Chapter 6
Chapter
Six
SEBASTIAN
I’ve never slept better in my life. The cozy bed Troy constructed for us after we built this house is perfectly warm, Carter’s heavy weight presses against my back, including his morning wood, which I appreciate, and I have my arms full of our beautiful human mate.
On that thought, my brain wakes up.
I have my arms full of our beautiful human mate.
I jerk to awareness, opening my eyes to find Emma’s sleeping form sandwiched between Troy and me.
My hand is resting on her hip, so I snatch it back, panicking.
She scrunches her eyes together and turns her face into the pillow, then settles back to sleep, seeming perfectly content right where she is.
I lift my head and meet Troy’s sleepy gaze. His heavy arm is wrapped around her middle, and he’s plastered to her back under the covers.
“Did you do this?” I mouth, furious.
This is exactly what I wanted to avoid when I suggested that pillow wall.
I knew we’d be all over her if we didn’t put up a barrier.
I didn’t want to freak her out. I should have known a pillow wall wouldn’t be enough to hold Troy back.
Honestly, I’m not sure I could have prevented this if I put barbed wire and an electric fence around her.
Keeping a mate away from werewolves is never a good idea.
And now that she’s here, right between us, I can’t deny that this is perfection.
Denying my own impulses has been hard, but Emma is human.
She doesn’t function like we do, with physical touch a huge necessity to our well-being.
She also doesn’t know us, and any human woman who woke up with three strangers cuddling her would panic, I’m sure of it.
But Troy shakes his head at me and murmurs, “She rolled over to my side around midnight. I put her here to keep her warm.”
Shit.
She was probably too cold—we keep the bedroom cool because of the heat we generate—and was unconsciously drawn to us.
“Whass goin’ on?” Carter mumbles behind me, his warm breath brushing the nape of my neck.
I shiver, trying to resist the perfection of this moment.
But with Emma’s sweet scent in my nose and Carter’s cock poking at my ass, I’m getting so fucking turned on, I can barely hold myself together.
This would be an issue at any time, but with less than two days to go until the full moon, my control is fraying.
“Mm,” Emma mumbles, tucking her knees up toward her chest. Then she blinks and opens her eyes.
I see the moment she focuses on me, but instead of freaking out, she smiles. It’s a gorgeous smile, sleepy and soft.
“You’re real,” she murmurs. “I thought it was a dream.”
Troy’s satisfied rumble fills the room, and he wraps himself around her back more fully, molding his big body to her smaller form. She gasps, her eyes flaring wide, but doesn’t retreat. Instead, the unmistakable scent of her arousal perfumes the air.
Carter groans behind me, his hips thrusting subtly forward. He rubs his dick against my ass, and I bite my lip to hold back a gasp.
Emma’s gaze sharpens, and she lifts herself on her elbow to peer at Carter. Her mouth forms a cute little ‘O’ when she sees how his dick is tenting his boxer briefs, then she flushes pink. But she doesn’t look away.
“Um,” she says, “what…?”
She falls silent and lies on her side again, biting her lush bottom lip. Troy slips his hand to her stomach, caressing her slowly. She arches her back ever so slightly, her eyelids flickering.
“Just ask,” I prompt her. “Whatever you’re thinking, we’ll help you understand.”
This is so fucking important. What she’s experiencing must be a shock, completely out of her realm of experience. Humans aren’t exactly well-known for polyamorous relationships these days. And having three werewolves fixated on her, wanting to touch her all the time, will be a lot to take in.
She closes her eyes for a second, then whispers, “What would you do if I wasn’t here?”
I frown, confused by the question. She watches me from under her eyelashes, waiting for my answer, yet I don’t know what she means.
But Carter does. He places a possessive hand on my hip. “You want to know what we’d do if it was just us in this bed, sweetheart?”
Oh!
I grin as she covers her face with her hands.
“Yes?” she squeaks.
Troy hums. “That’s good, Emma. We want you to be curious.”
