“Come, Carter,” Troy coaxes me. “I want your cum on my feet when I blow in your mouth.”
My eyes roll back, and my ass clenches in anticipation of my orgasm. Then Troy digs his fingers into my fur and yanks, hard, forcing my head back and to the side. He reaches down and rubs his thumb over the mating bite he gave me all those years ago when we first met and mated, reminding me I belong to him as much as he belongs to me.
Pleasure roars through my veins, and I come, my knot pulsing under my palm. I unload on Troy’s feet, just as he asked. Then he shouts, and the first spurt of hot cum jets into my throat, choking me. I rear back and suck on his cockhead, massaging his knot, barely keeping it together for him because my body is limp and loose from my orgasm.
“Fuck!” Troy cups my cheek and forces my jaw wider, then rolls his hips forward to deep-throat me one last time. “Fuck, Alpha!”
Then the bathroom is silent apart from our heaving breaths and the sound of the rushing water. I slip off Troy’s cock and wipe my hand over my face, sure that some cum escaped my lips. Troy’s smile is soft. He reaches down and tilts my head to the side to allow the spray to wash me clean. Then he offers me his hand and pulls me to my feet.
I expect a joke and a quickthanks, but Troy crowds me against the wall and kisses me deeply, sucking on my tongue and caressing me with languid flicks of his tongue.
Then he steps back and looks me right in the eyes. “I don’t want to be alpha. I would never challenge you.”
“Okay,” I say, still slightly dazed from what just happened. “Yeah, I know that.”
“I could never hurt you,” he adds, his voice gruff.
He starts to move away, but I grab his arm and yank him back, forcing him to focus on me again.
“Iknow, Troy,” I repeat. “You’re the kindest, gentlest guy.”
He looks as if he doesn’t believe me. He must be thinking about his previous pack—and the fight with his former alpha. The fight he won.
“You fought that asshole because you needed toprotectyour pack,” I say softly. “You saw injustice, you saw people getting hurt, and you did what you had to. I would never fault you for that. I’m not afraid that you will do the same to me, not even for a second. You’re loyal to me. And I’ll spend my life striving to be the kind of man who deserves your trust.”
Troy stares at me for a long moment, his throat bobbing as he swallows. Then he nods once, as if accepting my words to be true. The next moment, he wraps me in another hug, squishing me against the wall.
“Whoa.” I laugh, hugging him back. “It’s okay. We’ll make it through this full moon, baby. Less than two hours to go, and the next one will be much easier.”
“Yeah.” He steps back and shuts off the water. “I hope so, because I want toenjoyit, not worry all the time that I’ll accidentally break Emma.”
I’m reaching for my towel when a sharp cry breaks the quiet. It’s Emma, and my hackles go up at the distress apparent in her voice.
Then Sebastian’s voice rings down the hall, “Carter? Troy? You need to get back here now!”
Chapter
Thirty
EMMA
My body is burning up, my skin itchy and too hot, my belly squirming with unease.
“Where are they?” I cry, digging my fingers into the fur on Sebastian’s back. “Did they leave me?”
Sebastian holds me close to his chest, his hands rubbing soothing circles over my naked skin. “No, baby, they’re just taking a shower. They’ll be right back.” He covers my ear with one hand and bellows, “Carter? Troy? You need to get back here now!”
Shivers rack my body, and I bury my face in his chest, whimpering.
I should be satisfied with having Sebastian here, especially since he buried himself back in my pussy the moment I climbed him like a tree, but my mind has been taken over by some feral instinct, and I can’t help it—I want them here, all of them.
Footsteps pound in the hallway, and then they’re here, surrounding us with their heat.
“What’s going on?” Carter demands. “Is she hurt?”
I reach for him, catch a handful of fur, and use it to yank him closer. He hisses in a breath but nuzzles my neck and licks the spot where he marked me earlier. The rough scrape of his tongue has me shuddering, my need spiraling again.
“I think she needs all three of us,” Sebastian says. “She was fine and went back to sleep, but then she woke up, realized you two weren’t here, and got agitated.”
