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Without taking her mouth off Sebastian, she spreads her knees wider for me and lifts her beautiful ass higher.

“That’s it,” I growl. “Fuck, Emma, your pussy is strangling my cock. I need?—”

The moon’s power rolls over me, and my back snaps straight. That pushes my cock deeper into Emma’s pussy, and she moans, the sound going straight to my hindbrain, firing up every base instinct.

My wolf shakes off the shackles of my control, and I freeze, knowing I’m fighting a losing battle.

“Emma.” My voice is guttural, more vibration than sound. “Mine.”

Chapter

Twenty-Six

EMMA

A palpable change spreads through the room, the tension rising. I raise my head off Sebastian’s cock to find both Seb and Carter staring at me, their eyes glowing. Behind me, Troy has grown still after growling his declaration that I’m his.

His cock is lodged deep already, but if I was close to taking all of him, his knot would already be bumping up against my pussy—and it’s not.

I brace my hands on the bed, prepared for a hard fucking. I’m wet enough to take Troy, I’m pretty sure of it. That doesn’t mean I’m not worried about this—if he’s not careful with me, hecouldhurt me. Scratch me with his claws. Sink his fangs too deep.

But Troy doesn’t move for a long moment. And when he does, it’s not the fast thrust I expected. Instead, he folds his large body over me and snuffles at my neck, then licks my skin in a long, hot stripe. I shiver at the sensation, then moan as he continues doing it, teasing that sensitive spot under my ear.

“Emma…”

His voice is guttural, his grip on me tight, but he seems to want something else than just fucking from me. I think of what my instincts are telling me—and of what I know about wolves. They’re territorial and they mate for life, don’t they?

I glance up at Sebastian and Carter, who are watching us with those glowing eyes, their big bodies taut with tension. As I take in a shuddering inhale, my senses register something else. The scents of my three wolf mates have intensified, filling the room with need and lust. For the first time, I know how they must feel when smelling me—it’s like my entire being is drawn to them. My mind is telling me I’m home, that this is where I should make my den and have a family.

It’s the most beautiful sensation I’ve ever experienced, and something in my chest glows with the knowledge that I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

I’ve told Troy and Sebastian how I feel about them already, but Carter still doesn’t know, and I can’t let that go on for even a moment longer.

I grip his knee and look him in the eyes, letting my emotions show. “I love you.”

His eyebrows climb up, his mouth falling open on a sharp exhale. “You do?”

My smile must be radiant enough to power the whole house, because I feel like I might explode in a thousand pieces with how happy I am right now.

“Yeah,” I say. “I love you, Carter. And it’s okay if you can’t say it back yet, but I had to let you know.”

He stares at me, unblinking, then swallows thickly. He nods, then groans softly when Sebastian rolls his hips again.

“Wanted to tell you later,” he rasps, his hand coming around to clutch mine on top of his knee. “Shouldn’t be balls-deep in another mate’s ass while I do it for the first time.”

I laugh, my heart overflowing. “That’s okay. You can do it again later, when you’re inmyass.”

That has all three of my mates groaning, and Sebastian’s cock leaks more precum onto his stomach. I’m nearly ready to take him in my mouth again, but I need Troy to start fucking me before I do. Sebastian is on the verge of coming, I can sense it in the tremor of his thighs, in the quickness of his breaths.

Behind me, Troy hums in approval and licks me, his rough tongue scraping my skin. “Love you.”

I glance back at him. “I know you do. You’ve shown me that since the moment we met.”

He closes his big body protectively around me, one arm braced on the bed beside me, the other wrapped around my middle. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

My heart breaks a little at the strain in his voice, at the shudder that runs through his muscles.

“You won’t,” I whisper. “Take me.”