He moves his palm, following the generous curve of her body from her waist to her ass and back, deliberately slow. Emma’s scent deepens, and Troy groans, his nose at her neck.
“You want to be a part of this?” Something glowing expands in my chest. She’s fucking perfect. “Right now?”
From behind her hands, Emma gives me the tiniest nod.
“Fuck, yes,” Troy hisses.
I sit up and draw my t-shirt off me with one swift tug. Then I rip off my boxer briefs, not caring that I actually liked that pair. Getting naked for Emma is much more important.
She lowers her hands and stares at me, her eyes going glassy with want. She swallows thickly, then flits her gaze from my face to my shoulders, chest, and finally to my stiff cock.
“Get back here,” Carter demands, hooking his arm around my waist.
I lie on my side and part my thighs for him, waiting patiently. He lubes up his fingers and stretches me out. We’ve done this enough times that he doesn’t need to take long with me before he slicks up his cock and pushes the broad head against my ass.
Emma’s gasp matches mine as Carter’s cock slides inside me. I groan, arching back into his touch, needing more. But he fucks me slowly, with shallow thrusts, not reaching nearly deep enough.
At that moment, Troy slips his hand under Emma’s t-shirt and touches her skin to skin.
She shivers at the touch, then whispers, “Troy.”
Carter’s hips snap forward, and he gives me another inch of his thick cock. My forehead beads with sweat at the intrusion which burns for a moment. Then I relax, letting him inside my body.
“Will you let me make you feel good, honey?” Troy mumbles into Emma’s hair. “I want to make you come.”
She pauses for the shortest moment, then dips her chin down in a nod. “Yes. Please.”
With a groan, Troy reaches up and cups her tits under the t-shirt. Even though I gave Emma my softest, most comfortable t-shirt, I hate it so much right now because it obscures her beautiful body from me. But this isn’t about me—it’s about her being comfortable around us, about her pleasure.
Then Carter fits himself inside me, nudging at my prostate, and I realize it’s about my pleasure, too. Our pleasure.
Troy tugs on Emma’s nipples, and she lets out a breathy little moan that has my cock leaking precum all over the fresh sheets. Then he changes direction and plunges his hand below the waist of her boxers to touch her wet pussy.
I know it’s wet even if I can’t see it because the scent of it is so fucking potent, I’m about to blow without even touching my cock.
Emma snaps her eyes open. She gazes down at my dick, then inches out her hand. “May I?”
“Yes,” I groan. “Fuck, yes, please, baby.”
Her fingers brush over the length of my erection, and I shout out in pleasure.
Behind me, Carter lets out a feral snarl, his breath hot on my neck. He fucks me harder. “You’re squeezing me so tight, Seb.”
Troy moves his hand faster, his fingers working Emma’s clit.
She gasps and wraps her hand around my cock as if she needs something to hold on to.
It’s so fucking good, I don’t know how I’ll last, but I want to see her come apart first, disheveled and beautiful in our bed, so I grit my teeth and let my body relax under her and Carter’s care.
“Let me taste her,” I demand, throwing Troy a desperate glance. “I need to taste her.”
I don’t know why I just said that, because it definitely won’t help me cling to my fucking sanity, but before I can withdraw my request, Troy slips his fingers from Emma’s pussy and offers them to me.
“No, wait,” Carter gasps behind me, his body stilling, his cock buried deep in my ass.
But it’s too late. I suck Troy’s fingers into my mouth, and the rich, decadent taste of Emma’s arousal explodes over my tongue.
And I understand Carter’s sudden warning, because I’m changing, my fangs punching out, my body growing larger.
Emma’s eyes widen, and I know I’ve fucked up.
So badly.
Her grip tightens on my cock, probably a nervous twitch of her fingers, but with her taste in my mouth, her hand on my dick, and the exquisite pressure of Carter deep in my ass, I can’t hold on anymore.
The most intense orgasm I’ve ever had slams into me, and I know I’ve fucked up.
And my mates may never forgive me.