Page 55 of Mated to the Werewolves
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 youdistractTroy 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 spenthoursfucking 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.”
