully shifted onto Merrick's lap, her movements were slow and deliberate, as if savoring the anticipation of what was to come. Her lips brushed against his neck with a delicate tenderness, the softest of kisses that sent shivers down Merrick's spine. His head fell back, surrendering to the rapture of the sensation, and I felt an uncontrollable surge of arousal pulse through me. The sight of her, flushed with a mix of shyness and desire, was utterly captivating. Her normally pale complexion was tinged with an enchanting shade of pink, a display of her growing excitement. The air around us thickened with the heady scent of her arousal, a fragrance that seemed to wrap around us, binding us together in a shared, silent understanding.

Merrick's hand trembled slightly as it rested on her thigh, his fingers curling instinctively into the fabric of her dress. Both of us subtly adjusted our pants, the mounting tension between us all almost unbearable with each passing second. Ella reached for the dice that lay on the bedsheet in front of us. She held them out with a mischievous glint in her eyes, her voice teasingly sweet as she asked, "Who's next?" The playfulness in her tone did little to disguise the underlying desire that burned just beneath the surface.

Before I could react, Merrick, with surprising swiftness, took the dice from her hand.

There was a determined glint in his eyes, one that caught both Ella and me off guard. He tossed the dice onto the bed with a flick of his wrist. They rolled with a soft clatter, coming to a stop in front of Ella, who watched them intently. Her gaze shifted from me to Merrick, who leaned in to read the results. The dice showed: SUCK. LIPS. A chuckle escaped my lips, knowing this was to be a monumental moment—their first kiss. The thought of Merrick sharing that intimate connection with Ella, while I watched, stirred a strange mix of emotions within me—excitement, longing, and a hint of jealousy, all rolled into one.

Merrick hesitated for just a fleeting moment, but then he moved with newfound confidence. He gently cupped the back of Ella's neck, his fingers threading through her hair as he drew her closer. Her eyes, usually a soft blue, seemed to flash with an inner light, her Lycan clearly approving of the affection. Merrick began with soft, tentative kisses on her cheek, each one causing her to shiver in response.

The tension between them grew palpable with every small kiss, like a string being pulled tighter and tighter. When he finally reached her lips, they trembled with anticipation, the moment hanging heavy in the air. Merrick paused, his gaze locking with hers in a silent question, before diving into a deep, lust-filled kiss that left no room for doubt.

Ella melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she surrendered to the kiss. A soft moan escaped her lips as Merrick sucked gently on her bottom lip, his hand pressing her body closer to his. Watching them, I felt a mix of excitement and longing, my own arousal heightening as they lost themselves in each other. It was as if the world outside had ceased to exist, leaving only the three of us, tangled together in a web of desire.

When they finally broke apart, Ella's expression was one of awe, still reeling from the passion of Merrick's kiss. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her lips slightly swollen from the intensity of it. She settled between us, a sly smile playing on her lips as she nudged Merrick, signaling that it was now my turn. But Merrick, perhaps overwhelmed by the weight of the moment, looked away, uncertainty evident in his posture. I reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. "It's okay, Merrick. I only want you to kiss me if you truly want to," I whispered, my voice filled with understanding.

To my surprise, Merrick stood up, his movements deliberate as he removed his shirt. The muscles in his back rippled under his skin as he tossed the shirt aside, revealing the sculpted lines of his body. Even from behind, the sheer strength and beauty of his physique were undeniable, a testament to the power that lay within him. The anticipation within me grew unbearable as he approached the bed, each step purposeful, as if he had finally made up his mind. I half-expected him to leave the room, but instead, he stopped beside me, his knee sliding between my legs as he crawled into my arms. I could feel the tremor in his body, the conflict in his mind, but as he leaned down and kissed me, all doubts melted away.