Chapter 23
Chapter
Twenty-Three
SEBASTIAN
My feet are fucking freezing, but I can’t go back yet.
I woke up in the predawn darkness, licking Emma’s neck in my sleep, and shot out of bed so fast, I collided with a wall.
Carter took one look at me and dragged me over to the bathroom for a quick release, but it barely took the edge off my need.
When we returned to the bedroom, Troy growled at us to be quiet—and I knew he would have bitten our heads off if we’d woken Emma before she got a good night’s sleep.
So we opted to go out instead, straight into the still-raging snowstorm. We’ve fucked twice already, once against a tree and once rolling around in the snow, but my godsdamned cock remains hard, and I don’t know if it’s safe to return to Emma yet.
The worst thing is that the full moon hasn’t even hit. If this is how bad I am now, there’s no telling how desperate I’ll become once its true power is unleashed on me.
“Sebastian,” Carter bellows from behind me, “that’s enough. Let’s get back to the house.”
I shake my head, clumps of snow flying from my fur. My feet may be cold, but the rest of me is burning up, a fever that won’t break until sunrise tomorrow.
Suddenly, my alpha is beside me. He catches me by the scruff of my neck and forcefully pulls me to a stop. “Seb. Look at me.”
There’s a quiet command in his words—but not the alpha’s power because he wouldn’t do that to me without a good reason.
I shudder, my shoulders hunching as I lean my hands on my knees and breathe a huge lungful of the frigid air in an effort to calm myself. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
My breath puffs up between us, then disappears with the next gust of wind.
Carter places his hand between my shoulder blades and rubs soothing circles into my fur, then gives me a good scratch that has my tail twitching in pleasure.
He waits for me to straighten, then wraps me in his arms and holds me tight.
I put one hand on his chest, right above his heart, and wrap my other arm around his waist.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs in my ear. His heart beats fast under my palm, testifying to how much this is affecting him, too. “You don’t have to run yourself into the ground. We have to go back now. Troy and Emma are probably up and missing us already.”
The way he speaks the exact right words always amazes me. It’s why he’s our alpha—he knows what we need.
“I’m just afraid of scaring her,” I mumble into his furry shoulder. “What if she decides this is too much for her? That we’re moving too fast?”
He lets out a deep sigh. “That’s the risk, isn’t it? We told her how it’s going to be, and I’m hoping it’ll be enough. We can’t go back now. She’s agreed to stay for the night.” Then he lifts one furry eyebrow. “Do you need to come again or can we return to the house?”
I squeeze my hands into fists, the claws pricking my palms. Yeah, my cock is still hard, and I would probably come embarrassingly fast if Carter got his hands—or mouth—on me, but the thought of returning to Emma, to warm, delicious, beautiful Emma, is too enticing.
“I’m good,” I say. “We can always take another shower if we have to.”
Carter’s gaze darkens, and he steps toward me as if my words prompted the memory of how I sucked him off in the shower this morning. He’d fucked my throat and came all over my face—aaaaand that’s enough of reminiscing.
“Race you back to the house. The last one there has to give the other a blow job on the porch.” I flash him a grin, then shift into my full form, dropping to all fours and shaking out my damp fur.
Then I’m off before he fully processes what I said, and laugh as Carter’s curses follow me.
I put on a burst of speed and jump a frozen stream, round a clump of bushes, and swerve through the trees.
But it’s not enough. I may be the fastest of us three at short distances, but we’d wandered far from our cabin, and it’s not long before I hear Carter’s running footsteps behind me.
He snaps playfully at my tail, an admonishment for gaining an unfair head start, then runs alongside me for a while, his sleek black body keeping pace easily.
When the cabin comes into view, he sends me a smug grin and leaves me staring at his upturned tail.
In one big leap, he clears the porch steps and skids to a stop in front of the door, his sides heaving from exertion.
I slow and stop in front of the steps, then sit on my haunches, lift my head to the sky, and howl in protest. It’s all for show, of course.
I’m not even remotely mad Carter won—I could have run faster, but where would be the fun in that?
Shuddering into my half form, I pick myself off the ground and roll my shoulders back, letting my alpha see all of me.
My lungs burn, the cold air cutting deep, but I feel electrified, ready for more.
Carter shifts, too, and beckons me closer, then kisses me deeply, our tongues fighting for control.
His hand exerts just enough pressure at the back of my neck to have me whining in anticipation, my hips thrusting forward with the need to sink my cock into something warm.
When he pushes me to my knees, I’m weeping at the tip, so I wrap my hand around my knot and give myself a good squeeze, then look up at Carter’s face.
“Emma and Troy are watching us,” he says, inclining his head toward the window. “But I want you to keep your gaze on me.”
From the corner of my eye, I see the curtains in the window twitch, but I obey my alpha’s order and stare up at him.
He guides the tip of his thick cock to my lips, then pushes into my mouth slowly.
I breathe through my nose, my chest expanding on a deep inhale, and get a lungful of Carter’s turned-on fragrance.
“Make yourself come,” he commands in a guttural voice. “I won’t last long, and I want you to come all over me before I shoot down your throat.”
My eyelids flutter at his words, but I keep my focus on him and unlock my jaw, letting him slide deeper.
At the same time, I stroke my hand up my cock, squeeze under the head, and draw my clenched fingers down to my knot.
It’s incredibly sensitive already, so I only tease it lightly because my climax simmers just under the surface, ready to explode the moment Carter’s cum hits my tongue.
