Chapter 19 #2
He has Emma wet and squirming under him within minutes, and he rears above her, then lines up his cock with her pussy.
Her eyes fly open when he presses inside, his human cock enough to stretch her wide.
Her knees part for him, though, and she relaxes, a blissful, excited expression lighting up her flushed face.
Troy rocks his hips forward until he’s fully seated inside her, then leans over Emma and kisses her, sucking her lower lip into his mouth. It’s hot as fuck, and I can barely keep my hands to myself.
“You’re enough,” Troy growls, his next thrust harder. “Even if I never get to knot you, Emma, I’ll still want you just the same.”
She whimpers, digging her fingernails into his biceps. “Okay—ah!—I believe you.”
“Do you?” He grabs her hips and lifts them off the bed to have better access to her. “Because I don’t think you do. I think a part of you is still convinced we’ll turn you out tomorrow morning if your tight pussy can’t take a wolf knot.”
I open my mouth to tell Troy to let up, to give Emma a break, but Sebastian shakes his head at me, motioning at Emma’s face, which has gone red with exertion, her eyes scrunched shut.
“We’ll never abandon you,” Troy growls.
He slams inside her, and Emma lets out a keening cry, her hands scrabbling for purchase. She must be close. Her scent fills the room, driving my wolf crazy with need. My fingers change to claws, and I punch holes in the sheet I’m holding on to.
Troy’s not done, however. “If you think we’re ever letting you go, you’re wrong, Emma. You’re ours now, and you’re staying with us forever.”
A part of me wants to tell him that he’s going too far, that Emma has free will and that she’ll always be able to choose if she wants to remain with us, but his words ring so true, I can’t open my mouth to protest. And Emma…
Emma’s eyes brim with tears, and when they spill over, Troy leans down to lick them clean. She lets out a choked sob, then moans loudly when Troy feeds his cock back into her, more slowly this time, as if her tears were the reaction he was looking for.
“Sebastian,” Troy murmurs. “Our mate needs a kiss.”
With a pained sound of relief, Sebastian lunges forward and kisses Emma deeply, cupping her face with both hands. She grabs him by the back of his head and spears her fingers into his curly hair.
Troy meets my gaze, stilling for a moment. “Will you make her come?”
I swallow down a lump that has lodged itself in my throat. “Yeah. Yeah, Troy, I will.”
He gives me a serious nod, and I wonder how he knew this was exactly what she needed. It must have been something she told him earlier. A spike of jealousy flares up, but I let it go—he helped her, and that’s all that matters.
I lean in and palm Emma’s breast with one hand, pinching her nipple lightly at first, then harder. She gasps, breaking her kiss with Sebastian, and looks up at me, her eyes still shining with tears.
“Everything Troy said is true,” I tell her. “Every single word.”
“Absolutely,” Sebastian says. “I mean, if you want to try anything new tonight, we can absolutely do that. But we can also just get dressed, put on a Christmas movie, and bake cookies. We’ll figure it out.”
Emma reaches up to brush the tears from her temples. Her grin is brilliant as she says, “That sounds great. But, uh, I’d really like to come first.”
I snort, then run my palm down her belly to where her pussy is filled with Troy’s cock. “We can help you with that.”
Troy rocks his hips forward, and Emma’s eyelids flutter in pleasure. Then I find her swollen clit and roll my fingers over it, reveling in how slick it is. Her breath catches in her throat, and she arches her back, begging for our touch.
Sebastian latches his mouth on one nipple, sucking deep, then rolling the tight bud on his tongue. It’s fucking hot to see him do that, and I grit my teeth against the need to palm my aching cock and spend all over Emma’s belly and Sebastian’s handsome face.
Emma’s breathing turns erratic, and soon, she’s grasping at Troy’s shoulders, her body shaking with the impending release.
And it’s the most beautiful sight, having her trust us like this, to put herself at our mercy.
I meet Troy’s gaze and find the same emotion reflected there, awe and hope and perhaps something else we can’t name just yet but must be on the tip of his tongue as well.
“Let go, baby,” Sebastian croons, his lips hovering over her nipple. “We’ll catch you.”
Emma’s eyes fly open, and she stares right at me.
Troy slams back into her once more. I see the moment her pleasure drags her under, her surprise mixing with pure, white-hot lust. I press down on her clit, and Emma cries out, shuddering and straining between us.
Troy’s low growl reverberates around the room.
He follows her over, his hips jerking forward as if he wants to meld with her and remain inside her forever.
Sebastian kisses Emma, fucking her mouth with his tongue.
It’s not a kiss to end sex but a way to tell her that she can have more if she wants to.
I don’t want to pressure her, so I slip my hand away from her pussy.
