Chapter 21
Chapter
Twenty-One
SEBASTIAN
“Will he have scars?” Emma whispers to Carter.
He shakes his head. “Werewolf bites heal fast if we lick them after. Not like other injuries. And they’re not deep. It’s the intention that counts.”
Her gaze tracks every move we make, and when Troy kisses his way up my neck and bites me again, she moans, her hips twitching as if she can’t keep still.
“You want to come again, Emma?” Carter skims his palms over her body, then cups her full breasts.
She gasps when he pinches her nipples. “Yeah.”
“Yeah, what?” Carter slips his hand between her thighs, his clawed fingers poised over her clit. “I need you to tell me.”
“I want to come again.”
Emma’s voice goes up in pitch, and the words go straight to my cock. It twitches, and the precum leaking from it slides down my shaft.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I whine. “Troy, please!”
His arm, still wrapped around my torso and holding me back, tightens.
The movement somehow impales me deeper onto his cock, and it’s almost enough to send me over.
I’m used to having my prostate teased because both Carter and Troy are big, but we don’t usually stay locked together like this for long, not unless it’s the full moon, and I’m twitchy all over from the overstimulation.
I wasn’t lying when I said I needed to touch my dick—one hands-free orgasm a night is plenty.
Troy puts his lips to my ear. “Watch Emma. Don’t take your eyes off her, Sebastian.”
My eyelids flutter at the harsh command, but I force myself to focus on our gorgeous mate, on her pussy, stretched by Carter’s knot. On where Carter is carefully rolling her swollen clit, his fingertips slipping around in her wetness.
Her chest rises and falls on quick, panting breaths. The scent of our lovemaking fills the room, intoxicating and powerful.
Then Emma’s eyes fly open, and her lips part as Carter nudges his hips up, straining the connection between them. At the same time, he plucks her distended nipple and presses down on her clit.
Emma arches her body off his chest. Her orgasm hits, her surprised cry the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. Carter throws his head back with a snarl and comes right after her, his knot still locked inside her.
That’s when Troy wraps his palm around my cock and pumps it, hard, and at the same time, sinks his teeth into me one last time. My mind blanks out from pleasure, and when he squeezes my knot, my climax slams into me with such force, I’d collapse if Troy wasn’t holding me up.
My cum shoots onto Emma’s belly, thick streaks of it painting her pussy and Carter’s legs, the sight so fucking erotic, I tremble again.
Troy milks me perfectly, alternating shallow hip thrusts with pumps of my cock until I’m a whimpering, shaking mess.
Then he grabs my hips hard enough to bruise and buries himself deeper, filling me with hot jets of cum.
The pleasure leaves us both gasping, but he wraps himself around me when he’s done and carefully tips us both to the side.
I grasp his hand and hold on tight, too raw and spent to talk. He seems to know I need to feel close to him, though, because he half covers my body with his and throws his heavy leg over mine, pinning me to the bed.
“You okay?” he asks. His tongue comes out to clean that last bite, lapping tenderly at the punctures in my skin. “I wasn’t too rough with you?”
I reach back and run my fingers through his shaggy fur. “No, you were perfect. I needed that. I’ll feel you in my ass for hours, Troy.”
He lets out a contented sigh. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I murmur.
When I pry my eyes open, I find Emma staring at us.
Carter is slowly stroking her belly, spreading my cum all over her skin, no doubt imagining that seed inside her instead of smeared on top of her.
He seems a little out of it—and I can’t blame him.
I can’t fucking wait to knot Emma, though that will have to wait until tomorrow, I suspect.
But while Carter is coming down from his orgasm, I can see the cogs turning in Emma’s mind. Her expression turns wistful.
I narrow my eyes, replaying the last few moments in my head. She was absolutely blissed-out after her orgasm, so what…?
Then it hits me.
Troy told me he loved me. And I said it back because that’s the most natural thing to do. I thought she’d slipped earlier when she said that she loved being knotted, but I was too impatient for another round to really pay it enough attention.
So, our mate wants to know she’s loved? I hide my grin in the pillow, covering it with a yawn.
If that’s what she needs to feel completely safe, I’ll make sure she hears it every day from now on.