“That’s it,” he murmurs as he nudges deep into my throat. “You can take more, can’t you?”
A whine tries to make its way from my throat but is choked by Carter’s hot cockhead.
I swallow around it instead, and he jerks his hips forward, cursing under his breath.
His powerful thighs tremble from the strain of holding back, so I stroke myself faster, eager to catch up.
I grab his hip with my other hand and use it as leverage, then bob on his cock, sucking on the tip.
“You look so good.” He hisses in a breath through his teeth, then glances toward the window and grins. “Oh, fuck, Troy is standing right behind Emma…” His eyes widen, and he jerks his hips forward in a quick, almost involuntary thrust. “He’s gonna make her come, Sebastian. Look at them.”
At his permission, I snap my gaze to the right and find Emma’s face in the gap between the curtains.
Her lips are parted, her cheeks pink, and she’s staring straight at us while a shadowy figure—Troy—stands behind her.
I can’t see what he’s doing, but Emma’s hands are braced on the windowsill, and she pushes herself back as if chasing more contact.
I gasp around Carter’s cock. My pleasure gathers in my belly, my balls drawing up, tightening in anticipation of release. Frantic now, I release Carter’s hip to grasp his cock, and I squeeze at the same time as I swallow the rest of his shaft, my snout bumping up against the knot.
“Fuck!”
Carter’s shout disturbs the winter quiet.
He must have been too focused on Emma to pay attention to me, and I’d grin smugly if my mouth wasn’t stuffed full of my alpha’s cock.
The glare he sends me would be much more intimidating if he wasn’t trembling, already on the edge.
He shoves his fingers into the fur at my nape and tilts my head back, then fucks my throat in long, measured thrusts, taking his pleasure from me.
Then he stills, his jaw locked tight, and the first splash of his cum hits the back of my throat.
I moan, swallowing it, and squeeze down on my knot.
It’s enough to send me over the edge, but I want more from Carter.
He’s still in charge, still in control of himself, and I can’t let that stand.
So instead of releasing him, I lean in closer, wrap my fingers snugly around his knot, and give his still-hard cock a powerful suck.
His hips shoot forward, and his cockhead slides so far down my throat, I gag a little, but he’s already coming again, his knot pulsing in my palm.
“Sebastian!” He curls over me, his thighs shaking. He fills my mouth with more cum, his hands braced on my shoulders. “What are you—shit!”
His knees buckle, and he barely catches his balance before stumbling away from me. His back hits the wooden wall of the house, and he stares down at me, his dark eyes wide.
“What the fuck was that? How did you—?” He shakes his head as if his ears are ringing, then tries again. “That was amazing.”
I swipe my thumb over a drop of cum at the corner of my lips, then lick it off daintily. “Why, thank you.” I send him a coy look from under my lashes. “I’m glad you enjoyed that.”
Carter snorts. “You’re trouble, my dear. If you pull something like this tonight, I might not stop at fucking your throat.”
“Promises, promises.” I scramble to my feet and look down at the already freezing cum I contributed to this exchange. “Ugh. We’ll have to scrub this whole place down once the weather clears.”
Then I remember our audience and turn to the window again.
And there is Emma, her expression blissed out, leaning back on Troy’s broad, hairy chest. He’s wearing a smug grin and licking his fingers, which tells me he made her come without even putting his dick inside her.
The lucky bastard. But I can’t begrudge him that pleasure since he clearly made Emma feel amazing.
“Come on,” Carter says. “Let’s get inside. We’ll shower and get something to eat before we have to do this again.”
I don’t know about the eating part. I could do this again right now, especially if I get my hands on Emma and Troy. I’ve been away from them for too long. What the fuck was I thinking, leaving the house for hours when they needed me here?
I barrel right past Carter and toward my other two mates who have been alone without us all this time and—
An arm loops around my waist, and Carter hauls me back against him. I whine in protest and try to shake him off, but he wraps his other hand around my throat and gives me a light squeeze.
“Calm down,” he murmurs. “We both need to shower first. You’re wet and half frozen and covered in spunk.”
Emma approaches us slowly, her gaze on my face. “Hey, Sebastian. I missed you, too. But Carter’s right. You need to warm up, baby. Your fur is covered in clumps of snow.”
I glance down at myself and see that she’s right. Little globules of snow have stuck themselves to the hair on my legs—and probably my back, from where Carter pushed me down into a snowdrift to fuck me earlier.
“Breathe.”
Carter’s voice soothes my instincts, and having Emma so close is helping as well. I glance over at Troy, and he walks closer, too, then leans in to kiss my cheek.
“I took good care of her,” he rumbles. “We’re both okay. Now go shower, and we’ll get your breakfast ready.”
Carter releases my throat and gives me a tug in the direction of the bathroom. “And don’t forget, once you’re showered, you get to give Emma her Christmas present.”
My mind clears up, and I grin, anticipation rising. “Right, I forgot all about that.”
Overnight, when we couldn’t sleep but Emma was resting in our bed, we had a meeting in the kitchen.
Troy told us the basics of what Emma confided in him, and I came up with what I hope will be a good enough present for her, considering the fact that we couldn’t exactly drive out into the snowstorm and go Christmas shopping.
Our mate surprised us just before the holidays, so she’ll have to make do with a symbolic sort of gift this year.
But I’m already looking forward to spoiling her for every birthday, Christmas, and anniversary for the rest of our lives.
“A present?” Emma squeaks somewhere behind us. “What present?”
I throw her a grin over my shoulder. “You’ll just have to wait and see!”