Chapter 15
Chapter
Fifteen
EMMA
My brain is offline. My body is tingling all over, and I think I might be getting a cramp in my left foot from kneeling in this position for too long.
But I can’t make myself move just yet. Troy’s cock is still lodged in my pussy, and I feel my heartbeat right there in my core, still clenching around his throbbing length.
Holy shit, was that intense.
My breaths saw in and out on gasps that border on sobs, and I try to get myself under control, but it’s impossible—Troy unlocked some hidden part of me with that spectacular orgasm. It felt deeper and stronger than those before, as if my body had been gearing up for this masterpiece.
I wonder briefly if this is how it’ll be every time with them, and if I will be able to take it. This new state of bliss and tiredness seems almost too raw. I don’t know how these three men—these three strangers—have been able to draw out a part of me that I didn’t know existed.
“Emma?” Sebastian’s careful voice pierces my thoughts.
I try to lift my head but I’m too tired, so I just groan and bury my face in the couch cushions.
My inner thighs itch from where Troy’s cum is trickling out of me, and I wonder if the guys will have to reupholster their couch after this marathon session.
If they always come so much, they’re probably used to cleaning up after themselves.
“Sweetheart, look at me.”
It’s Carter speaking to me this time. He brushes back my messy hair and kisses my cheek, and I blink—or try to, because all my eyelids do is flutter ineffectively. I just need a moment.
I want to tell them that, but my voice comes out as a breathy croak.
I might have ruined it a bit with all the screaming.
Behind me, Troy lets out a low growl. I don’t know why, but it sounds different from before—not the sexy, delicious growls he and the other two have been making as they fucked me, but an angry sound.
What…?
He pulls out of me slowly, his cock sliding free with an obscene squelch. I groan at the image I must present, my pussy exposed to all of them, leaking Troy’s cum. I miss his warmth immediately, the sense of loss so acute, I let out another whimper.
I want him back, if not inside me, then next to me, hugging me.
But footsteps on the wooden floor announce his departure. Is he going to the bathroom to wash? Carter and Sebastian didn’t seem to mind the mess, and I thought…
A door opens, and a gust of cold air sweeps through the room. Then the door slams shut, the sound so very loud and final.
“Grab a couple of washcloths and a blanket,” Carter commands softly.
Sebastian’s presence disappears, too, and I want him back. Why are they all leaving me?
Then Carter’s arms wrap around my torso, and he picks me up gently, then sits with me on the couch.
He brushes my hair away from my face, settles me in his lap despite all the stickiness, and holds my head to his chest. I sigh and lean against him, too tired to put my arms around him but grateful he’s hugging me.
His heart is beating too fast, though. I frown, trying to figure out why he’s so agitated. He should be relaxed, maybe not as exhausted as me but satisfied…
Footsteps again, and I know without opening my eyes that it’s Sebastian, his lighter gait announcing his arrival. He and Carter clean me with warm, damp towels, washing my skin, my face, my pussy. It feels good, and I finally gather enough strength to blink my eyes open.
“Hey, there you are,” Sebastian says, smiling up at me. “We thought we broke you.”
I frown, noting the worried lines around Carter’s eyes and mouth. “What?”
“How are you feeling?” Sebastian asks.
He tucks a soft blanket around my shoulders, and with Carter’s help, wraps me up like a burrito.
He even produces warm woolen socks and puts them on my feet, which feels amazing.
I didn’t even realize I was cold, but they anticipate my every need.
Sebastian rushes to the kitchen for a glass of water while Carter keeps holding me, his chin resting on top of my head as he hums lightly.
“I’m fine,” I say, realizing I was too engrossed in watching them care for me to reply. “I feel amazing. Wrung out, but great.”
The guys exchange a look.
“Really?” Carter asks. “Your scent went a little haywire there at the end, and you, ah, sort of sobbed, so we thought…”
I frown at him. “I wouldn’t say I was fine if I wasn’t.” Then my thoughts clear enough that an absence becomes glaringly obvious. “Where’s Troy?”
