Chapter 12
twelve
Wiley
It would be nearly impossible to not be turned the hell on by the way Morgan’s eyes widen and her breathing gets faster as she takes in the fact that my wolf is now stalking her. This whole situation might have been lighthearted and fun just moments ago, but a switch got flipped.
Troy lets out a little growl, something I probably have never heard him do before. It's almost enough of a shock to knock me out of my headspace, but not quite. This right here, this is what we've been waiting years for; to have somebody to obsess over, somebody to make wild for us.
“What are you doing?” Morgan’s voice shakes, her hand flying up to her throat. Her lips are a little swollen from kissing me, something that makes my wolf preen with pride.
“Was she laughing at me there, Troy? Is that what I just heard?”
I make sure to walk on the fine line of coming across as aggressive but not in a bad way, because I don't want to terrify her or ruin her enjoyment of the moment. This needs to be completely consensual, and we both need to get something out of it.
Troy steps behind her, wrapping his arms around her shorter, curvier frame. His mouth goes to her neck, clamping lightly down. He gives me an affirmative hum, keeping her body pulled tight against the front of him.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean...” Her eyes flutter shut at Troy’s attentions, head tipping back to give him better access.
“You’re beautiful when you submit to us like that. You hold all the power here, Morgan.”
Her eyes appear drugged as she tries to look at me, tries to hold her composure while Troy is nibbling, sucking, kissing, and licking his way up her neck. “I'm afraid I don't know what to do. Could you show me?”
I drop to my knees in front of her, letting the detritus of the forest floor dig into my knees. “Please tell us our worthless brother was at least gentle with you. It's been driving me crazy not knowing if you at least enjoyed yourself.”
I see her body trying to shut down at the mention of Alex, so I wrap a hand around her calf to remind her who's with her.
“It was fine, I guess. It felt good… during. It was the after I didn’t like.”
“I think we can do a little bit better than fine,” Jake says as he joins us. “If you're not tapping out before we've even really played with you, then we're doing something wrong.”
Sensing some tension in her body, Troy pulls away from her neck, smoothing down her hair behind her shoulder. “If you're not ready, that's okay. We can just keep doing this all day, baby. And if this is too much, we can go make cookies or garden together or something.”
Morgan takes a deep breath, trying to resist smiling as she pulls Troy's arms around her shoulders so she can completely bury herself in him.
“You aren't going to leave me after, are you?
I know that seems like a silly question, but I have to know.
I don't think I can do that again. I need it to be more than just how it makes your body feel.
I need it to be a connection. Need to know I'm not as alone in this world as I've always felt.”
I stand, unable to make her hurt or allow her to remain insecure for even another second. Wrapping my hands along the sides of her head so my fingers rest on the back of her neck, I tilt her head up to look me in the eyes. “You're stuck with us, remember?”
I find my mark on her wrist and brush it with my thumb, reminding her exactly who she belongs with.
“You have no idea how much it hurts us that Alex didn't see you for the gift you are, that he made you question anything and offended your wolf enough to send you running.
I hate why and how you got to us, but we'll never be sorry for the fact that you made it here.
I'll never regret you finding your way onto our land and into our pack.
“You're ours now, for better or worse. To take care of, to luxuriate in. Because you are a luxury, make no mistakes about it. There are many creature comforts the three of us can go without, but now that you're in our life, we're not letting you out of it.”
A single tear escapes her eye, and then she's gasping and throwing herself at me, standing on the tippiest of her toes to wrap her arms around my neck.
“I'm going to be insecure for a while. It's probably going to take me time to fully grasp that you guys want me, so be patient with me please and know that I'm trying.”
“We see how hard you're trying sweetheart,” Jake assures her in a soft tone. “And however you feel is how you feel. But we're going to be here to reassure you every time you need us to.”
She nods, nibbles on her lip, and then seems to come to a decision. “Would you... take me inside?”
None of us miss the swell of her arousal in the air around us, and none of us are misunderstanding what she’s really asking for. I can't get inside fast enough. I gather her in my arms and do my best to teleport to somewhere comfortable, taking care that she doesn't get jostled too much.
As soon as I stop though, I identify a big problem. “Shit. None of us have a bed big enough to fit everyone.”
“Then I guess we're pulling all our mattresses down and throwing them in the den for now,” Troy says simply as he pulls Jake to help him.
“You don't have to do all that,” Morgan tries to tell them, but if we're doing this, she's going to be comfortable.
“I'm not lying you on the floor for our first time. You're better than a picnic table, you're better than a floor. I want you on a real mattress, surrounded by soft things. That's the only thing I ever want you lying on again.”
This time when she throws herself at me, it's lips first. I sink to the couch, and she swings her legs around so she's straddling me, my hands instinctively going to her hips.
We obviously didn't have any spare bras lying around, and we haven't gone into town yet, so when she pulls her shirt off it's to give me a face full of luscious, soft skin.
Her curves and breasts are incredible, and I make sure I have permission to touch them before feeling the warmth of her skin with my hands.
Once I get my hands on her, I don't think I'll ever be able to stop. The weight of them is something I want to memorize, something I’ll always remember the feeling of. The taste of her skin is even better.
I slip one of her nipples into my mouth, tasting every angle I can with my tongue. She's so fucking responsive that I have to reach down and adjust myself because the pinching happening in my jeans is unbearable.
I want to make sure she knows she's more than her body, so I only spend a little bit of time playing with her breasts before I kiss her mouth again. That's the real prize.
She's breathless as I kiss her, her hair falling around us and creating a dark curtain.
I thought kissing her couldn’t get any better, and then her hips start to move. She’s testing out how she can get herself pressure where she needs it, the thin shorts she's borrowed from us no doubt making her feel every seam in my jeans.
