Page 54 of Mated to the Werewolves
My cum shoots onto Emma’s belly, thick streaks of it painting her pussy and Carter’s legs, the sight so fucking erotic, I tremble again. Troy milks me perfectly, alternating shallow hip thrusts with pumps of my cock until I’m a whimpering, shaking mess. Then he grabs my hips hard enough to bruise and buries himself deeper, filling me with hot jets of cum. The pleasureleaves us both gasping, but he wraps himself around me when he’s done and carefully tips us both to the side.
I grasp his hand and hold on tight, too raw and spent to talk. He seems to know I need to feel close to him, though, because he half covers my body with his and throws his heavy leg over mine, pinning me to the bed.
“You okay?” he asks. His tongue comes out to clean that last bite, lapping tenderly at the punctures in my skin. “I wasn’t too rough with you?”
I reach back and run my fingers through his shaggy fur. “No, you were perfect. I needed that. I’ll feel you in my ass for hours, Troy.”
He lets out a contented sigh. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I murmur.
When I pry my eyes open, I find Emma staring at us. Carter is slowly stroking her belly, spreading my cum all over her skin, no doubt imagining that seedinsideher instead of smeared on top of her. He seems a little out of it—and I can’t blame him. I can’t fucking wait to knot Emma, though that will have to wait until tomorrow, I suspect. But while Carter is coming down from his orgasm, I can see the cogs turning in Emma’s mind. Her expression turns wistful.
I narrow my eyes, replaying the last few moments in my head. She was absolutely blissed-out after her orgasm, so what…?
Then it hits me.
Troy told me helovedme. And I said it back because that’s the most natural thing to do. Ithoughtshe’d slipped earlier when she said that she loved being knotted, but I was too impatient for another round to really pay it enough attention.
So, our mate wants to know she’s loved? I hide my grin in the pillow, covering it with a yawn. If that’s what she needs to feel completely safe, I’ll make sure she hears it every day fromnow on. But the first one needs to be just right. If I blurted it out now, she wouldn’t believe me—she’d think I was just being nice to include her after I’d already said it to Troy. No, I’ll have to wait and drop it at exactly the right moment so she’ll have no doubts about it.
When Troy’s knot releases, I groan at the feel of his cum dripping out of me.
“I’m a fucking mess,” I complain half-heartedly. “We’ll have to change all the sheets, too.”
Troy slaps my ass, then pushes me down into the mattress and settles his weight over me. His lips find the sensitive spot under my ear, and he presses a kiss there, then licks me lightly. “I’ll take care of the sheets. You can help Carter with Emma.”
I groan and wiggle under him, my body somehow still responding to his manhandling. I fully blame the upcoming moon madness—and our newly mated status—because I should be half dead by now.
But my mate needs me, so I scramble from the bed and motion at Emma, who has slid off Carter’s cock while Troy was cuddling me.
“Come on,” I coax her. “Let’s get in the shower and leave these two to do all the dirty work.”
Emma glances back at Carter, who gives her a soft smile and a kiss to her lips.
“Go,” he says. “We’ll follow you soon.”
She takes my hand, and I pull her to her feet. She wobbles slightly, no doubt dehydrated and exhausted after this new round of fucking, so I dip down and scoop her into my arms. It’s a testament to how tired she is when she simply winds her arms around my shoulders and puts her cheek on my chest.
I glance at Carter, whose cock is still half hard as he reclines against the pillows. I bet we would all gladly go another round, but this is what we talked about earlier—Emma is human andneeds her rest. We’ll have to adjust to that and make sure she’s well taken care of, not just tomorrow night but always.
I’ve always enjoyed a challenge. I want to know Emma’s every preference, from her favorite food to the kind of sheets and sleepwear she prefers. Every little bit counts.
We enter the bathroom, and I set her lightly on the tiled floor and start the shower, then nudge her inside the large stall.
She puts a hand out to support herself against the wall, then blinks up at me. “I don’t think I’ve ever had so many showers in one day.”
I grin. “Well, you don’t have to take one right now. I’ll be more than happy if you continue wearing my cum, but speaking from experience, it does get itchy when it dries.”
She smiles and rolls her eyes at me, then steps under the spray. “What is it with you guys and cum? Is this a werewolf thing?”
I join her inside, take the bodywash, and pour a dollop into my palm. “It’s a scent thing. You smell like me and Carter now, but also like Troy, from before. Any other wolf who met you would instantly know you’re ours.” I bite my tongue, realizing how these words might sound to a human. “I mean, our mate, not our property, I didn’t…”
Emma stands on her tiptoes and kisses me lightly. “It’s all right, I know what you meant. So, having your scent on me helps you somehow?”
“Yeah. It’s hard to explain, but until we’re fully bonded, with bites I mean, our wolves will be…restless.” I motion at myself, still in my half form. “Smelling myself on you calms me slightly.”
She eyes the bottles of shampoo. “So if I just wash with water and don’t use the scented stuff…?”
