Chapter 25
Chapter
Twenty-Five
TROY
My body is burning up. I shifted to my half form an hour ago, after I could no longer hold my human shape. The transformation was a compulsion, unlike the rest of the time. The full moon is rising, and with it, our need to breed.
We’ve taken all the precautions, prepared snacks and water, and locked up all the doors and windows.
Emma has been watching us warily ever since we shifted.
We all agreed to wait as long as we possibly can, and so far, we’ve managed to keep our hands to ourselves.
But Sebastian is whining quietly, his gaze following our new mate everywhere, and Carter is pacing up and down the living room, his low growls intensifying.
They both shifted before me, shedding pieces of their clothing around the living room. I held out the longest, worried about what will happen tonight.
Emma is human.
The more I think about it, the more I’m worried we’ve made a huge mistake, but it’s too late to change anything. If she tried to leave now, I don’t think I could let her. If she ran, I’d chase her, and the thought of it scares me to my core.
“It’s almost time,” Emma murmurs, glancing at the kitchen clock.
A snarl escapes me, and my hands twitch toward her all of their own volition.
I clench my fists and draw back, then spin away from her and stomp to the other side of the living room, meeting Carter halfway.
He sends me a curious glance, his eyebrows raised, but I don’t stop, not until I rush through the entryway, struggle with the lock, fling open the front door, and scoop up huge fistfuls of snow.
Then I rub them over my face, trying to cool the fire raging inside me.
“Troy!”
Emma’s shocked cry has my tail twitching in awareness.
My mate is close, and I can’t have her yet.
Even if we all manage to fuck her tonight, if she accepts us as we are, I won’t be the first to knot her, that’s for damn sure.
It should be Sebastian or Carter—they’re smaller than me.
But I don’t know how I’ll survive the wait.
Being inside her is all I can think about, so dousing myself in frigid frozen water is the best I can do right now.
Footsteps on the wooden floorboards of the porch announce Emma’s arrival. I know it’s her because she’s still wearing thick woolen socks, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Then her scent reaches me, and I moan, half delirious with want.
“Come inside,” she commands, her voice a sharp snap. “Right now.”
I turn on my heels to face her. She’s standing there with her hands at her hips, her frown fierce and so damn adorable, I want to pick her up and cover her face with kisses.
Instead, I focus on Carter who is waiting behind her, his claws digging into the wooden doorjamb.
“Take her away,” I rasp, barely keeping myself from running straight at her.
She stomps her socked foot on the frozen boards and steps away from Carter as if expecting him to pick her up and carry her away—which is exactly what I’m hoping for.
“No,” she protests. “You can’t just move me around like that, Troy. You come inside right now, and we’ll talk about this like adults.”
I hunch over, clutching my knees. Every breath I take is painful because she’s not in my arms. “Don’t want to talk,” I force out through gritted teeth. “Carter…”
There’s a moment of silence, and when I lift my head to see what’s going on, Carter and Emma are locked in a silent battle of wills. Then our alpha dips his chin in a curt nod, turns, and heads back inside.
“No,” I moan as my last chance of saving this situation disappears.
Emma takes a step forward. “Troy, listen to me. You will not hurt me. I know you won’t. We made sure I’m ready. And if it’s time to begin, if you need me, I’m here.” She reaches out and tentatively touches my shoulder. “I’m here for you.”
My control snaps, and I grab Emma and haul her into my arms. She squeaks in surprise, her palms landing on my chest. I bury my snout in her neck and draw in a deep inhale, then howl to the sky in relief. Emma watches me with rounded eyes, then smiles.
She freaking smiles, as if she’s not frightened at all.
“Take me inside.” She goes on her tiptoes and puts her hands around my neck, barely reaching high enough. “Sebastian and Carter will be waiting.”
I blink, remembering that my mate is human, and she can’t stay out here for too long.
Her skin is pebbled with goose bumps, and I growl at the sight, realizing I’ve kept her outside.
With one quick move, I haul her into my arms and carry her through the front door, then turn toward the bedroom without checking if the guys are following.
All my thoughts have narrowed to a single point—getting my cock inside Emma as fast as possible. Before we even get to the bedroom, I shred her t-shirt with my claws, leaving the tatters to fall. Emma’s full tits come into view, and I lift her higher, bringing my tongue to her tight nipples.
She gasps, hands clutching at the fur on the back of my head, but her back arches up. She instinctively searches for more contact. “Don’t stop,” she gasps, “this feels so good.”
Satisfaction punches through me at her words. I may be broken in many ways, but I’m still capable of pleasing my mate, and I will do this until she’s panting and screaming for me. Then I will impale her with my cock and give her my knot, and stuff her beautiful pussy full of my cum.
“Oh, fuck!” Emma squirms in my arms, her fingers tugging on my fur. “Yes, yes to all of that.”
