My entire body is trembling with the need to shift. “All right. Who do you want?—”
“It should be you,” Sebastian says immediately. “You’re the alpha.”
I should disagree, because what kind of a leader am I if I want Emma’s first experience with knotting all for myself? But my body won’t obey me—the mere possibility of getting my cock inside her is preventing me from denying Sebastian.
“He’s right,” Troy rumbles from his prone position. “You have the best control.”
That’s where he’s wrong. Already, I feel the magic sparking down my limbs, and my fangs punch down in my jaw, the shift imminent.
Then Emma scoots closer. “Will you do it?”
If I was a better man, I’d say I can wait my turn and give the opportunity to one of my mates, but I’m not. So I nod, unable to speak.
“Good,” Emma says. “Will you shift for me now, Carter?”
My name on her lips throws me over the edge, and I growl, my body doubling over. I give myself the freedom to finally shift to my half form. The relief is immense, and I stretch my body, my joints popping. When I focus back on Emma, she’s staring at me with open-mouthed awe. Her scent, even more intense now that my snout is so much more sensitive, confirms that she’s looking forward to what comes next.
I can’t fuck it up. This will be Emma’s first time taking a knot, and if I scare her off, she might not want to try again.
I scrub my hand through my short fur and wince. How the hell am I going to go slow with her? Especially once she sinks down to my knot? I’ll have to give her time to adjust, to take all of me, or I could risk hurting her, even if she’s slick and stretched out from Troy’s cock.
“Hey.” Emma crawls closer and places her hands on my chest. “Are you freaking out?”
I frown at her. “Of course not.”
I’m the alpha of this pack. The last thing I should be doing is freaking out.
“Because it’s okay if you are,” she murmurs. “I am, too.”
I sniff the air between us. “You don’t smell like it.”
Sebastian flops on the pillow next to me. “Youdefinitely do, boss. But you don’t have to. We’re here, and we’re in this together. We won’t let it go sideways, I promise.”
Troy unpeels himself from the bed, his blissed-out expression replaced by steely-eyed determination. “Agreed. You won’t hurt Emma.”
Emma cocks her head to the side. “Is that what you’re worried about?”
I glance down at myself, then at her. To me, the issue is clear. She’s so much smaller than me.
“Oh, Carter.” She climbs on my lap and cups my face with both hands. “The fact that you’re thinking of this at all tells me everything will be all right.”
My hindbrain registers several things at once. Emma’s willing, warm scent in my nose. Her sweet voice, ringing in my ears. Her tits pressed up against my chest, and her slick pussy right over my straining, heavy cock.
I lift her easily an inch or two to gaze at her core, unable to stop myself. Her thighs are sticky with the remnants of her and Troy’s release, and my nostrils flare as I scent them both. My mates.
“Sebastian.” With the last shred of control, I grit my teeth and force the words out. “How do we make it easy?”
I don’t know if I’m coherent enough for him to understand, but his gaze turns calculating. He thinks my question over. Then he snaps his fingers.
“Turn her around,” he commands. “Like we did on the couch. Then gravity will help, and I can lick her clit so she comes faster.”
Emma’s mouth forms a perfect little ‘O’ as she considers the proposal. But I don’t give her time to think too much. Instead, I swing her around in my arms and scoot back on the bed until I can lean on the headboard, bracing myself. Then I grip my cock and settle Emma over it.
“There, sweetheart,” I growl. “Now all you have to do is take my cock.”
Chapter
Twenty