But the first one needs to be just right.
If I blurted it out now, she wouldn’t believe me—she’d think I was just being nice to include her after I’d already said it to Troy.
No, I’ll have to wait and drop it at exactly the right moment so she’ll have no doubts about it.
When Troy’s knot releases, I groan at the feel of his cum dripping out of me.
“I’m a fucking mess,” I complain half-heartedly. “We’ll have to change all the sheets, too.”
Troy slaps my ass, then pushes me down into the mattress and settles his weight over me. His lips find the sensitive spot under my ear, and he presses a kiss there, then licks me lightly. “I’ll take care of the sheets. You can help Carter with Emma.”
I groan and wiggle under him, my body somehow still responding to his manhandling. I fully blame the upcoming moon madness—and our newly mated status—because I should be half dead by now.
But my mate needs me, so I scramble from the bed and motion at Emma, who has slid off Carter’s cock while Troy was cuddling me.
“Come on,” I coax her. “Let’s get in the shower and leave these two to do all the dirty work.”
Emma glances back at Carter, who gives her a soft smile and a kiss to her lips.
“Go,” he says. “We’ll follow you soon.”
She takes my hand, and I pull her to her feet. She wobbles slightly, no doubt dehydrated and exhausted after this new round of fucking, so I dip down and scoop her into my arms. It’s a testament to how tired she is when she simply winds her arms around my shoulders and puts her cheek on my chest.
I glance at Carter, whose cock is still half hard as he reclines against the pillows.
I bet we would all gladly go another round, but this is what we talked about earlier—Emma is human and needs her rest. We’ll have to adjust to that and make sure she’s well taken care of, not just tomorrow night but always.
I’ve always enjoyed a challenge. I want to know Emma’s every preference, from her favorite food to the kind of sheets and sleepwear she prefers. Every little bit counts.
We enter the bathroom, and I set her lightly on the tiled floor and start the shower, then nudge her inside the large stall.
She puts a hand out to support herself against the wall, then blinks up at me. “I don’t think I’ve ever had so many showers in one day.”
I grin. “Well, you don’t have to take one right now. I’ll be more than happy if you continue wearing my cum, but speaking from experience, it does get itchy when it dries.”
She smiles and rolls her eyes at me, then steps under the spray. “What is it with you guys and cum? Is this a werewolf thing?”
I join her inside, take the bodywash, and pour a dollop into my palm.
“It’s a scent thing. You smell like me and Carter now, but also like Troy, from before.
Any other wolf who met you would instantly know you’re ours.
” I bite my tongue, realizing how these words might sound to a human.
“I mean, our mate, not our property, I didn’t… ”
Emma stands on her tiptoes and kisses me lightly. “It’s all right, I know what you meant. So, having your scent on me helps you somehow?”
“Yeah. It’s hard to explain, but until we’re fully bonded, with bites I mean, our wolves will be…restless.” I motion at myself, still in my half form. “Smelling myself on you calms me slightly.”
She eyes the bottles of shampoo. “So if I just wash with water and don’t use the scented stuff…?”
I stop with my hands on my belly, where I’d been lathering myself up. “You’d do that?”
Emma shrugs as if that’s a perfectly reasonable idea. “If it helps you?”
I quickly rinse myself, then crowd her against the wall, cup her face with both hands, and kiss her deeply. “You’re amazing. You’re better than anything I ever imagined, and I love you so much already.”
She freezes, her pretty eyes blowing wide open, and I freeze.
Ah, fuck.
I wanted to make this special, to tell her at exactly the right moment, and now I’ve blurted it out like this.
Damn my big mouth.
Emma sniffles. “You-you do?”
I force myself to let go of her, afraid of freaking her out, but she grabs my hands and squeezes them, her blunt nails digging into my skin.
“Sebastian?” she asks. “Did you mean it?”
I let out a long sigh and lean down to touch my forehead to hers.
“I’m sorry, I meant to tell you later, when we would have known each other longer.
I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s this sensation right here.
” I bring our hands to the center of my chest. “You’re mine, and I know this will only grow the longer we’re together. I can’t deny it.”
