Dead Luna
Chapter 49

Amelia's

POV

The first thing I see the next morning are Derricks beautiful chocolate brown eyes regarding me with warmth as well as concern. What. The. Actual. HECK?

"Good morning, gorgeous!" He says softly, so I know this isn't some hallucination. "How do you feel?"

The real question is, what do I feel? It's very early in the morning from my estimation, and I have a nasty headache, but something about this situation feels off. Like my panties, for starters. And it feels as if I'm surrounded by more than just Derrick in this bed. A quick mental calculation of everything touching my nearly naked body counts far too many hands, legs, and erect c***s for one werewolf. Damn all males and their morning wood!

"I apologize for giving you too much champagne last night, apparently." Derrick says with sincerity, and kisses me on the forehead. "I only intended to loosen us up a bit, not get you to the point of passed out drunk." "Ok." I say softly.

"Do you need any water, or aspirin?" Derrick asks kindly.

"Both, please!"

The hand that I had been pretending wasn't placed in directly front of my v****a and freaking me out was moving, the large body behind me shifting, then helping me to sit up, and then handing me the glass of water and painkillers. Jackson. I believe him and I need to have a little chat about boundaries, going forward.

"I promise nothing happened last night that you didn't consent to." Derrick informs me. "Jackson said that you'd be ok with all this, since this is how he and Leo took care of you the last time you drank too much champagne."

"I see." I say, but I don't see at all. I don't recall what all I consented to. My memory is fuzzy, and I recall flashes of relaxing in the hot springs, feeding each other while I sat naked on his lap, and drinking champagne. The last thing I recall was being in the hot springs and feeling too hot, so I got out and lay down on the blanket with my arms and legs spread wide to cool down quicker. Then nothing. Nothing about how I got here. Nothing about whatever happened in this bed. Only the surety that if things had gone beyond my established boundaries, I would probably be feeling some soreness down there, which was blessedly absent.

Jackson heads into the restroom, and Derrick gives me a long, lingering kiss. "How about we continue where we left off last night? I was disappointed that you fell asleep before I could do everything I promised to do..."

"You'll have to refresh my memory, as it's a bit fuzzy. Where did we leave off exactly?"

Derrick gives me his sexiest devilish grin, "how about I show you?"

He removes the blankets, and tells me about how he had placed bits of food on my body, kissing me in demonstration, and heading down towards my v****a. It felt amazing, and I was very tempted to let him continue. But I knew where this was headed, and it wouldn't be fair to Craig or Leo if I chose one of them. Particularly if I ended up pregnant. I had to end this, even though I definitely wanted it. I could feel the moisture of my arousal building in preparation for sexy time. "No."

Derrick lets out a sound of frustration, lays his head down on my mid section, and wraps his arms around me.

"Why?" He asks, sounding disappointed. "I know you're aroused already, you smell so wonderful and ready for me. I just want you to know how good I can make you feel. I promise you, it'll be amazing!"

"I know it would be, but you and I both know that it would lead to more. And that wouldn't be fair to anyone if I chose someone else."

"Then don't choose someone else!" Derrick growls in frustration. "Harry and I saved your life! Not Craig Armstrong. And Leo, well, he obviously didn't appreciate you enough or he wouldn't have rejected you in the first place. I can take better care of you and love you better than either of them! And I'll take care of your mom, too. Because I want you so badly!"

"So I don't care if we take things too far. I don't care if you get pregnant right here, right now. I would even mark you right this minute if you'd let me. Because as far as I'm concerned, they don't deserve you."

"That may all be true, but thats not your decision to make, is it?" I remind him.

Derrick roars in frustration, then he gets out of the bed and kicks Jackson out of the bathroom, who returns to the alpha suite with his teeth half brushed, as well as still naked. He looks around the suite for someplace to spit, eventually heading to the balcony and spitting over the edge. Then he was grabbing a pile of clothes off the floor and getting partially dressed, but using his shirt as a sort of towel to wipe the toothpaste from his mouth. Then he hands me my clothes.

