“Can I touch you?” I blurt.
She gazes up at me, her gorgeous brown eyes wide. “Yes,” she breathes. “Can I touch you?”
I grin at her question. “Yeah, baby. You can touch me anywhere.” I tip her back lightly and brush my nose against hers. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Okay.” She grins back. “That sounds like a good place to?—”
I press my lips to hers, groaning at the addictive touch. Emma returns the kiss, then slides her hand to the back of my neck and digs her fingers into my hair. I gasp, shuddering at the wonderful sensation, and Emma takes the opportunity to tease my tongue with hers, a light flick that shows her curiosity. I take the reins from her and deepen the kiss, tasting her fully.
At Troy’s rumbling growl, I rear back and flick a glance in his direction. He’s staring at us hungrily, his eyes glowing golden. For a moment, I think he’s jealous of me, but he palms his cock through his sweatpants, adjusting himself, and I realize he’s just turned on by watching the two of us together.
“See, baby?” I murmur in Emma’s ear. “Troy likes what we’re doing. Carter does, too, but he won’t admit it yet. He wants your pussy for himself, but I think we should make him wait.”
Emma squirms in my lap, looking from one to the other. “Is it weird I like that you two are watching us?”
“No, sweetheart,” Carter rasps. “You’re with your mates now. Nothing that makes you feel good is weird.”
He puts one hand on my knee and squeezes, his fingernails already shifted to claws. The small pinch of pain has me arching my back, and I’m too fucking close to shifting again.
“Carter,” I gasp. “Tell me to stay human. I need to be inside her, but she’s not ready for my wolf cock yet.”
His eyebrows draw together. “You can control yourself.”
“Please,” I beg.
Emma swings her gaze up to me. “If you’re not comfortable…”
She goes as if to move away from me, but I tighten my hold on her. “No, Emma. I just want to make sure you come at least once before we try anything new. You need to be wet and slick to take me.” I nuzzle my nose in her hair. “You saw Troy’s cock. He’s the thickest of us three, but Carter’s the largest, so it makes sense for you to try my cock first.”
Her arousal blooms, scenting the air, and I love that I can read her body’s reactions so easily. She’s blushing, her face pink all over, the redness disappearing under the collar of her t-shirt. I want to see her tits, too. I bet they’re just as flushed.
“Sebastian has a point,” Troy rumbles. “Carter, this isn’t wrong.”
A frown line appears between Emma’s eyebrows. “Why would it be wrong?”
I put my hand over Carter’s, squeezing his fingers. “Our alpha won’t use his commands when we’re having sex,” I explain. “It’s a consent thing.”
“It’s important,” Carter barks. “You know full well how much damage alphas with no morals can do to their pack.”
He doesn’t glance at Troy, but the meaning is clear. He doesn’t want to be anything like the bastard who used to lead the pack that Troy belonged to when he was younger.
I grit my teeth, all my muscles tense. “I get it, but if you don’t do this, I can’t fuck Emma right now.” I glower at him, barely holding back my shift. “I’m giving you my permission to compel me.”
He shivers, his fingers twitching under mine.
Then Troy leans in and takes our alpha’s chin in his big palm. “Carter, it’s okay. You’re nothing like him. I trust you. We trust you. You’d never abuse your power.”
Finally, Carter lifts his gaze to me. He calmed me down earlier, but it didn’t last long, not with Emma sitting right here in my lap.
“Don’t shift,” he growls, the two words vibrating with his alpha command.
The effect is immediate. The itch under my skin lessens, my gums no longer ache with the need to morph my teeth into razor-sharp fangs, and I breathe more easily, the tension bleeding from my body.
All that remains is anticipation and pure, liquid lust.
“Thank you,” I breathe.
Then I kiss Emma again, toying with her tongue, licking into her mouth until she’s whimpering and clutching my naked shoulders. I slowly skim my hand down her body, and when Icover her pussy through her boxer briefs, she rolls her hips up, seeking contact.