Carter lets out a long sigh. “He’s…processing things.”
“What things?” I shuffle back in his lap so I can get a better look at both of them. “Did I hear the front door earlier?”
Sebastian grimaces. “Yeah, he’s cooling off outside. He’s not far.”
As if on cue, a deep wolf howl pierces the silence. I swing my gaze toward the window, but all I see is the drab grayness of the day, the snowflakes swirling down, and the outlines of trees in the distance.
“He’ll freeze to death!” I push against the blanket, wanting to stand. “We have to go get him. He can’t stay outside in this weather.”
But Carter grabs me by the waist and hauls me back against his chest. “You’re not going anywhere, Emma. Troy is in his wolf form, so the cold won’t hurt him. He’ll be back once he calms down.”
“Why is he upset?” I ask, still struggling against Carter’s hold.
Sebastian glances at Carter, then says, “I think he thinks he hurt you.”
I still and stop my efforts to get free. “Why?”
“You cried,” Carter murmurs. “And like we said, you were kind of out of it for a moment there. He thought he did that to you.”
“Well, he did,” I retort. “He gave me an orgasm so powerful, I nearly blacked out. Why didn’t you tell him to stay?”
I glare at both of them. I can’t believe neither of them thought to stop the big werewolf who apparently has a dramatic streak and thinks howling in the wind outside is a good way to solve relationship issues.
“We had to take care of you first,” Carter says, a stubborn glint in his eyes. “You’re the weaker of the two, and you were nearly unconscious.”
“Well, that’s what being fucked by three werewolves does to a human,” I snap back, annoyed at being called weak, even if it’s true. I extricate my arm from the blanket tortilla and poke him in his naked chest. “Now put on some clothes and go fetch him so I can talk some sense into him.”
Carter hesitates for a moment, then sets me on the couch and leaves me in Sebastian’s tender care while he drags on his sweatpants and t-shirt and disappears through the front door. He doesn’t even put on boots, which just goes to show that werewolves are built differently.
“You have incredible stamina and endurance,” I say to Sebastian, who sits next to me and wraps his arm around my shoulders.
He’s still naked and furry, his cock lying half-erect against his thigh, but he doesn’t seem to notice his own state, so I don’t comment on it.
“Yeah, that’s kind of a shifter thing,” he says.
His hazel eyes glint with specks of green, and his fangs are sharp and white, a true predator’s set. He’s so striking, I can’t stop staring at him.
I reach up and sift my fingers through his russet mane, still slightly wavy, even in his half form. “Do you think that’ll be a problem?”
His eyes had drifted shut at my touch, but now he snaps them open, staring at me. “What do you mean?”
I shrug and let my hand fall on my lap. “I don’t know. We thought the issue was going to be your knots—and me not being able to take them fast enough. But maybe it’s my human weakness that’ll prevent you from bonding with me fully.”
His cock twitches at the mention of knots, but he doesn’t react. Instead, he shifts on the couch so he’s facing me. “You’re not weak.”
I press my lips together, not wanting to show my emotions. “Carter sure thinks so.”
Sebastian winces. “I don’t think he meant it that way. You’re just…”
“Smaller, more easily hurt, and not as strong,” I retort, counting on my fingers. “Which does mean I’m weaker. I’m not fishing for compliments, Sebastian, just stating facts.”
He stares at me unhappily. “I don’t mind. I don’t care about any of that. I’m just so happy you’re finally with us.”
My heart thumps at his words. “Yeah, but what if we’re all wrong? What if you grow tired of having to take care of me all the time?”
“That’ll never happen.” He takes my hand and holds it between his warm palms. “You don’t understand how this is for us. We’d do anything to keep you with us. To keep you safe.”
I don’t want to be a burden.
The thought is on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t bring myself to say it out loud.
