I shiver, trying to resist the perfection of this moment. But with Emma’s sweet scent in my nose and Carter’s cock poking at my ass, I’m getting so fucking turned on, I can barely hold myself together. This would be an issue at any time, but with less than two days to go until the full moon, my control is fraying.
“Mm,” Emma mumbles, tucking her knees up toward her chest. Then she blinks and opens her eyes.
I see the moment she focuses on me, but instead of freaking out, she smiles. It’s a gorgeous smile, sleepy and soft.
“You’re real,” she murmurs. “I thought it was a dream.”
Troy’s satisfied rumble fills the room, and he wraps himself around her back more fully, molding his big body to her smaller form. She gasps, her eyes flaring wide, but doesn’t retreat. Instead, the unmistakable scent of her arousal perfumes the air.
Carter groans behind me, his hips thrusting subtly forward. He rubs his dick against my ass, and I bite my lip to hold back a gasp.
Emma’s gaze sharpens, and she lifts herself on her elbow to peer at Carter. Her mouth forms a cute little ‘O’ when she sees how his dick is tenting his boxer briefs, then she flushes pink. But she doesn’t look away.
“Um,” she says, “what…?”
She falls silent and lies on her side again, biting her lush bottom lip. Troy slips his hand to her stomach, caressing her slowly. She arches her back ever so slightly, her eyelids flickering.
“Just ask,” I prompt her. “Whatever you’re thinking, we’ll help you understand.”
This is so fucking important. What she’s experiencing must be a shock, completely out of her realm of experience. Humans aren’t exactly well-known for polyamorous relationships these days. And having three werewolves fixated on her, wanting to touch her all the time, will be a lot to take in.
She closes her eyes for a second, then whispers, “What would you do if I wasn’t here?”
I frown, confused by the question. She watches me from under her eyelashes, waiting for my answer, yet I don’t know what she means.
But Carter does. He places a possessive hand on my hip. “You want to know what we’d do if it was just us in this bed, sweetheart?”
Oh!
I grin as she covers her face with her hands.
“Yes?” she squeaks.
Troy hums. “That’s good, Emma. We want you to be curious.”
He moves his palm, following the generous curve of her body from her waist to her ass and back, deliberately slow. Emma’s scent deepens, and Troy groans, his nose at her neck.
“You want to be a part of this?” Something glowing expands in my chest. She’s fuckingperfect. “Right now?”
From behind her hands, Emma gives me the tiniest nod.
“Fuck, yes,” Troy hisses.
I sit up and draw my t-shirt off me with one swift tug. Then I rip off my boxer briefs, not caring that I actually liked that pair. Getting naked for Emma ismuchmore important.
She lowers her hands and stares at me, her eyes going glassy with want. She swallows thickly, then flits her gaze from my face to my shoulders, chest, and finally to my stiff cock.
“Get back here,” Carter demands, hooking his arm around my waist.
I lie on my side and part my thighs for him, waiting patiently. He lubes up his fingers and stretches me out. We’ve done this enough times that he doesn’t need to take long with me before he slicks up his cock and pushes the broad head against my ass.
Emma’s gasp matches mine as Carter’s cock slides inside me. I groan, arching back into his touch, needing more. But he fucks me slowly, with shallow thrusts, not reaching nearly deep enough.
At that moment, Troy slips his hand under Emma’s t-shirt and touches her skin to skin.
She shivers at the touch, then whispers, “Troy.”
Carter’s hips snap forward, and he gives me another inch of his thick cock. My forehead beads with sweat at the intrusion which burns for a moment. Then I relax, letting him inside my body.
