“Fuck,” Carter snarls, and then he’s coming, too, rocking his hips hard into Sebastian’s, his teeth bared in a grimace of ecstasy.
For a long moment, it’s only our sawing breaths that disturb the sudden silence. Sebastian huffs out a long breath, then winces slightly as Carter slips out of him.
I’m about to speak because the longer the silence stretches, the weirder it gets, but something warm and raspy touches my neck.
Troy licks a long line from my shoulder to the spot just below my ear and growls, “You’re so perfect, Emma.”
His praise lights up some needy, unknown part of me, and I flush—which is ridiculous, because I’ve just jerked off an actual werewolf while another made me come so hard, I saw stars. But apparently it’s sweet words I crave all the more.
“Thanks,” I whisper.
Sebastian lifts his hand, then hesitates as if he’s not sure I want to be touched. His claws are out, the back of his hand furry, andyeah, it’s strange. But I haven’t felt this content in forever. And it’s not only the post-orgasmic bliss talking, it’s not. A deep sense of peace settles inside my chest.
I reach out and put my hand on top of Sebastian’s, then bring both to my face so his big palm cups my cheek. He lets out a shuddering sigh and leans forward until our foreheads touch, then slowly, so fucking slowly brings his mouth to mine.
It’s just a brush of his warm lips, then a hint of his tongue, there and gone again the next moment. The taste of him is exquisite. It’s barely a kiss, but the gentleness of it pierces right through to my heart.
He’s a monster, yet I’ve never been kissed this softly before.
We break apart, and I smile at Sebastian. “Are you trying not to freak me out?”
His grin is quick and a little sheepish. “I’ve never kissed anyone who doesn’t have advanced healing powers,” he admits. “Not with my fangs out.”
“Ah. Thanks,” I say. “Very considerate of you.”
Carter snorts from behind Sebastian’s back, and I giggle, marveling at this strange situation. Now that I’ve come down from my blissful high, I become aware of the sticky, cooling cum coating my hand—and now Sebastian’s. The sheets between us are a mess. But Troy is still gently stroking my belly, moving his warm hand against my bare skin.
I roll to my back and finally face the man who brought me to this spectacular orgasm. He’s watching me with wary eyes, his jaw clenched tight.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “That was amazing.”
He gives me a jerky nod. It occurs to me that he’s the only one in this bed who hasn’t had a chance to finish this morning. I glance down between us, but his bottom half is still under the blanket, hidden from my view.
Troy follows my gaze, then looks up at me and quirks up a corner of his mouth. He rubs his cheek against mine in an affectionate gesture, then jumps out of bed and drags on a pair of jeans, his back to us.
“I’ll get started on the breakfast,” he announces. “And get the fire going. You keep her in bed until the house is warm, all right?”
“Yep,” Sebastian calls after Troy’s retreating form.
I turn back to Sebastian and Carter, who drags a blanket over all three of us and snuggles back in.
“Hey,” I murmur, “did Troy— I mean, whydidn’tTroy…?”
I don’t know how exactly to finish the sentence. Why didn’t Troy make himself come? Why didn’t he demand I reciprocate what he did for me? Why didn’t he take his turn?
Sebastian’s unhappy sigh feathers over my skin. “He’s…” He half rolls to his back to peer at Carter’s face. “How do I explain this?” he asks him.
Carter strokes his cheek gently with the backs of his fingers. “You don’t. He’ll show her when he’s ready.”
I lift my eyebrows, my curiosity piqued.
“But the full moon—” Sebastian insists, but Carter only shakes his head, and the youngest of the three werewolves falls silent.
The full moonwhat?
From the way Carter clenches his jaw, I know I won’t get any more answers from them, not now anyway. Determined to corner Sebastian later, because I suspect he’ll tell me everything if I get him alone, I scoot from the bed and lift my still-sticky hand as an explanation for where I’m going. Once in the bathroom, I wash myself, then focus my gaze on the picture in the mirror. Apart from the messy hair, what I notice most are my eyes, shining brighter than I remember.
Clearly, orgasms agree with me. So…am I crazy for wanting more?