Her smile is the most beautiful thing in the world. I suspect she’s also crying, but that may just be water droplets from the shower. But hopefully, they’re happy tears, and judging by how she kisses me, they must be.
“I love you, too,” she murmurs against my lips. “I thought I was weird for feeling it and tried to convince myself it was just lust, but it isn’t, is it?”
I shake my head. “Nope. It’s the real deal.” I brush back her wet hair and add, “It might take Carter and Troy longer to admit it, but they’ll get there eventually.”
She gives me another big smile. “That’s okay. As long as I know we’re all headed in the same direction, I don’t mind waiting.” Then she wraps her arms around my waist and hugs me tight. “But thank you for telling me.”
My cock perks up at the feel of my mate’s warm, slippery body pressed to mine so I take Emma’s shoulders and step away from her. “I, uh, can’t be hugging you right now. You need food and rest, and my dick is getting ideas.”
Emma glances down between us, and her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. “Hmm, yeah, I can see how that could be a problem.” Her smile turns impish, and she drops to her knees right there in the shower. “But I can’t let you walk around like that, Sebastian. Let me make it better.”
And that’s how Carter and Troy find us, with Emma’s lips latched around my dick and me trying not to fall flat on my back from the pleasure she wrings from me.
The moment she puts her hands on my knot and squeezes it tight, I shoot down her throat, my shouts of pleasure reverberating around the bathroom.
Troy starts forward as if he wants to join us, but Carter stops him with a hand to his chest.
“Let them go,” he commands. “Sebastian, I thought you were going to help her clean up, then feed her.”
Emma licks the last droplet of cum from the tip of my cock, looks up, and winks at me. Then the vixen steps right out of the shower, wraps a towel around her gorgeous curves, and peers at Carter from under her lashes.
“That’s my fault, Alpha,” she coos. “He wanted to do just that, but I distracted him.”
His cock visibly twitches at her words, but he smirks at her in an admirable show of control. He takes her chin and kisses her deeply, a dirty, possessive kiss that has me panting.
“You’re trouble, sweetheart,” he growls. Then he faces the door and swats her ass. “Now get out of here before you distract Troy and me. You need a break before we start on you again.”
Emma giggles and scurries out of the bathroom, and I follow, still rubbing my hair with a towel.
I shift back into my human form, simply because drying my human hair is significantly easier than drying all the fur that comes with my half form.
In the bedroom, we find a freshly changed bed and a window thrown wide open to air out all the sex scents.
Emma shivers, so I hurry to close the window, not wanting her to get chilled.
“You shouldn’t tease him like that tomorrow,” I warn her, grinning. I take a fresh t-shirt and a pair of boxers from my drawer and toss them to her, then select a thick sweatshirt that’s become soft as butter from being washed so many times. “He won’t be able to control himself.”
She disappears under the sweatshirt for a moment, her voice muffled as she asks, “Will it really be that different? The full moon?”
I think back on the previous years. Some full moons have been more memorable than others, especially that one summer night when Troy and Carter tied me up to a tree in our backyard and spent hours fucking me.
I must have come a dozen times, and probably experienced some out-of-body moments from all the lust. My spent cock has fond memories of that time, so I press the heel of my hand on it in an effort to calm myself.
“The first full moon with a new mate will for sure be intense,” I admit. “Probably the next one after that as well, but the first is the strongest. If you think we want you now, you’ll experience a whole new level tomorrow. If that freaks you out, maybe we should talk about it with the other two.”
She cocks her head to the side. “Is it like…a compulsion? Is it unpleasant to be that horny?”
I grin. “No, baby. It’s amazing. Being able to fuck your mates over and over again, to experience so many orgasms your brain almost breaks… Yeah, I’m not complaining.”
She swats my chest with the back of her hand as though she’s scandalized by my crude assessment, but the way her scent blooms, perfuming the air, tells me she’s just as excited about it as I am.
“Come on.” I take her hand and tug her out of the room, away from the temptation of the bed. “Food first, then talking.”
The thought of feeding my mate has contentment singing through my veins. It’s not as potent as the idea of satisfying her sexually, but being her mate means taking care of her every need. I intend to do just that.