Page 26 of Mated to the Werewolves
“Emma…” Troy puts his nose to my neck and drags in a deep inhale. “Fuck, honey, you smell so sweet.”
His cock is thickening behind me, and since he’s still in his half form, that means…
I push away from his chest, enough that I can turn in his arms and sit back. Troy put on a pair of sweatpants after his shower—the guys seem to prefer them, which I understand, because they’d rip through jeans when shifting. They’re larger than humans when in their half form, their thick thighs full of ropey muscle I want to bite. And then there’s…this. The outline of Troy’s cock is clearly visible beneath the soft black fabric, reaching right up to the elastic waistband.
Biting my lip, I stare at it, my fingers itching with the need to explore.
Sebastian fits himself at my back and puts his chin on my shoulder. “Go on,” he murmurs. “You can take a peek.”
I shoot a glance up at Troy, who’s lying so still, clearly doing his best to hold back. He gives me a strained smile and digs his claws into the couch cushions, punching holes in the fabric.
It’s now or never. If I want this, if I wantthem, I need to know. Otherwise, I had better ask Carter to take me away from here—and I can’t bring myself to do that.
So I hook my fingers into the stretchy waistband and pull down. Troy helps me, lifting his hips so I can tug the sweatpants over his ass.
And there it is, Troy’s erect cock in all its glory.
Holyshit, it’s large.
I saw it earlier, but Troy had been hiding from me, curling his body so I couldn’t get a good glimpse. And when he’d pumped his fist to come all over me, his hand hadn’t lookedthatsmall against it—but that’s just because his hands are also bigger thanhuman now, the palms broad, the fingers thick. I saw Sebastian’s cock, too, touched it, even, but I only gripped the shaft, not the knot. Troy had made me come seconds after that, and I’d lost all focus.
Now, I have Troy’s cock right in front of me, and it’s magnificent. It’s not just the thick, heart-shaped knot at the bottom that’s different from human anatomy, though I’ll have to explore that for sure. But the tip is somehow more tapered, as if it’s made to nudge directly at the pleasure center in my pussy, and the shaft is hefty and veiny, probably to prepare the way for the big knot.
“You see,” Carter says, jerking me from my observation. “Your pussy is too tight to take that without proper preparation.”
I swivel around to stare at him. “But it could be done. If we waited for the next full moon, I could…?”
His dark eyes flash golden for a moment. He seems in control, but he’s close to breaking, too, and the thrill of that realization rushes through me. What would Carter do if his wild side broke through?
“Yeah, baby,” Sebastian purrs, his breath warm on my neck. “We’d spend the time taking things slow. Stretching you out while our instincts are fully in check, making you work for our knots. Then you’d be ready for it.”
“And we’d get you a contraceptive charm strong enough to withstand the strength of the mating bond,” Carter adds.
I glance up at Troy, thinking of what he told me earlier in the office.
He sends me a smirk. “Or not. Maybe you want us to fuck you full of our cum until you’re carrying our pups.”
My belly clenches at the thought. He’s dangling something in front of me, but he doesn’t know how much I want it. Somehow, without realizing it, Troy has hit on the deepest fantasy I’ve had since growing up in a loveless home. To have a big, loud familyof my own, the kind I’d mostly only seen in movies. A house full of kids and laughter and love.
Troy’s expression changes as he traces his gaze all over my face. He sniffs, his nostrils flaring. “What is it?”
I try to sit back, but Sebastian is there, so I end up in his lap. He closes his arms around me immediately and tucks me under his chin. He puts his nose to my temple and draws in a deep inhale. “What’s wrong?”
I bury my face in my hands, willing my emotions to calm down. But everything that’s happened has been so intense, so powerful, I don’t know how to handle it.
A warm palm lands on my knee, and I know without looking that it’s Carter. He’s right there, next to us, and Troy leans in as well, until I’m surrounded by heat and enveloped in their delicious scents.
“We don’t have to do anything,” Troy is saying, his voice gruff. “Forget I said that. It’s too much, and we don’t even have to talk about babies for months. Years. Whenever you’re ready, honey.”
A shudder goes through me as I force down tears. “I’m okay,” I croak. “Just…”
I pull my hands away from my face and focus on them. They seem so worried, all traces of earlier lust and teasing gone. They’re only worried about me—about making me feel safe.
They’ve been nothing but honest with me, explaining their issues, their wants. Now I owe them the same.
“I want to try,” I begin. “Being with you. All of you. I still feel like this might be a really nice dream, and if that’s true, I’ll be devastated when I wake up, but for now, I’d like to try.”
Carter stares at me, his expression unreadable. My heart pangs at the sight, because I know he’s shutting off his emotions to keep the hope at bay. He acts like the tough alpha he is, but I see right through him.