I watch in wonder as she tips her head back to start rubbing herself against me, riding me.
I'm dying to remove every barrier between us, but this is fun, too.
It's like being a teenager all over again, trying not to get caught making out in the living room when you know your family’s only a few rooms away.
But in this instance, I kind of want to be caught.
“Ready!” Jake yells from down the hall.
I don't bother taking her clothes with us, she’s so much better without. While we walk, she's tearing off my shirt, trying to get to my skin so she can mark it up.
I walk into the den to see the desk shoved haphazardly against the wall and a few mattresses thrown down, leaving plenty of room for us to roll around. Since her mouth is currently attached to me, my brothers guide me down to the mattress so I don't trip and fall and maim us both.
It's surreal to be sitting here with my mate when we had given up hope of ever finding one. Not to be dramatic, but we thought the loophole was strong, and that we would pretty much be alone forever. Could not be happier to be so wrong.
“Damn, Morgan. They're even better with nothing covering them. Can we touch you?”
Morgan pulls her mouth away from my neck to nod at Jake, who looks ready to come out of his damn skin at the sight of her flushed and topless, and then she holds a hand out to Troy, somewhat shyly.
Of course, Troy is the best of us and won’t even respond to her until he says his piece.
“We don't expect you to entertain all three of us, love.
I'm sure having three mates is not something you ever spent time thinking about. It's not super common, so we’ll take this at whatever pace you want. Do what you want, with who you want. None of us are going to feel bad or left out.”
“Yes, what he said. Our hands work quite well you know, you’re not responsible for us. Honestly just seeing you so worked up like this is doing wonders for me,” Jake admits, still hanging back.
I can't say I particularly enjoy the idea of having sex while my brothers are in the same room, seeing them get turned on as well, but it's worth it to see Morgan's eyes completely glazed over.
“I've always been really good at sharing,” she says as she rolls off of me to attack Troy and swat down all of our protests at once. Emphatically.
Troy has no idea what to do with her, and it's actually kind of amusing.
Since he's the youngest, he's also the most innocent of us all.
Not that we've had much opportunity to be anything but innocent, none of us were all that motivated to hook up with a stranger in the tiny town that's nearest us.
Since we wanted to continue doing business down there, we've just gotten really good at getting ourselves off.
Behind closed doors though, so this is new.
“Oh my gods, you're so soft. How are you this soft?” Troy's hands are flying all over Morgan's body, feeling every inch of her that he can. She's basically full on attacking him, roughing up his neck and rubbing herself all over him as her breasts get smashed against his chest.
“No,” she says to his shirt as she starts trying to rip it off of him. He sits up to assist her, then she glares at his pants and with a loud gulp, he takes those off as well.
She gasps when she discovers he's not wearing any underwear.
“Less laundry?” Troy questions, like he’s asking permission for that to be the reason he’s going commando.
Well, she's losing her mind. Her eyes are flying between all three of us now, taking in our various aroused states as we try and not be awkward about just sitting here watching them make out.
“What do you want first, Morgan? How far do you want to go?” Oh my gods, I thought I was nervous, but Troy is actually shaking a little. His whole upper body keeps twitching, and I have a feeling he’s thirty seconds away from coming just because she's sitting near him with no top on.
“I had a lot of bravado outside,” she admits, “but I'm feeling pretty torn right now. I don't know what to do first. And... I'm totally pulling us out of the moment. I need to be knotted. Like, yesterday.”
I groan at just the thought of my knot swelling inside of her, locking us together. I might as well help her out. “Seems to me you're in a pretty good position to take Troy. Do you like being on top? Or do you want him to take over for you?”
Her mouth opens and closes a few times, and her spine straightens as she raises her hips, stands to remove her shorts completely, gets right back into position, and sinks down as far as she can on Troy.
She has to bounce a few times to fit him all the way in, to ease the way, but Troy's eyes roll in the back of his head as my eyes are affixed to her breasts, bouncing with her.
“This might be embarrassingly short,” he bites out. “This is so much better than my hand. Fuck my hand, it's never touching this thing again. Only her.”
I would laugh, but I literally have to turn my back to them because I'm getting too excited myself. I can only manage half-full breaths, and I even consider plugging my ears to calm myself down, but I kind of want the sounds she's making to haunt my dreams later.
When I'm calm enough to turn back around and be a creepy voyeur again, Troy has her on her back and is pounding into her, and I make sure I'm in the front of them so I don't have to watch his ass. Now that she's on the ground though, I can take her mouth.
I kneel down to kiss her as her screams vibrate against my mouth, and I risk trailing a finger down her stomach so I can give some external pressure to where I think her clit actually is.
It does something alright, because her eyes fly open as I press gently down, and then Jake is cussing up a storm as he finishes by himself.
Troy’s practically foaming at the mouth as he knots Morgan, and I have to say I'm not sure about this whole situation.
They kind of sound like they're being murdered.
I meet Jake’s eyes; he's in the corner like a wise man, sweating and covered in a whole heap of his own cum. Morgan’s really killing it here.
Considering it's going to take a bit for Troy’s knot to go down, I give in to the overwhelming need to finish, because I know there's no way this fucking erection isn’t going to come back immediately anyway.
It feels wrong to look at my brothers, so I slip outside to the bathroom, practically running to the toilet and unzipping so fast I definitely get some skin in there, but who the fuck cares when my balls are emptying at the rate they are? I'll just get my mate to kiss it better later.
I'm breathing so hard by the time my body stops that I have to hold myself up on the counter so I don't pass out.
I catch my reflection in the mirror and flip myself off.
“You're such a little bitch. You know that, right?
You couldn't have done that inside the hot woman across the hall who was practically begging you for your dick earlier?
Pathetic. You don't deserve to have sex with her.”