Page 30 of Unwrapping Chase

I nodded, flushing. “I only want to fuck other people with one of you present.”

I was odd. I loved playing, but I needed one of my… one of them with me. I couldn’t consider either of them my partners because this wasn’t a permanent relationship, as much as I was starting to crave one. However, I didn’t want to fuck a strangeralone. I needed one or both of them right beside me, so I could let go and still be safe as well as happy.

“You will have no problem about that with me,” Tam said, bouncing and then straightening their headband, which was barely hanging on. “I fuck so many people, and Nyx almost never wants to join me.”

“I won’t want to every time, but sometimes,” I said, nodding, “yeah.”

Tam beamed. “Perfect.”

They squished close to me, and Nyx curled his arms around us both. I sighed; this was heaven.

I shared a glance with Tam over Chase’s shoulder, and they had the same expression that I was sure was on my face. Why had that incident in the bathroom scared Chase as much as it had? He’d acted as if he was going to get in trouble, which made no sense. The only time I or Tam would ever get upset about Chase fucking someone else was if he kept it from us or if someone had hurt him. Otherwise, he was free to play to his heart’s content.

My fingers buried in Chase’s brown hair, and I drew Tam even closer, practically smothering the human between us, which he didn’t seem to mind if his happy moan was anything to go by.

There was something that frightened Chase, and that was untenable. I didn’t allow anything to bother Tam, and I couldn’t imagine letting something harm Chase, even if it was coming from his own mind. He needed care; he needed us.

Tam dragged one of their many tentacles over mine, then tucked it beneath the hem of my sweater, and I curled one of my own around theirs.

Once again, I was overcome with the feeling of rightness. We, all of us, belonged right here.

I pressed a kiss to Chase’s temple, eyes closing as I breathed in his scent, then tightened my grip on my coupling.

twelve

Ice skating.

I slid around the rink with ease, gliding on the ice like I was swimming through water. I was pleased they had skates for me. The rental shack had skates for multiple species that didn’t have feet like humans. For me, it was just the blade attached to a flat rectangle with three straps to keep it on my tentacles.

Skating backward, I blew a kiss to my coupling, and he gave me a slight smile. Nyx had refused to join us—I wasn’t shocked—but he looked content enough watching us with a soft smile. Chase hadn’t been exaggerating when he said ice skating wasn’t a skill he possessed. He clung to the side of the rink and scooted along in an entirely awkward fashion. If he held the glass any harder, it was liable to shatter under the pressure.

I kept laughing when I rushed past him, each time amused by his hobbling moves, and Chase would cuss me out, which made me laugh harder. I loved that he was getting more comfortablewith us, as he should be. Our human had nothing to fear now that Nyx and I were here. He was safe, loved, and had nothing left to worry about. His life would be all love, relaxation, and safe adventures that would in no way risk his life, health, or emotions.

After making Chase upset with the adventure in the bathroom, I’d have to be more careful with him and what we did. My delicate pet would need me to directly ask what he was comfortable with. Never again would I be the reason for his hurt.

I raced past him, and Chase flipped me off. He was hilarious! I giggled at the string of swear words that followed me. Too cute! I wondered if I could make him say those filthy words while I or Nyx fucked him? I’d enjoy that, and Nyx might spank him, which I’d also like.

When I was across the ice rink from Chase, I heard a cry. I whipped around to where my mates were, first seeing Nyx on the bench, whole and healthy, but with his mouth hanging open in horror, then to Chase. My hearts crashed together; Chase was on the ice, red blood pooling around him, hand clamped to his leg.

“Chase,” I screamed, and my voice wasn’t alone.

Nyx yelled his name as well and raced inside the rink, heedless of the fact that he didn’t have skates or that he slipped and slid everywhere. We both skidded to Chase, pulling him close. Nyx smoothed a hand over the back of his head while he examined his leg. I kissed Chase and tried to hold him while also remaining close to Nyx without obscuring his view. Instinct burned in my veins to be closer to both of my throupling. I needed both to be in my arms, safe.

“Are you alright?” I demanded, pulling on his wrist to get Chase to release his injured leg so Nyx could inspect the wound thoroughly. We had to make sure that Chase was alright.

Nyx snarled at another skater, a tynea, who’d knocked Chase over and sliced him with their skate. “You need to watch where you’re going.”

The tynea shivered, shedding copious amounts of green hair in their stress. “I didn’t mean to,” they warbled.

Nyx growled, dragging Chase and me closer and onto his lap, and glared at the tynea. Tension amped up in his tentacles and in the way he gripped me and Chase. If I didn’t distract him soon, he was going to attack someone, which honestly made me so happy. I could literally scream or dance or fuck him or all three, because Nyx took care of what was his. And this was as good as him claiming Chase.

But now wasn’t the time. Bloodshed might turn Chase away from us, or at minimum, scare him. Best to have him securely bonded to us before we killed anyone who touched our human.

“Chase is hurt,” I said, holding Nyx’s chin so he focused on me. “We need to get his leg treated, and the staff are coming. He, our human, is the priority, not scaring the tynea. Do you understand?”

With one last growl at the tynea, who would be bald soon if they didn’t stop stress shedding, Nyx lifted Chase with ease, and Chase wrapped one arm around Nyx’s neck while reaching for me with his other. I gripped his hand and kissed his bloodied palm, following them closely, though I did spare a second to shoot the terrified tynea a silent snarl, which made them release a huge shake of green fur.

They were lucky I’d had to keep Nyx under control and wanted to keep Chase unscared of us, or else I would’ve screamed at them until they were utterly hairless. Chase was our little pet, and I refused to allow anything to harm him. I kissed his palm again, licking up the coppery blood that tingled on my tongue, and Chase gave me a strained smile that was more like a wince. He had to be in more pain than he was letting on.