"How's the headache?" Jackson asks after he has himself situated.

"He's in the bathroom, and seems a bit frustrated with me this morning." I respond dryly, as I start getting dressed.

Jackson laughs. "You know, it's not too late to chose me as your mate!"

"I heard that!" Derricks muffled voice came from the bathroom and we both laugh.

"Oh, if only life could be that simple," I tell him, shaking my head. "I've always considered you more like an annoying older brother than a possible mate."

"You two behave, now!" Derrick says as he heads straight out of the bathroom and out for morning training, grumbling about how he was running late.

I was putting on my socks when I felt it. Jackson was standing directly behind me, his hands placed on my hips, and I could feel his erect p***s pressing against my a*s thru the thin fabric of the clothing we wore. I stood up slowly, and Jackson wraps his arms around my waist. I lean into him, and he whispers softly in my ear.

"I don't exactly think of you as a sister."

Oh my goddess, what is happening here? This should feel wrong, but it doesn't. And I'm curious to see how far Jackson will take this before I ask him to stop.

"I think I might know a couple things about you, that even you don't know." Jackson tells me, sounding suspiciously smug. I turn around in his arms.

"Like what?" I ask. "The only thing I'm curious about right this minute is why you have your own toothbrush in the alpha suite bathroom?"

"Like who your father is, for starters." He says ignoring my silly inquiry, and I gasp out loud. "What would you be willing to do to replace out the truth?"

I gape at him, completely surprised by this side of Jackson that I had never seen before.

"How would you have information like that?" I ask, skeptical of all this. "And what else do you supposedly know about me?"

"It was easy to replace out. The information is all there on the form your mother filled out when she transferred to this pack. Part of my job as pack Beta is to update computer records and add old paperwork into the system. So I know a couple things about you, like Hearst isn't even your real last name, it's your moms maiden name and she was originally from the Willamette pack. The same one we are headed to Monday morning. Your mom is alpha blooded, she's a cousin to the current alpha there." Ok. This is a lot, and I'm not sure what to say. But Jackson isn't done.

"I also know something else about you, after sleeping all night with you wrapped up so snug in my arms. And you're lucky I was here so Derrick couldn't suspect anything. My scent is probably all over you, keeping your little secret safe for the moment." "My secret?" I ask, starting to feel alarmed. And hopefully it isn't what I'm starting to suspect. It can't be.

"I couldn't scent any difference yesterday. It was probably too soon. But this morning you smell different. It's very subtle, but I'm pretty sure it's there. I could smell it on my hand."

"Speaking of that hand, what the heck was it doing in that spot at all?" I ask, laying into him about that. I sit down on the edge of the bed, feeling overwhelmed about what Jackson was implying. "Oh, never mind! It can't be true, I haven't even had s*x in 3 years!" "May I check to be sure?"

I give him a disgusted look. He seems to be enjoying this way too much. But I pull down the shorts that I had only just put on, and lay back in the bed with my feet planted on the floor. I open my legs and give him permission to check.

Jackson removes his clothes again and shifts into his wolf Sky, then gets in close to my v****a, sniffing around. It kinda tickles, and I laugh. Then he uses his tongue to taste me down there, which feels surprisingly gentle and weirdly enjoyable. He doesn't seem satisfied with what he replaces, so he puts his paws on the bed to either side of my legs and gets in super close, then sticks his tongue inside as deep as it goes. Holy heck!

"Is this necessary?" I say, as the intrusive invasion of Sky's tongue was making me more aroused than when I woke this morning surrounded by sexy werewolf pheromones. Which I wouldn't ever admit to, but I secretly had fantasies about. Sky climbs onto the bed next to me, before shifting back and wrapping his arms around me. "Congratulations, mama."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

What the hell, girlfriend? You knock me out with that champagne s**t, and when I finally come to, you've got Sky sniffing about and licking our hooha, and claiming we be knocked up! Let me just check out what's really going on down there...