I blink, realizing I must have said it out loud. A shred of lucidity returns, enough for me to set her on our pack bed and pause. “Emma? Are you sure?”
In answer, she yanks me down on top of her and kisses me deeply, the taste of her need exploding on my tongue. Her scent is out of this world, honeyed and spicy, telling me she’s more than ready for me.
Somewhere behind me, Carter and Sebastian enter the room.
They settle to the right of us, and my first instinct is to snarl at them for interrupting.
I barely hold back the sharp sound, but when Carter sits against the headboard and pulls Sebastian into his lap so Sebastian is also facing us, I purr in satisfaction.
“Will you suck Sebastian’s cock while Carter fucks him?” I flip Emma over, positioning her on her hands and knees. “Will you make him come while I fill your tight pussy?”
Emma brushes her hair to one side and sends me a wicked grin over her shoulder. “I love it when you stop holding back.”
My laugh sounds rusty, as if my feral self has forgotten how to do it. I reward her by reaching between her legs and finding her slippery little clit with my fingertips. She twitches her hips back at first contact, then rides my hand like a good girl, her ass high and displayed for me.
“Fuck, you look amazing.” I watch her move. “How did we ever get so lucky?”
Sebastian throws me a wide smile. “Fate. It was fate that Emma stopped her car right there on the road, and that you came across her when you did.”
Carter takes a bottle of lube and slicks up his thick cock.
Then he pours more on his fingers and pushes Sebastian forward, nudging him so he can dip his fingers into his ass and stretch him out.
Emma watches them with undisguised lust, then kisses Sebastian, their tongues tangling in a filthy caress.
When Carter is finished, he tosses me the lube bottle, and I flick the cap open to pour a generous dollop on my cockhead, then spread it down all the way to my knot. Emma may be wet and slick, but she’s tight, too, and taking all of me will require some patience.
“Ten minutes to the full moon. We’re so fucking close now,” Carter announces. “Get back here, Seb. I need you to sit on my cock.”
Sebastian’s smile is so blissful, I can’t help but grin at his eagerness to take our alpha’s cock.
He backs up, and when Carter holds his cock steady, Sebastian sinks onto it in one long, beautiful glide.
His mouth falls open on a silent groan, and he’s so damn hot, my cock twitches, precum already leaking out.
Carter throws his head back, his teeth gritted.
He digs his fingers into Sebastian’s hips, and I know how he must feel with Seb’s ass strangling his cock—right on the edge of sanity.
Sebastian meets my gaze over Emma’s kneeling form.
His expression is half wicked, half dazed.
He lifts himself, then sinks again, riding Carter’s dick.
“No, no.” Carter stills him with an iron grip, then pulls him back against his chest until Sebastian is all but lying on top of him. “You’d fuck me like that, would you? Make me come before you? That won’t happen, baby.”
Sebastian gasps at the new angle, and I know Carter’s cockhead must have finally found Seb’s prostate. His legs tremble as he hooks them over Carter’s legs, spreading himself open.
“I wasn’t gonna do that,” he protests. His cock bobs against his stomach. “I’m ready to blow, Alpha.”
Carter tweaks his nipples, and Sebastian moans, his head thrashing on Carter’s shoulder. Emma sends me a glance over her shoulder, and in answer, I pick her up by her lush hips and move her up the bed, so she’s kneeling between their spread legs.
“Put your mouth on Sebastian’s cock, and I’ll fuck you so good,” I promise her.
She wastes no time obeying my order. Leaning in, she takes the head of Sebastian’s cock in her mouth and sucks him down.
Sebastian cries out, his hips rolling on Carter’s cock, and our alpha growls at the movement.
His clawed hands clamp down on Sebastian’s hips, and then he’s fucking him in deep, measured strokes.
But I know he’ll only be able to hold on to this kind of rhythm, to this kind of control, for mere minutes.
As soon as the moon reaches its peak brightness, all bets are off, and this time will be no different.
I grasp Emma’s waist with one hand and line up my cock with the other. The slick tip meets her wet flesh, and all my instincts roar to life. I’m panting with the need to sink deep.
With every ounce of control I have left, I force myself to go slow, to fuck Emma with shallow thrusts until I feel her inner muscles relaxing enough so she can take more of me.
And there’s a lot to take—I’ve never been this hard in my life, and it’s almost absurd how large my cock looks in comparison to Emma’s tight pussy.
“Let me in,” I coax her. “I’ll make you feel so good.”
Without taking her mouth off Sebastian, she spreads her knees wider for me and lifts her beautiful ass higher.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Fuck, Emma, your pussy is strangling my cock. I need—”
The moon’s power rolls over me, and my back snaps straight. That pushes my cock deeper into Emma’s pussy, and she moans, the sound going straight to my hindbrain, firing up every base instinct.
My wolf shakes off the shackles of my control, and I freeze, knowing I’m fighting a losing battle.
“Emma.” My voice is guttural, more vibration than sound. “Mine.”