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“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs at last, his arms tightening around my back. “You were perfect. And I feel you. I love you so much.”
A whimper tears itself from my chest, and then I’m crying for real, with deep, heaving sobs that leave me shaking.
“Hey, now.” Carter cradles the back of my head tenderly with his clawed hand, always so protective. “It’s all right. We feel it, too.”
Troy closes the distance between us and folds himself around my back, sandwiching me between his and Carter’s chests. Then Sebastian is there, still sticky with his and Troy’s cum, but I don’t care—I reach a hand out for him, and he joins the huddle.
They hold me for long moments, hugging me and each other. Our breaths level out. It’s exactly what I need, this closeness with my mates. My sobs quiet, and I sniffle, then wipe my eyes with the back of my hand. As my heartbeat returns to normal, I sense a flutter of three other entities beating inside me. It feels the strongest right where each of them bit me, but if I focus on a single one of them, I can feel their presence all over, like a warm caress.
“This is incredible,” I whisper. “Is this how you felt before me, too?”
Sebastian nuzzles his cheek against mine. “Yeah. We probably feel it a little stronger than you, even, being werewolves, but there was always the sense that we were missing something, like a phantom itch I couldn’t scratch.”
“It disappeared the moment I saw you,” Troy says, licking the bite mark on my neck. “Everything quieted, that’s how I knew.”
Carter’s smirk is as handsome as always, though his gaze is soft as he searches my face. “Well, that and the immediate, overwhelming need to slam you against the nearest flat surface and bury my cock inside you.”
I giggle, then squeeze my inner muscles around his knot. “No one said you can’t have both.”
He kisses me, then licks away the last of my tears. “Now you know. You know how strongly we feel about you.”
My heartbeat stutters with the realization that he’s right. Their emotions filter through the bond, and there is no doubt left that they were telling me the truth from the start. They love me and they want me. Forever.
I look from one to the other, peace growing in my mind. “And you know how I feel about you, too.”
“Yeah.” Sebastian grins at me, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re wondering how you got so lucky that you stumbled on threeextremelyhandsome guys who want to give you so many orgasms you pass out from pleasure.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah, that, too. But most of all, I love you. We might have to take a short break from the orgasms, though. This human needs rest.”
“As long as we get to watch you while you sleep, you can have all the rest you need.” Troy freezes the moment the words leave his lips, then clears his throat. “Sorry, honey, that sounded strange. But I, uh, I just?—”
“I know what you meant.” I reach back for him and cup his cheek. “I’ll feel so safe knowing you’re there to watch over me.”
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
CARTER
Our mate sleeps on the messy bed, Troy tucked around her, his big body molded to her smaller frame. Even though she’s fast asleep, his hard cock is half buried in her pussy, impaling her from behind.
It was a compromise we had to make after Emma wouldn’t settle—she was so exhausted after another round of sex in the shower that she couldn’t keep her eyes open, yet she whined for us until we came up with this solution.
I’ll tease her about this tomorrow. She was the one who insisted on taking a pause, then proved insatiable when Sebastian teased her ass in the shower. He’d ended up stretching her with his fingers while she was still locked on my knot, and we’d both come so hard, my knees had nearly buckled from the strength of my climax.
Now, she moves her hand restlessly as if searching for something, so Sebastian rolls closer to her and intertwines his fingers with hers.
“Shh,” he says. “Go back to sleep, baby.”
Troy, who switched out with me earlier when I couldn’t bear having Emma on my dick anymore without truly fucking her, groans low in his throat.
“She’s fucking squeezing me,” he whispers. “How is her pussy not too tired to do this?”
I grin, my cock hardening again. “She’s our mate. She needs us as much as we need her.”
He puts one hand on her hip to keep her steady. “How much longer will the moon’s magic last? I won’t be able to hold on for long, this feels too fucking good.”
I can tell his suffering—he’s panting, his big chest rising and falling with quickening breaths, and a low growl has started in his chest. I know exactly how he feels. An hour ago, I was in his position and had to pull out of her hot, tight channel and would have jerked myself off in the shower if Sebastian hadn’t offered to suck me off. Then I’d fucked him instead, making him come all over the glass shower wall because the full moon still rode us so strongly, we’d needed to blow off more steam.
