by Celia Kyle
“So take the rest.”
And she did. She pushed and sank over him until his cock was completely enmeshed in her forbidden heat.
“Damn, you’re tight.” He turned to Emmett. “Just think about how tight her cunt is going to be.” She gasped and her pussy clenched, causing her ass to do the same. Oh yes, his mate liked a little dirty talk. “Do you want that? Emmett in your cunt while I’m in your ass?”
She nodded again.
Levy looked to his fellow Warden, noted the man’s feral need and the way he rapidly tugged on his dick. “What are you waiting for Emmett? Our mate needs you.”
The man eased closer, stalking him and Whitney like the wolf that lived inside him. Emmett knelt between their spread thighs, leaving Levy’s sight, but he could imagine his partner’s movements and he did what he could to speed the initial taking along. As soon as Emmett slipped inside Whitney, all of his friend’s hesitation would flee.
Gripping Whitney’s shoulders, gritting his teeth against the need to come, he eased her backward. “Lay back on me, sweet. Show Emmett the pussy that belongs to him.”
The change in position sent a lightning bolt of pleasure down his spine, caressing him from inside out, and he couldn’t wait to come inside her.
Now he could see Emmett, see the emotions that flitted across his long-time friend’s face. Worry. Love. Anxiousness. Love. Need. Love.
Levy spread his legs wider. “Come on, man, our mate needs us.”
“Need need need.” She panted and rocked her hips.
The other Warden’s eyes flared white and the color stuck, that part of him coming out to play. “Mine.”
There was suddenly no distance that separated them, no air that lurked between their bodies. A slight pressure, a tightening of her ass against his cock was the only hint that Emmett was with them. With them.
Thank God because he was so ready to come.
*
Emmett was gonna come. Fuck, he only had the head of his cock inside her snug pussy, and already her body was easing him toward release. Hell no, easing was too timid a word for what she did to him.
Whitney burned him.
He closed his eyes, savoring the sensations of sinking into her silken heat. He eased in and then retreated, feeding her pussy more and more of his length with every entrance. He wouldn’t last. Not with the way she gripped him, tightened and milked him.
His wolf howled in joy, overwhelmed with happiness at their impending mating. This was it. Apparently they’d half-assed this earlier, but now it was on purpose with pure, selfish intent. He wanted to get it done before she realized she’d made a bad bargain by mating him. He wasn’t soft and sweet like Levy. He growled and snarled and—
A stinging pinch came from his left arm. His eyes snapped open and he gazed at an angry, passion-glazed Whitney.
“When you’re fucking me, it’d be nice of you to be with me.” Fury tinted her words.
Pain suffused his heart and he stilled, his cock fully embed in her soaking wet pussy. “I’m not… I…” He leaned down, blanketed her body with his own and pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m not like Levy.”
She stroked his face and cupped his cheek. “Of course you’re not.”
“I can’t be sweet and gentle.”
“I know.”
“I don’t want to scare you. The things I want…”
Whitney rubbed her thumb along his cheek bone. “And I want them, too. You’re mine, Emmett. I have sweet behind me. Give me you. Give me everything.”
“Whitney…”
His mate closed the small distance between their lips and brushed a kiss across his mouth, licking at the seam and then slipping into him. Her flavors, the sweetness and warmth, washed over his tongue. It spurred his wolf, his other, into action. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Not when she was giving permission and enticing him to give her all of him.
Emmett’s hips moved of their own volition, sliding out of her clinging heat and in again. He savored the pleasure that surrounded his dick, the bliss that tugged at his balls as he pumped in and out of her.
His pace started gentle, easing her into a rhythm that would drive them all wild. With their position, Levy was a passive partner. But based on his sounds, the man had no trouble with laying back and enjoying the ride.
He dug his hands into the mattress beneath them, his fingers shifting into claws and piercing the soft surface. They’d definitely have a few additions to the hotel bill.
