Page 60 of Mated to the Werewolves
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 shouldersback, 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 powerfulthighs 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.”
