Page 57 of Mated to the Werewolves
Then Carter clears his throat. “I haven’t considered that. When it was just Troy and me, there wasn’t an issue, obviously.”
“And when I joined the pack, we discovered the amazing art of spit-roasting,” Sebastian supplies helpfully.
A giggle escapes me. “Spit-roasting? Is that what it’s called?”
“What Seb is trying to say,” Carter goes on in a slightly louder voice, “is that we didn’t really have to stop. We just took turns and switched out positions, and everyone was happy all the time.”
I shrug. “Well, if you’re fine with that arrangement for tomorrow, we can try and see what happens. No matter how moon-crazy you are, I know you’ll listen to me—and each other. If I ask you to stop, you’ll stop, and if I need rest, you’ll let me.”
Troy’s eyes widen. “You trust us that much?”
“I trusted you enough to stay here, didn’t I?” I can’t help but scowl at his incredulous question. “To sleep in the same bed as three strange men who told me in no uncertain terms they wanted to fuck me?”
Carter snorts. “Yeah, you did that.” He runs his fingers through his hair and lets out a long breath. “Okay. No schedules needed, then?”
I settle back on my chair and cross my arms over my chest. “Nope. And also, no more sex for me tonight. My pussy needs to recover before tomorrow.”
The guys laugh, but not one of them complains. Sebastian urges me to eat some more, and I end up clearing most ofmy plate, more ravenous than I realized. Then I help Sebastian make ham and cheese sandwiches for tomorrow while Carter and Troy clean up from dinner. We end up snuggled in the big bed with a movie playing, projected onto the white-painted wall by the door. It’s cozy and comfortable, and I want to stay awake and enjoy my time with my mates, but it’s suddenly so hard to keep my eyelids open.
I lean my head on Carter’s chest and close my eyes for just a moment. Then maybe they can tell me what I missed in the movie, and…
I wake up slowly,pale winter light streaming into the room from behind the curtains. I’m warm and rested, and my mind feels sluggish but clear, as if I’ve had a really good night’s sleep. I move my legs—and realize the soft, heavy blanket covering me is breathing.
My heart skips happily. I’m in my pack’s house, and one of my men is holding me close, his warm breaths ruffling the hair on top of my head. Carefully, I peel back the sheet covering my front and find a claw-tipped hand splayed over my belly, right under my breasts. From the sandy-colored fur covering the arm attached to it, I know it’s Troy wrapped so tight around me.
I listen to the sounds in the room and determine we’re probably alone. Troy snores softly, his body relaxed next to mine, so I roll over and raise myself on my elbows so I can watch him from up close.
All the other times when he shifted, we’d both been in a hurry to get off, so I take this opportunity to study him. His scars are more visible in this form than when he’s human, and I wonder if that means he fought his former alpha like this. Probably—he’d be stronger this way, and compared to his full wolf form, he’d have better control. I hate that he had to live through that, though I’m happy he did it and got free.
I lift a hand and brush my fingers through the shaggy fur on top of his head, thinking just to stroke him, but I accidentally nudge one pointed, furred ear, and it twitches to attention. Troy’s next inhale is faster, and when I look up at his eyes again, they’re open and fixed on me.
“Good morning,” he rumbles, his voice sleep-roughened and deep. “What time is it?”
I lean in to kiss his cheek. “No clue. I’m sorry for waking you. I only just woke up and found you wrapped around me.”
He huffs out a breath. “Does that bother you?”
“No,” I answer truthfully. “I don’t usually like being held during the night, but I haven’t slept that well in ages.”
Troy lets out a satisfied hum. “That’s because this is your pack. And your den.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “Everything justfits. It’s amazing.”
He arches one furry eyebrow and leers at me. “There’s something more that willfityou very soon.”
I laugh but let my gaze travel down his body. The blanket covers him from the chest down, but the outline of his erect cock is visible nevertheless, the fabric tented over it. Biting my lip, I tug on the blanket until I expose him completely, and heat rushes through my body at the sight.
His thick cock stands up from his body, the knot at the bottom already half filled. From how Carter felt inside me yesterday, I know it will inflate more once it’s lodged in my pussy, but it’s already impressive, as are the veins running over the entire length.
“I got myself off in the shower about two hours ago,” Troy murmurs. “Not that it helped much.”
I snap my attention back to his face. “You did? I thought you slept with me through the night.”
He shakes his head. “We didn’t want to wake you before you were fully rested so we took turns in the shower.”
The image his words paint has my breathing growing faster. Imagining how that must have looked is sending all my blood right to my pussy, and I can feel myself getting wet.
I clear my throat and squeeze my hands into fists to keep from grabbing Troy’s cock. “Where are Carter and Sebastian?”