Whitney’s small hands gripped his shoulders, human nails stabbing his flesh, driving him wild with the added hint of pain. He picked up his pace, slamming their hips together in a lewd rhythm of flesh hitting flesh. The sounds of their meeting bodies filled the room, the echoes joined by their combined moans and groans.
Her pussy clung to him, tightening and releasing in a fierce milking beat. Their kiss continued, and she sucked his tongue, the sensation going straight to his cock. It twitched and pulse in time with her actions, shoving him closer to release. His balls pulled up high and tight against his body, hardening in preparation of emptying himself in his mate.
She’d be his soon. Theirs.
Pleasure raced along his spine, the ecstasy sliding through him with ease, and a shudder overtook his body. Fuck, his dick hurt and felt blissful at the same time. He wanted to come, but didn’t want the torment to end.
He shoved back his orgasm, concentrating instead on the kiss they shared, on the hardened nipples brushing his chest, and on the whimpers that transferred from her mouth to his.
“Harder, man.” Levy released a harsh groan.
Whitney pulled back enough to speak against his lips. “Please. Please, Emmett. Mate.”
The word, the admission on her lips, was enough to drive the wolf and the other mad. His beast roared forward, the crack and crunch of reforming bones warring with the sounds of their sex. Fur pushed through his pores to coat his arms and chest.
“Yes, claim me, my wolf.”
He went insane. Pounding into her heat, eyes locked on the pulse that beat beneath the skin of her throat. The wolf wanted her blood flowing over its tongue. Because that’d mean she belonged to them then. Theirs, theirs, theirs.
“Come for me first.” The words were barely intelligible, but the flare of light emanating from her body was not.
Her eyes bore into his and he was transfixed by the paling of the orbs. He didn’t understand the ramifications of mating Whitney, didn’t know what would happen to her, but he didn’t believe fate would give them a mate if it’d harm her. Well, harm her further.
He plunged into her, shaking the bed with his force and she gasped his name. “Emmett…”
“Like that?” He repeated the thrust, sending the headboard banging against the wall. They’d have to pay for that too.
“Please. Levy, make him—”
Levy couldn’t make him do anything. He chuckled, but picked up his pace anyway, anxious for her to come on his dick so he could come inside her. With every entrance, her pussy clenched, seemed to beg for his cum.
Soon. He’d give it to her soon.
Whitney writhed between them, body shifting and jerking and he knew her orgasm was within reach.
“Rub her clit, man.” Emmett grunted when she tightened and knotted around him.
He felt Levy’s hand snake between them and recognized the instant his partner found that little nub. Hell, the whole hotel knew when he found what he’d been hunting. Their mate screamed to the heavens, their names on her lips.
The regular pulsing of her cunt grew sporadic and uneven and he knew. She was there, right on the edge. “Damn it, come, love.”
Her gaze focused on his, only it was purely, completely Whitney’s other. It peered at him, strengthening and soothing him in equal measure and he recognized himself in her gaze.
Another, primal scream echoed in the room and a rush of power consumed him. Their mate lit up like a blazing star and it was enough to shove him over the edge.
His cock gave a violent shudder and then it was there. Pure bliss surrounded his balls and squeezed, and he could do nothing but listen to his body’s desires.
He came with a shuddering roar, pumping his hips jerkily against Whitney’s and he vaguely recognized Levy doing the same. Their cocks slid against one another, the thin tissues of her pussy and ass separating them. Yet he felt his friend come, felt the man pulse inside her.
He met Levy’s eyes and with unspoken agreement they struck.
Emmett sank his wolf’s canines into Whitney’s left shoulder, teeth slicing through her skin and flesh with ease. Pure, coppery-tinged ambrosia flowed over his tongue. His beast howled with the first hint, reveling in the final claiming of their mate. They were tied together with unbreakable bonds now. Both inside and out she was bound to them.
Then he felt it. The other shoved forward, pushed itself past the wolf and into Whitney. His power met Levy’s and jointly, the magic of their wolves filled their mate. A blinding, white light suffused his eyelids, burning into his eyes with the intensity.
