Page 50 of Mated to the Werewolves
EMMA
Carter’s cockhead notches against my pussy. His skin is hotter than mine, and I gasp at the contact, then wiggle to notch him in the right place. I take a deep breath to relax and let go of any tension, because he’slargein this form and it won’t help if I’m all tight and clenched up.
But it’s difficult, especially knowing that this is only the beginning. I need to take all of his shaft first before I can even attempt to accept his knot.
“Easy,” Sebastian breathes, his hand on my cheek. “We have all the time in the world.”
I nod, then bear down slowly. Carter supports my weight from behind. I reach forward, and Troy shifts to his half form and comes to kneel on my other side, taking my hand and placing it on his shoulder. It feels good to have some leverage, even though I won’t be able to truly move until I’m at least halfway down Carter’s cock. My knees are barely touching the covers now, and I’m suspended between them, completely at their mercy.
Surprisingly, it’s this thought that has me relaxing more. They’re here for me, to show me how this is done and help me however they can, and I trust them as much as they trust me.
My body slips down an inch as Carter’s conical cockhead enters my pussy. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, and his hips twitch ever so slightly upward, forcing a bit more of his cock inside me. My mouth falls open on a gasp. He’s incredibly thick. I had Troy’s shifted cock inside me this morning, and this is almost as difficult. I don’t think I would have been able to do this if Troy hadn’t fucked me again just now. There are limits to human bodies, and surely, this is mine.
But I exceed my own expectations. I allow gravity to take over and sink an inch deeper. Now the cockhead bumps against my G-spot, sending sparks of sensation through my body.
“Ah!” I clasp Troy’s shoulder and rock my hips, chasing more of that feeling. “That-that feels good.”
Carter’s hoarse groan has me glancing over my shoulder at him.
“You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he rasps. “All I can see is your amazing ass and my cock being swallowed by your pussy. I’m doing everything I can to stay still for you.”
I get wetter at his words, which I’d be embarrassed about in any other situation, but now I relish it as it helps me take an inch more. I peer between my legs, and he’s right—the image of his thick shaft stretching my pussy is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuuuck,” Sebastian says, his eyes riveted on the same spot. “Just a little more, Emma, and you can lean back, and I’ll suck your pretty clit so hard, you’ll see stars.”
Troy leans in and cups my breast with his big palm, his clawed fingers squeezing possessively. “You can do this. Now be a good girl and relax for Carter. He wants to pound his cock intoyou, but he can’t do that until you take him all the way to his knot.”
I’ve never been spoken to in this way before, and if anyone else said these words to me, they’d be on the receiving end of a hard slap. But Troy knows exactly what I need, because he accompanies his litany of praise with pinching my nipples, first one, then the other, until I’m a gasping, writhing mess.
“Let me move,” I beg, looking back at Carter. “You’re still holding me up, and I need to sink down on you.”
His dark eyes flash with heat. He releases my hips and reaches back to grab the headboard. His abdominal muscles ripple at the movement, andit’s the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.
“Ride me, sweetheart,” he commands.
The words send a rush of anticipation through me. They’re all so much stronger than me, they could maneuver and use me however they want—and I’d love it, because they’d make me feel so good. But Carter, our alpha, is giving me free use of his body. It’s a power move I didn’t anticipate, and I fall a little in love with him for it.
Maybe my feelings show in my face, because his expression changes, and he opens his mouth as if to say something. But I turn back to Troy and give him a determined smile. If I don’t do this now, I’ll wimp out, and we’ll have to try another time. Which would be fine, but I want to be here for them tomorrow. They need me as much as I need them, and I want to experience my first full moon with them. If I don’t get comfortable enough to accept them fully, I’ll have to leave or risk getting hurt—and that would hurt all of us even more.
Taking a deep breath, I brace my knees on the bed and grasp Troy’s shoulders for support. Then I rock my hips up a notch, working on getting Carter’s cock nice and wet. It helps that I’m still dripping with Troy’s cum, which is a thought I never imagined would cross my mind.
My life has changed so much in such a short time. I was on my way home to spend the holidays alone after leaving my crappy job, and now I’m being impaled by the most gorgeous man while two others eagerly await their turn next to us.
The incredibleness of this situation finally hits me, and I giggle. I slap my hand over my mouth and glance up at Troy, my eyes widening. In my experience, men aren’t too happy when women laugh at them in bed. Not that I’m laughingatCarter—or Troy or Sebastian—but…
“I’m sorry,” I gasp as another fit of giggles rolls over me. “I can’t help it.”
My body shakes with the strain of holding back laughter, my eyes watering. It’s the worst possible moment, but something inside me relaxes, and I slide down Carter’s shaft, taking more without really intending to.
Troy gives me a lopsided grin and swipes his thumb over my cheek, catching a stray tear. “You okay there, Emma?”
I force myself to take a deep breath, and only another strangled giggle escapes me. “Yeah. Peachy.”
Sebastian is watching me with an amused expression, one hand resting on my thigh. “Want to share with the class?”
Glancing behind me, I check on Carter. He doesn’t seem angry either, so maybe it’s safe to explain my thoughts. I know they’d never do anything to hurt me, but I don’t want to hurt their feelings either. They asked, and I can’t keep anything from them for some reason.
“I just realized I’ve been fucked bythree strangers,” I choke out. At this point, I think my laugh is starting to verge on slight panic. “A-after you basically kidnapped me from the side of the road. I should have my head checked.”
