He slams inside her, and Emma lets out a keening cry, her hands scrabbling for purchase. She must be close. Her scent fills the room, driving my wolf crazy with need. My fingers change to claws, and I punch holes in the sheet I’m holding on to.
Troy’s not done, however. “If you think we’re ever letting you go, you’re wrong, Emma. You’re ours now, and you’re staying with us forever.”
A part of me wants to tell him that he’s going too far, that Emma has free will and that she’ll always be able to choose if she wants to remain with us, but his words ring so true, I can’t open my mouth to protest. And Emma…
Emma’s eyes brim with tears, and when they spill over, Troy leans down to lick them clean. She lets out a choked sob, then moans loudly when Troy feeds his cock back into her, more slowly this time, as if her tears were the reaction he was looking for.
“Sebastian,” Troy murmurs. “Our mate needs a kiss.”
With a pained sound of relief, Sebastian lunges forward and kisses Emma deeply, cupping her face with both hands.She grabs him by the back of his head and spears her fingers into his curly hair.
Troy meets my gaze, stilling for a moment. “Will you make her come?”
I swallow down a lump that has lodged itself in my throat. “Yeah. Yeah, Troy, I will.”
He gives me a serious nod, and I wonder how he knew this was exactly what she needed. It must have been something she told him earlier. A spike of jealousy flares up, but I let it go—he helped her, and that’s all that matters.
I lean in and palm Emma’s breast with one hand, pinching her nipple lightly at first, then harder. She gasps, breaking her kiss with Sebastian, and looks up at me, her eyes still shining with tears.
“Everything Troy said is true,” I tell her. “Every single word.”
“Absolutely,” Sebastian says. “I mean, if you want to try anything new tonight, we can absolutely do that. But we can also just get dressed, put on a Christmas movie, and bake cookies. We’ll figure it out.”
Emma reaches up to brush the tears from her temples. Her grin is brilliant as she says, “That sounds great. But, uh, I’d really like to come first.”
I snort, then run my palm down her belly to where her pussy is filled with Troy’s cock. “We can help you with that.”
Troy rocks his hips forward, and Emma’s eyelids flutter in pleasure. Then I find her swollen clit and roll my fingers over it, reveling in how slick it is. Her breath catches in her throat, and she arches her back, begging for our touch.
Sebastian latches his mouth on one nipple, sucking deep, then rolling the tight bud on his tongue. It’s fucking hot to see him do that, and I grit my teeth against the need to palm myaching cock and spend all over Emma’s belly and Sebastian’s handsome face.
Emma’s breathing turns erratic, and soon, she’s grasping at Troy’s shoulders, her body shaking with the impending release. And it’s the most beautiful sight, having her trust us like this, to put herself at our mercy. I meet Troy’s gaze and find the same emotion reflected there, awe and hope and perhaps something else we can’t name just yet but must be on the tip of his tongue as well.
“Let go, baby,” Sebastian croons, his lips hovering over her nipple. “We’ll catch you.”
Emma’s eyes fly open, and she stares right at me. Troy slams back into her once more. I see the moment her pleasure drags her under, her surprise mixing with pure, white-hot lust. I press down on her clit, and Emma cries out, shuddering and straining between us. Troy’s low growl reverberates around the room. He follows her over, his hips jerking forward as if he wants to meld with her and remain inside her forever.
Sebastian kisses Emma, fucking her mouth with his tongue. It’s not a kiss to end sex but a way to tell her that she can have more if she wants to. I don’t want to pressure her, so I slip my hand away from her pussy. I can’t help myself, though, and bring my fingers to my lips to lick off her essence, every slick drop a starburst of flavor.
When I look down at her again, she’s staring at me curiously.
“Do I taste good?” she asks, her cheeks still red with exertion.
Troy pulls out of her carefully and flops on the bed next to her, his arm thrown over his eyes. “Your taste is incomparable,” he mutters. “You can fully expect to have someone’s face buried between your legs several times a day for the foreseeable future.”
I snort out a laugh at Emma’s shocked expression. “What he said.”
She lifts herself on her elbows, then winces and closes her legs. “Oh. I, uh, I may need a shower again.”
Clenching my teeth, I tell myself that I’m perfectly fine with Sebastian’s idea of watching Christmas movies and baking, even though my cock is throbbing and painfully erect.
But she peeks at me from under her lashes and says, “Unless you don’t mind. I mean… This might make it easier when we attempt the next step.”
I stay very still, hope blooming in my chest. “I don’t mind. And it would help. If, ah, if that’s what you want.”
Emma rolls to her knees. “I want to try. If it doesn’t work, that’s fine, but I want to at least try, Carter.”
Sebastian is nodding enthusiastically behind her back. “Yep, great idea. Let’s do that.”