The swell grew and grew until it consumed them. Nothing could be seen beyond the glow of their entwined bodies. One thought became another and another and he couldn’t tell his mental words from Whitney’s and Levy’s.
This went past the physical claiming of wolf and woman. The ties were soul deep and he knew, instinctively, that only death would ever part them. Eventually, the light dimmed and he opened his eyes, blinking away the bright spots that clouded his vision.
A barely-there thought flitted to him, pleasure tainted by pain, and he immediately slowed the suction and eased his teeth from Whitney’s shoulder while Levy did the same. The scent of her blood filled the room, battling with the musky flavors of their sex.
Emmett lapped at his mark, smug over the fact the bite would scar and every wolf would know she was claimed.
“Bastard.” Whitney’s words were slurred and garbled but still understandable. As were her emotions. He realized they’d shared hints of this exchange before, but now he read her without any effort at all.
Which meant she could also sense his feelings.
“Sticky.” She moaned and wiggled. “They were right. Threesome sex is squishy.”
Emmett chuckled and placed one last kiss to her shoulder. He eased back, shifting his weight and slowly pulling free of her clinging pussy. He wanted to remain buried inside her forever, but he had to admit, he was feeling rather sticky himself.
Disregarding her whines, he left her and went to the bathroom, anxious to get a washcloth to clean their mate. Levy could get his own if he wanted one.
“Asshole!”
Yeah, well, he didn’t care. Mate first.
“Aw,” Whitney sighed. “See? You can be sweet.”
He reentered the room and rolled his eyes. The two of them now lay on their side, Whitney facing him and giving him a gorgeous view of her curves.
Her no longer glowing curves. Not a hint of light seeped from her pores.
His mate stilled and looked down at her body. “You’re right!” She pushed up and then looked over her shoulder. He easily sensed her frustration and annoyance. “Get your dick out of my ass. I gotta see myself and I can’t do that with a telephone pole inside me.”
Now he felt Levy’s cockiness. Dick.
Why yes, my dick is inside her.
“You want it in there ever again? Get it out now.”
His partner harrumphed, but did as she demanded. A small wince flitted across her features, but it disappeared as quickly as it had arrived.
The moment she was free, she scrambled to her feet and then froze. “Ew, really, really squishy.” She held out her hand. “Gimme. I love you guys, but this is seriously gross.”
The room stilled, time suspended, and even Whitney had a look of surprise on her face. Seconds ticked by, her words sinking into them all, but then he felt it. He felt the pure truth through the connection they’d formed during the mating. There were no secrets between them. There never could be.
“Whitney…” Emotion clogged Levy’s throat and Emmett realized he’d be the one to say it back.
“Whitney. Love.” He dropped the damp washcloth and reached for her, pulling her into his arms. Her curves were perfect against him. “We love you, too. So, so much. It’s fast and we have so many things to talk about and learn, but it’s there. At least the first bit and we’ll—”
And then all hell broke loose.
Chapter Five
Whitney wasn’t sure what had happened to her during their mating. At some point there were bright lights. At the time, and all she could think about was some short, older lady telling her not to go into the light. Then she realized she wasn’t Carol Anne and she wasn’t starring in a remake of Poltergeist. Plus, she was pretty sure Poltergeist wasn’t a porn vid.
But the mating details didn’t matter because she now stood with a wide-eyed Emmett who was babbling about the two men loving her, and her heart was about to burst. She reached for the cloth, more than ready to rid herself of the “squishy” in favor of the whole “love profession” part of the day. Of course that idea had to be bashed to the ground.
There was no sexy meeting of lips and then awkward after-sex wipe up.
Nope, she got old dudes raiding her room.
The double doors slammed open, intricately carved panels banging against the walls. The collision sent a shower of drywall raining onto the carpet. And within the doorway stood a man she’d never wanted to see again bracketed by four, equally old guys.
And she was naked. Damn it, why did crap have to go down while she was naked?