To find three men such as them, then realize after a few months or years that they resent me because of who and what I am…
It would kill me. If I allowed myself to truly fall for them, then was kicked to the curb for being human and not a shifter, as Sebastian put it, I don’t think I could pick myself up from that.
I already know that I’d be hard-pressed to find a man who’d fulfill me like they do. Today has been a revelation in what my body is capable of. I never knew such pleasure existed, and I know I’d easily get addicted to the way they all seem to care about me. But if that all faded after a while…
“Hey,” Sebastian says, bringing his hand up to cup my face. “You can talk to Troy. See if you can get through that thick skull of his and explain to him that you had a good time just now, and we can go from there. We don’t have to figure out everything today.”
I nod, though I’m still not convinced. I think the fates that they put so much faith in might have been mistaken this time around.
Or else this pack’s senses are misfiring, because surely whatever force is out there would match them with a woman of similar strength, no?
Someone they could fuck without worrying that she’ll break.
Jealousy flashes through me at the thought of some other woman kissing Carter. Of Sebastian making her pancakes, of Troy carrying her to bed.
“Whoa.” Sebastian sniffs wildly at my hair. “What the hell was that? What are you thinking?”
My cheeks heat with embarrassment. Of course, he can smell the change in my scent, and now I’ll have to explain my mortifying spiral of doom because I don’t want to lie to him.
I keep my gaze on my knees and admit, “I thought that maybe you should get another mate. Someone who wouldn’t half pass out after one round of fucking.”
He recoils as if stung. “Emma! Stop that. We’re not even talking about that. There will be no other woman for us, and if we have to fuck you one at a time and give you breaks from now on until eternity, you’d still be the best, most ideal mate for us. Now wait here and don’t move.”
He stands suddenly and stalks away, his gorgeous ass flexing, his fluffy tail swishing this way and that in agitation. He throws open the front door and bellows, “You two get your furry asses back inside or I’m going to drag you here. Right now!”
Then he slams the door and turns back to me. I raise my eyebrows at him, surprised at his outburst.
“Yeah, this is the first time I’ve yelled at my alpha.” He rubs the back of his head. “But I felt like it needed to be done.”
“I don’t think Carter will mind.” I grin at him. “That was pretty badass.”
His answering smile has butterflies exploding in my belly. He’s just so open and good and caring. I extend my hand to him, and he returns to the couch and wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his chest.
“What’s your story?” I ask him. “How did you come to be in a pack with Troy and Carter?”
He hums, his cheek resting against my temple.
“Not much to tell. I was an artsy kid born into a family of hockey-obsessed werewolf jocks, but luckily for me, they weren’t all bad and I was never bullied or anything.
My mom’s the greatest, and she encouraged me to go to art school and still comes to all my shows, even if she has to fly, which she hates to do. ”
I glance up at him. “You have art shows?”
He huffs, sounding pleased. “Yeah. I’m working on a series of paintings right now for a spring show in Boston.”
“That’s so cool,” I say. “I’ve never been to one before. Only galleries with old paintings.”
He gives me a soft smile. “You can be my plus-one for the next event, then. And you’ll get to meet my mom. Or we might fly to Montana before then. I can’t wait to introduce you to my family.”
My chest squeezes happily at the thought. He wants me to meet his folks? No guy I ever dated was this eager to bring me home as Sebastian is. Before I can tell him how much that means to me, he stiffens slightly, then says, “They’re coming.”
I strain my ears, listening, and finally distinguish footsteps on the porch, though the sound is nearly muffled by the wind howling outside. “Both of them?”
“Yeah.” Sebastian takes me into his lap and holds me close as if he wants to protect me. “They…smell weird. So whatever they say, just remember, we all want you here. But they can be incredibly stubborn, so please, don’t give up on them.”
I turn to look him in the eyes. He’s frowning, his snout twitching with whatever whiffs of scent Carter and Troy are giving away.
“Okay,” I promise. “I’ll keep an open mind.”
He kisses my cheek quickly. “That’s all I’m asking for.”