I grin at my alpha, then pepper slow kisses along Emma’s jaw, punctuating my words. “I could stay inside you all day, but I want to see you with Carter and Troy. It’s what we’ve been waiting for all these years. There’s no room for jealousy here.” Itake her chin and turn her face to the side so I can look her in the eyes. “Would you be jealous if Carter wanted to fuck me right now?”
She sighs and relaxes in my arms. “No. But you guys were all in a relationship before I arrived.”
Troy grins, flashing his fangs. “And now you’re here and we get to do it together.”
“Then…yes,” she says. “I want that. All of it.”
Chapter
Thirteen
EMMA
I’m a mess. I’m still sitting on Sebastian’s cock, stretched and wet with both my slickness and his cum. If I wasn’t currently in a house belonging to werewolves who are clearly obsessed with breeding, I’d request a shower, but I don’t think that’s an option. And like I told them—I don’t mind. In fact, Sebastian was right. The idea of Carter—and later Troy—fucking me like this is too intriguing to pass up.
Sebastian takes my hips and squeezes, his fingers indenting my flesh. “Let it be known that I’m making a great sacrifice by pulling out of this perfect pussy.”
Carter snorts. “Yeah, yeah, you’ll get a medal after. Now, hold her for me.”
I try to sit up. “What?”
But Sebastian hooks his hands under my thighs, lifts me from his cock, and leans back on the couch. With how he’s holding my legs up, I fall against his chest, yelping and flailing out my arms.
“Sebastian!” I shriek. “Let me go.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating in his chest. “Do you want us to stop?”
“Ooh,” I groan as he traces his palms over the sensitive skin on the underside of my thighs. “I don’t know. This is too much!”
I try to move, but Troy leans over us and places one big hand on my chest.
“Do you want us to stop, Emma?” he repeats Sebastian’s question, his expression serious.
I let out a sigh and stop squirming. “No, but…”
“Trust us,” Carter says. “Can you do that?”
He’s kneeling between Sebastian’s legs, his sweatpants gone. He’s fully human again—and I can’t help but feel grateful, because I’m not ready to take his monster cock, no matter how much it excites me. If Sebastian is really the least…endowed of the three of them, I’m in for an interesting experience.
Sebastian and Troy hold me still. Carter lines himself up, stroking his impressive erection. He’s beautiful, his body chiseled perfection, his dark eyes burning with heat.
He’s looking at me like I’m the best Christmas present he’s ever received, and it kindles something in my chest, a warm glow of affection that takes this beyond a simple fuck.
We’re building something here, and I want more of it.
He leans over me and kisses the valley between my breasts, the stubble on his chin scratching me lightly. Then he takes my lips and strokes his tongue over mine. The caress is gentle at first, but I return the kiss, sucking on his tongue, and he groans, the sound ragged and almost pained.His cock rubs over my pussy, spreading the messy wetness all around.
Finally, Carter rears back, chest heaving with panting breaths. “Fuck, I’m not even inside you yet, and you’re driving me mad.” He puts two fingers on my swollen clit and rolls it around, sparking sharp pleasure in my core. “You’re dripping, sweetheart.”
My face heats with embarrassment. “That’s all Sebastian’s fault.”
“Damn right,” the youngest man purrs in my ear. “Now take a deep breath, Emma.”
I want to ask why, but my words are cut off when Carter plunges into my pussy in one long push. My gasp mingles with his groan, and then he’s moving, fucking me in fast, deep strokes, bottoming out every time. He’s larger than Sebastian, but I’m so wet, I take all of him, and the sensations are spectacular.
Sebastian holds me open for Carter, and it almost feels like Carter is fucking us both, especially when I realize Sebastian is fully hard underneath me, his cock trapped beneath my ass. God, the images this paints…
I reach out, and Troy grasps my hand as if he knows I need something to hold on to. Then he leans in and sucks my nipple into his mouth, rougher than before. His sharp teeth scrape over my skin, and I whimper at the pain, then revel in his soothing touch. He licks the tender bud with his rough tongue.