In a blink, Levy stood before her, blocking her view of the men and Emmett immediately joined him. Well, apparently they didn’t care about being naked, but she sure as hell did. Leaning over, she tugged on a sheet, yanking and pulling on the damn thing with all of her might. When it didn’t come free, she realized her might was very small.
One last, giant wrench and she had the fabric free. It came loose so suddenly that she thumped to the ground and sprawled on the carpeted floor. Damn it. She looked around and realized attentions were still on her guys and not on her lovely display of bedroom acrobatics. Good.
Whitney pushed to her feet and wrapped the sheet around her a few times, tucking the ends within the folds so it would stay up on its own. Dressed-ish, she focused on the men who had killed her squishy buzz.
Sarvis was front and center, rage etched in every saggy feature. His eyes weren’t the mud brown that she’d seen the previous day, but were now a dirty cream whereas her mate’s always shined a brilliant white. This guy had magic, but it looked…
Tainted. Levy’s voice floated through her head.
That seemed right.
So, Sarvis was the head old guy and if the colors of his eyes went along with his power, he didn’t seem like he’d be much of a threat. Why were her mates hanging back? She wanted the old guys gone. Finite. Kaput.
Not that easy. He has friends and they know we won’t leave you vulnerable long enough to take care of them. They’ll go after you, Whitney. It would be best if you stayed alive. Damn, that was the most words she’d ever heard Emmett speak. If telepathy counted as speaking.
And, hey, she wanted to stay alive, too. They were all on the same page with that. Go Team Living!
“Sarvis.” Yeah, that was the Emmett she knew and loved.
The Elder pinched his lips until they formed a white slash across his face. “You did it, didn’t you? I smell the filth of your mating. You had to ruin everything and mate with that thing.”
Levy growled, the sound scaring even her.
Sarvis didn’t look the least bit worried. “Enough,” he snapped, but Levy kept the threat rolling through the room and the old man had to speak over her mate. “You don’t understand what you’ve done. The five families have sacrificed so much to be where we are today. Blood of our forefathers went into changing the spells and altering memories of the Warden Born and y
our actions have undone it all. You’re ruining it with this woman.”
He might have just said “whore.”
Which she wasn’t, thank you very much.
“How is finding a mate wrong, Sarvis?” Emmett seemed to swell in size, and she held her breath.
Shit.
After receiving the “invitation” to the Gathering, Whitney and her sisters had gotten down with the research. Books were re-read, they hopped on the World Wide Werewolf Web and generally gobbled up any information about wolves they could. Some of that info included details on Wardens. Like the fact Wardens could be man, wolf, and then a freaky middle of the road form. It was that half-shift that spawned werewolf legends.
They became the scariest beasts imaginable. Muscles thickened and bulged while their height topped seven feet. Fingers turned into massive, deadly claws and their faces froze into a shape that was a cross between human and beast. Even their feet sported vicious nails. One kick and a person would be gutted.
“How is finding a mate wrong?” He repeated his question. “Is it because it proves the laws are wrong?” Her larger mate sneered. “Who decided Wardens were not to mate? Who decided single wolves couldn’t be with humans? Who thought they had the right to—”
“The five families, that’s who!” Energy crackled in the room and the hairs on her arms stood on end. “We made this culture. We made wolves what they are today. The laws exist for a reason.”
Levy shook his head. “There can never be a good reason to deny wolves their mates, Sarvis. I love you like a father, but you’re wrong.”
A soft breeze blew through the room, sending her impromptu dress swaying. The head asshole wasn’t pulling that particular string, so who was? Whitney absently listened to the three men arguing as she surveyed the other pissed off jerks.
One after another met her gaze, hate in every one of their dirty milk hued eyes. So much disgust and they didn’t even know her. The hatred had damaged them. She knew that just as well as she knew her name.
Her attention shifted to the man to the right of Sarvis. He was tinged with loathing, but his concentration was focused on her. Another breeze came, this one stronger than the last.