I can’t help myself, though, and bring my fingers to my lips to lick off her essence, every slick drop a starburst of flavor.
When I look down at her again, she’s staring at me curiously.
“Do I taste good?” she asks, her cheeks still red with exertion.
Troy pulls out of her carefully and flops on the bed next to her, his arm thrown over his eyes. “Your taste is incomparable,” he mutters. “You can fully expect to have someone’s face buried between your legs several times a day for the foreseeable future.”
I snort out a laugh at Emma’s shocked expression. “What he said.”
She lifts herself on her elbows, then winces and closes her legs. “Oh. I, uh, I may need a shower again.”
Clenching my teeth, I tell myself that I’m perfectly fine with Sebastian’s idea of watching Christmas movies and baking, even though my cock is throbbing and painfully erect.
But she peeks at me from under her lashes and says, “Unless you don’t mind. I mean… This might make it easier when we attempt the next step.”
I stay very still, hope blooming in my chest. “I don’t mind. And it would help. If, ah, if that’s what you want.”
Emma rolls to her knees. “I want to try. If it doesn’t work, that’s fine, but I want to at least try, Carter.”
Sebastian is nodding enthusiastically behind her back. “Yep, great idea. Let’s do that.”
My entire body is trembling with the need to shift. “All right. Who do you want—”
“It should be you,” Sebastian says immediately. “You’re the alpha.”
I should disagree, because what kind of a leader am I if I want Emma’s first experience with knotting all for myself? But my body won’t obey me—the mere possibility of getting my cock inside her is preventing me from denying Sebastian.
“He’s right,” Troy rumbles from his prone position. “You have the best control.”
That’s where he’s wrong. Already, I feel the magic sparking down my limbs, and my fangs punch down in my jaw, the shift imminent.
Then Emma scoots closer. “Will you do it?”
If I was a better man, I’d say I can wait my turn and give the opportunity to one of my mates, but I’m not. So I nod, unable to speak.
“Good,” Emma says. “Will you shift for me now, Carter?”
My name on her lips throws me over the edge, and I growl, my body doubling over.
I give myself the freedom to finally shift to my half form.
The relief is immense, and I stretch my body, my joints popping.
When I focus back on Emma, she’s staring at me with open-mouthed awe.
Her scent, even more intense now that my snout is so much more sensitive, confirms that she’s looking forward to what comes next.
I can’t fuck it up. This will be Emma’s first time taking a knot, and if I scare her off, she might not want to try again.
I scrub my hand through my short fur and wince. How the hell am I going to go slow with her? Especially once she sinks down to my knot? I’ll have to give her time to adjust, to take all of me, or I could risk hurting her, even if she’s slick and stretched out from Troy’s cock.
“Hey.” Emma crawls closer and places her hands on my chest. “Are you freaking out?”
I frown at her. “Of course not.”
I’m the alpha of this pack. The last thing I should be doing is freaking out.
“Because it’s okay if you are,” she murmurs. “I am, too.”
I sniff the air between us. “You don’t smell like it.”
Sebastian flops on the pillow next to me. “You definitely do, boss. But you don’t have to. We’re here, and we’re in this together. We won’t let it go sideways, I promise.”
Troy unpeels himself from the bed, his blissed-out expression replaced by steely-eyed determination. “Agreed. You won’t hurt Emma.”
Emma cocks her head to the side. “Is that what you’re worried about?”
I glance down at myself, then at her. To me, the issue is clear. She’s so much smaller than me.
“Oh, Carter.” She climbs on my lap and cups my face with both hands. “The fact that you’re thinking of this at all tells me everything will be all right.”
My hindbrain registers several things at once. Emma’s willing, warm scent in my nose. Her sweet voice, ringing in my ears. Her tits pressed up against my chest, and her slick pussy right over my straining, heavy cock.
I lift her easily an inch or two to gaze at her core, unable to stop myself. Her thighs are sticky with the remnants of her and Troy’s release, and my nostrils flare as I scent them both. My mates.
“Sebastian.” With the last shred of control, I grit my teeth and force the words out. “How do we make it easy?”
I don’t know if I’m coherent enough for him to understand, but his gaze turns calculating. He thinks my question over. Then he snaps his fingers.
“Turn her around,” he commands. “Like we did on the couch. Then gravity will help, and I can lick her clit so she comes faster.”
Emma’s mouth forms a perfect little ‘O’ as she considers the proposal. But I don’t give her time to think too much. Instead, I swing her around in my arms and scoot back on the bed until I can lean on the headboard, bracing myself. Then I grip my cock and settle Emma over it.
“There, sweetheart,” I growl. “Now all you have to do is take my cock.”