Holyshit, was that intense.
My breaths saw in and out on gasps that border on sobs, and I try to get myself under control, but it’s impossible—Troy unlocked some hidden part of me with that spectacular orgasm. It felt deeper and stronger than those before, as if my body had been gearing up for this masterpiece.
I wonder briefly if this is how it’ll be every time with them, and if I will be able to take it.This new state of bliss and tiredness seems almost too raw. I don’t know how these three men—these three strangers—have been able to draw out a part of me that I didn’t know existed.
“Emma?”Sebastian’s careful voice pierces my thoughts.
I try to lift my head but I’m too tired, so I just groan and bury my face in the couch cushions. My inner thighs itch from where Troy’s cum is trickling out of me, and I wonder if the guys will have to reupholster their couch after this marathon session. If they always come so much, they’re probably used to cleaning up after themselves.
“Sweetheart, look at me.”
It’s Carter speaking to me this time. He brushes back my messy hair and kisses my cheek, and I blink—or try to, because all my eyelids do is flutter ineffectively.I just need a moment.
I want to tell them that, but my voice comes out as a breathy croak. I might have ruined it a bit with all the screaming.Behind me, Troy lets out a low growl. I don’t know why, but it sounds different from before—not the sexy, delicious growls he and the other two have been making as they fucked me, but an angry sound.
What…?
He pulls out of me slowly, his cock sliding free with an obscene squelch. I groan at the image I must present, my pussy exposed to all of them, leaking Troy’s cum.I miss his warmth immediately, the sense of loss so acute, I let out another whimper.
I want him back, if not inside me, then next to me, hugging me.
But footsteps on the wooden floor announce his departure. Is he going to the bathroom to wash? Carter and Sebastian didn’t seem to mind the mess, and I thought…
A door opens, and a gust of cold air sweeps through the room. Then the door slams shut, the sound so very loud and final.
“Grab a couple of washcloths and a blanket,” Carter commands softly.
Sebastian’s presence disappears, too, and I want him back. Why are they all leaving me?
Then Carter’s arms wrap around my torso, and he picks me up gently, then sits with me on the couch. He brushes my hair away from my face, settles me in his lap despite all the stickiness, and holds my head to his chest. I sigh and lean against him, too tired to put my arms around him but grateful he’s hugging me.
His heart is beating too fast, though. I frown, trying to figure out why he’s so agitated. He should be relaxed, maybe not as exhausted as me but satisfied…
Footsteps again, and I know without opening my eyes that it’s Sebastian, his lighter gait announcing his arrival. He and Carter clean me with warm, damp towels, washing my skin, my face, my pussy. It feels good, and I finally gather enough strength to blink my eyes open.
“Hey, there you are,” Sebastian says, smiling up at me. “We thought we broke you.”
I frown, noting the worried lines around Carter’s eyes and mouth. “What?”
“How are you feeling?” Sebastian asks.
He tucks a soft blanket around my shoulders, and with Carter’s help, wraps me up like a burrito. He even produces warm woolen socks and puts them on my feet, which feels amazing. I didn’t even realize I was cold, but they anticipate my every need. Sebastian rushes to the kitchen for a glass of water while Carter keeps holding me, his chin resting on top of my head as he hums lightly.
“I’m fine,” I say, realizing I was too engrossed in watching them care for me to reply. “I feel amazing. Wrung out, but great.”
The guys exchange a look.
“Really?” Carter asks. “Your scent went a little haywire there at the end, and you, ah, sort of sobbed, so we thought…”
I frown at him. “I wouldn’t say I was fine if I wasn’t.” Then my thoughts clear enough that an absence becomes glaringly obvious. “Where’s Troy?”
Carter lets out a long sigh. “He’s…processing things.”
“What things?” I shuffle back in his lap so I can get a better look at both of them. “Did I hear the front door earlier?”
Sebastian grimaces. “Yeah, he’s cooling off outside. He’s not far.”
As if on cue, a deep wolf howl pierces the silence. I swing my gaze toward the window, but all I see is the drab grayness of the day, the snowflakes swirling down, and the outlines of trees in the distance.
