“Will you let me make you feel good, honey?” Troy mumbles into Emma’s hair. “I want to make you come.”
She pauses for the shortest moment, then dips her chin down in a nod. “Yes. Please.”
With a groan, Troy reaches up and cups her tits under the t-shirt. Even though I gave Emma my softest, most comfortable t-shirt, I hate it so much right now because it obscures her beautiful body from me. But this isn’t about me—it’s about her being comfortable around us, about her pleasure.
Then Carter fits himself inside me, nudging at my prostate, and I realize it’s about my pleasure, too.Ourpleasure.
Troy tugs on Emma’s nipples, and she lets out a breathy little moan that has my cock leaking precum all over the fresh sheets. Then he changes direction and plunges his hand below the waist of her boxers to touch her wet pussy.
I know it’s wet even if I can’t see it because the scent of it is so fucking potent, I’m about to blow without even touching my cock.
Emma snaps her eyes open. She gazes down at my dick, then inches out her hand. “May I?”
“Yes,” I groan. “Fuck, yes, please, baby.”
Her fingers brush over the length of my erection, and I shout out in pleasure.
Behind me, Carter lets out a feral snarl, his breath hot on my neck. He fucks me harder. “You’re squeezing me so tight, Seb.”
Troy moves his hand faster, his fingers working Emma’s clit. She gasps and wraps her hand around my cock as if she needs something to hold on to. It’s so fucking good, I don’t know how I’ll last, but I want to see her come apart first, disheveled and beautiful in our bed, so I grit my teeth and let my body relax under her and Carter’s care.
“Let me taste her,” I demand, throwing Troy a desperate glance. “I need to taste her.”
I don’t know why I just said that, because it definitely won’t help me cling to my fucking sanity, but before I can withdrawmy request, Troy slips his fingers from Emma’s pussy and offers them to me.
“No, wait,” Carter gasps behind me, his body stilling, his cock buried deep in my ass.
But it’s too late. I suck Troy’s fingers into my mouth, and the rich, decadent taste of Emma’s arousal explodes over my tongue.
And I understand Carter’s sudden warning, because I’m changing, my fangs punching out, my body growing larger.
Emma’s eyes widen, and I know I’ve fucked up.
So badly.
Her grip tightens on my cock, probably a nervous twitch of her fingers, but with her taste in my mouth, her hand on my dick, and the exquisite pressure of Carter deep in my ass, I can’t hold on anymore.
The most intense orgasm I’ve ever had slams into me, and I know I’ve fucked up.
And my mates may never forgive me.
Chapter
Seven
EMMA
Sebastian’s beautiful, strong body bows from pleasure, his thick cock pumping out long ropes of cum that splash over my hand and the sheets. There’s so much of it, sticky, warm cum that has my pussy clenching with sudden want.
But that’s not the biggest surprise of this moment. Sebastian hasshifted, his body going from human to that half-werewolf form he showed me last night. The tendons stand out in his neck, and his shoulders and chest sprout fur, his muscles bulking up.
And his cock…
It swells in my hand, growing even thicker and longer. Surprised, I clench my fist around it, and he growls, his hips snapping forward. Unable to stop myself, I glance down at it and gape at its changed shape, especially at the bulge at the bottom, a swell of tissue that would…what? Get lodged inside me if he fucked me? His balls are drawn up tight beneath it. Sebastian’s legs have grown furrier, too, coarse hair covering his skin like on his back.
I’m about to freak out a little—I didn’t expect this—but Troy chooses that moment to bring his fingers back to my throbbingclit, and all my thoughts fly out the window. He rolls it around with just enough pressure to send my senses spinning, and it’s over within seconds. I’m too turned on by Sebastian’s pleasure, too overwhelmed by the presence of three hot guys in this bed to hold back my climax. It hits me hard, and I curl into a ball, clenching my thighs to keep Troy’s hand right where I need it.
Pleasure pulses through me in waves, and I cry out, turning my face into the pillow to muffle the sound.
