With my heartbeat thundering in my ears, I lean over and kiss Troy’s shoulder. He reaches back and clasps my hand, squeezing it as if he needs the connection as much as I do. This is new—he’s always kept a part of himself back, even with Sebastian and me, and I love that he’s showing me affection.
Gently, I pull out of him and stride to the bathroom to clean up. Moments later, I’m joined by a grinning Sebastian, who is followed by Troy carrying Emma. She’s pink in the face and looks like she might protest at being manhandled like this, but when Troy sets her right in the warm shower and gets in next to me, she sighs happily and tips her head up, offering her lips to me for a kiss.
Sebastian pours a dollop of his bodywash into his palm, steps up behind Emma, and lathers her thoroughly, his palms swiping over her limbs. When he cups her breasts with both hands, I have to lean in and help out because they’re presented so beautifully. I rinse away the suds, then lick one tight nipple, then the other.
Emma clutches the back of my head and arches up, searching for more contact. “I want to try taking a knot tonight,” she murmurs, her voice a little raspy.
I lift my head, my dick already stiffening from the mere mention. The full moon’s magic is getting stronger, and my body is responding to it so much more intensely than before.
Troy and Sebastian crowd near, our bodies creating a wall of werewolf around Emma. She opens her eyes and surveys us, one after the other. She must know what we’re thinking—even in our human forms, we’re reacting to her words.
“I thought we were waiting until tomorrow,” I say half-heartedly. “You said you needed rest.”
“I’ll tell you if I do,” she says. “But you fed me, and Sebastian made me come, and now I really need…”
She breaks off, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink.
“You need a cock?” Troy supplies helpfully.
Sebastian snorts, but he’s still right behind her, as if unwilling to let her go for even a minute. “It makes sense,” he says calmly. “If we want to be ready for tomorrow night, we should give that a try. See if we can make it fit.”
My cock kicks up, and for some reason, I want to hide my reaction to this—because surely I should have better control than this? I’m not seventeen again, and I’ve had two mates for years.
Then I remember how wild I felt when I first met Troy and Sebastian, one after the other, and how it took several weeks to truly fuck the first rush of lust out of our systems.
With Emma, we’re only on day two. We’ll be at this for weeks, and I can’t fucking wait.
I glance up to find her watching me, her brown eyes questioning. For the briefest moment, she seems almost insecure, and it hits me—despite how well she has taken to all of this, she’s still out of her depth. She’s basically a stranger, for fuck’s sake, and she got railed by three horny men who keep talking about breeding her and keeping her forever.
It’s enough to send anyone running.
I cup her face with both hands and tilt it up. “We can do whatever you want. You’re so brave, sweetheart. I trust you completely. And if you can’t handle this tonight, that’s okay, too. You being the best mate we could have asked for isnotdependent on your ability to take our knots.”
Sebastian’s eyes grow wide. He scoots to the side and peers down at Emma. “Is that what you think? That we won’t want to keep you if your body can’t take ours?”
Emma lowers her gaze to my chest and absently runs her fingers down my arm. “No… Not in so many words.”
“But…?” Sebastian prompts, nudging her chin up.
She lets out a deep sigh. “But I don’t want to let you down.”
Before I can do so much as protest, Troy hooks Emma around the waist and hauls her out of the bathroom. He takes a towel and dries her quickly, rubbing her limbs with a grim-faced determination. Sebastian raises his eyebrows at me, and I shrug, then shut off the water and follow them, wondering what our most feral mate is up to.
Emma is just as wide-eyed as we enter the bedroom and find Troy depositing her in the middle of our large bed. He’s on her in a moment, kissing her deeply, then crawling down her body to suck on her nipples while his hand finds its way between her legs. Sebastian and I take our places on either side of them, and I motion at Sebastian to wait because I want Troy to have a chance to tell Emma whatever is bothering him—because he seems like a man possessed, his blue eyes shining with fierce determination.
He has Emma wet and squirming under him within minutes, and he rears above her, then lines up his cock with her pussy. Her eyes fly open when he presses inside, his human cock enough to stretch her wide. Her knees part for him, though, and she relaxes, a blissful, excited expression lighting up her flushed face.
Troy rocks his hips forward until he’s fully seated inside her, then leans over Emma and kisses her, sucking her lower lip into his mouth. It’s hot as fuck, and I can barely keep my hands to myself.
“You’re enough,” Troy growls, his next thrust harder. “Even if I never get to knot you, Emma, I’ll still want you just the same.”
She whimpers, digging her fingernails into his biceps. “Okay—ah!—I believe you.”
“Do you?” He grabs her hips and lifts them off the bed to have better access to her. “Because I don’t think you do. I think a part of you is still convinced we’ll turn you out tomorrow morning if your tight pussy can’t take a wolf knot.”
I open my mouth to tell Troy to let up, to give Emma a break, but Sebastian shakes his head at me, motioning at Emma’s face, which has gone red with exertion, her eyes scrunched shut.
“We’ll never abandon you,” Troy growls.
