“Emma.” Troy kisses the back of my shoulder, his breath hot on my skin. “That was amazing. You took all of us, honey. I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
Sebastian heaves a sigh, his chest rising and falling. “I think I’m done. I don’t know if I have any cum left in me. You’ve squeezed me dry, baby.”
“You’re so brave,” Carter murmurs, kissing my sweaty forehead. “So beautiful. I love you.”
“Mmh.”
I want to return their compliments and tell them how well they’re taking care of me, but my body is shutting down, one system at a time, and it seems like my speech is the first thing to go. I try to open my eyes but that’s a no-go as well, so I reach forward to take Carter’s hand, but it just flops uselessly at my side.
A flutter of worry goes through me at the thought that they might freak out again because of my state, but the bond between us glows with our combined pleasure. They can sense me now, and their understanding flows through, mixed with love and a good dose of amusement.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Carter says. “We’ll take good care of you.”
I’m only vaguely aware of Troy pulling out of me and using a sheet to clean up the worst of the mess. Then Sebastian’s knot releases, and he lifts me gently off him and hands me over to Carter. But when Carter tries to take me off the bed and carry meaway, maybe to the bathroom, I cry out and clutch Sebastian’s hand, digging my nails into his skin.
“Ow,” he says mildly. “Carter, I don’t think she wants to leave here.”
In answer, I roll in a ball by his side and snuggle closer to his warmth. Carter lets out a sigh, then settles behind me and throws his arm over me.
“I’ll only be a minute.” Troy leans over to kiss my cheek. “Then I’ll stay right here with you. I’m not going far.”
I don’t have the will to answer him, but he keeps his word and returns quickly, smelling of soap. With Carter’s help, he opens my thighs and cleans me with warm, damp washcloths, his touch soothing and steady. He nuzzles my cheek. I lean into his touch, a pathetic little whine working its way up my throat.
“It’s okay,” Carter murmurs. “We’re all here, and we’re not leaving you. You’re safe.”
The words have a profound effect on me. He’s not using his alpha voice—not that it would work on me—but I trust him so completely, my entire body relaxes and I gasp with relief.
“Night, Emma,” Sebastian says, kissing my nose. He puts one warm palm on my ass and makes himself comfortable next to me. “Sleep well.”
Chapter
Thirty-One
EMMA
I wake up gradually, blinking, then scrunching my eyes shut against the cool sunlight filtering past the curtains. From how bright the outside world seems, it must be late in the morning—or maybe it’s afternoon? I have no sense of how much time has passed since…
My body remembers what we’ve been doing better than my brain, at least at first. The aches make themselves known one after the other, and I realize the full moon’s magic must have been keeping some of them away. I’m definitely sore, my muscles stretched, my pussy throbbing lightly from being so well-used. That doesn’t mean I don’t grow warm and liquid at the thought of how my mates shared me during that last bout of sex where we all went a little crazy for each other.
I have whisker burn on my thighs—or maybe that’s fur burn, since all three men were in their half forms throughout the night. The mating bites on my neck and thigh pulse with pain when I run my fingers over them, but the pleasure follows immediately after, soothing and arousing at the same time.
Sebastian mumbles something incoherent when I touch the one on my thigh, so I remove my fingers, not wanting to wake him.He’s fast asleep, his face buried in the covers in front of me where he must have passed out after cleaning us up.
It’s Carter’s arm that’s slung over my body, I realize now, and his heavy weight must have comforted me through the night. It takes me a moment to locate Troy, squished as I am between Carter and Sebastian, but then I notice my feet are touching fur—it’s Troy in his wolf form, curled up at the foot of the bed, snoring softly. The room smells like sex and sweat and my mates, and I sigh happily, knowing I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
I luxuriate in the knowledge that I’m wanted and loved, that these three men have chosen me as their mate and sealed the deal with their bites. Like Sebastian suggested last night, we might find a way for me to bite them as well. I think I might like to have a human wedding, too, just a small one for our best friends and family. I want to get to know my in-laws, even though I’m a bit scared of what they’ll think of me.
I hope it’ll be enough for everyone to see how much I adore Carter, Sebastian, and Troy—and how much they cherish me.
It would be amazing to spend the morning here and just sleep the day away, but my stomach rumbles loudly, and my body is telling me it’s time to go to the bathroom. I carefully slip from under Carter’s arm and climb over Sebastian’s legs, trying not to disturb anyone. While I got some rest during the night, the three of them were up for more than twenty-four hours straight, what with the tensions rising before the full moon and the exhausting—if exhilarating—sex marathon.
Working slowly, I grab a pair of boxers and a t-shirt from Sebastian’s drawer and tiptoe out of the room. I relax slightly after I manage to close the bedroom door without waking anyone. My shower feels amazing, and I use Carter’s shampooand Troy’s bodywash so I get to smell like all three of them once I put on Sebastian’s clean clothes. I’ll bring my own toiletries here when we move all my belongings from my apartment to this cabin, but I don’t know if I’ll ever go back to using my own stuff. It’s just too good to know that I’m carrying little pieces of them around with me.
Speaking of little pieces—in the shower, I had to wash away the cum that dripped from my pussy. I’m not surprised, given how many times we’ve had sex over the last couple of days, but it still brings home the realization that I might be pregnant. It’s unlikely, given the part of the cycle I’m in and the pill I’m taking, but the thought fills me with excitement, not dread, so I know it won’t be long until I’m ready to try for real.
If the guys have their say, it’ll be sooner rather than later, I’m sure.
Once dressed and smelling like my mates in the freshest sense possible, I pad into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. By the time I open the fridge to find some food, I’m ravenous. My mouth waters at the sight of a tub of grapes that Sebastian prepared for a snack. I pop one in my mouth, then snag a pot of yogurt and devour it quickly, satisfying the most urgent cravings before taking out eggs and milk, bacon, sausages, and tomatoes for a full breakfast spread.
