by Becca Van
“Will I become like you?” Emmy asked in a soft voice.
“No, baby,” Declan answered.
Jett held up his finger. “However, you will be stronger, faster, heal quickly, and your senses will be off the charts.”
“This is for life, Emmy,” Brooks said. “There is no divorce or separation. Once you’re mated to us, we’ll never let you go.”
Jett leaned back against the wall and asked Brooks’ earlier question. “Do you agree to be ours, Emmy?”
“Yes,” she answered emphatically without any hesitation.
“Broden, we’re going to be tied up for the rest of the day,” Declan said just before he closed the bedroom door with a soft click.
Brooks didn’t remember even thinking about moving, but when he blinked the lusty haze from his eyes, he was kneeling at Emmy’s feet with his hands cupping her cheeks. When he saw the eager yet nervous look in her eyes, he closed his own, pressed his forehead against hers, and drew in a deep steady breath. It didn’t help. Being so close to her and smelling the amazing perfume of her skin mixed with the sweet, musky aroma of her desire had his whole body quaking. Without opening his eyes, he tilted her head and pressed his lips to hers.
She made a soft, low whimpering sound that broke all of his hard-won control.
Brooks slanted his mouth over hers, his tongue delving in between her lips and teeth, and he tasted her. He rubbed his tongue along hers, before swirling it around in a passionate dance before he tasted everything she was.
Hunger roared through his blood, pumping his muscles up even more, and for a moment he was worried his polar bear was about to explode out.
Emmy moaned before she turned her head aside and gasped in a breath. Brooks tugged the quilt off of her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her down into his lap. The second her ass landed on his thighs, he tightened his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She gasped when her panties-covered pussy connected with the hard ridge in his pants.
“Brooks, get her up on the bed,” Declan demanded in a low growly voice.
He glanced at Declan and Jett, feeling a little guilty for monopolizing their mate without thinking of his friends. He met Emmy’s gaze and said, “Hold on to me, darlin’.”
When she hooked her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, he got to his feet, taking her with him. Jett hurried to the bed, grasped the quilt, and pulled it toward the end of the mattress. Brooks placed a knee on the edge of the bed and then lowered Emmy onto her back in the middle. His first instinct was to follow her down, cover her body with his own, and devour her, but when he glanced at his friends and saw them staring at their mate with awe, he took a step back.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” Jett rasped out.
“Fucking beautiful,” Declan declared just before he grasped the back of his shirt and pulled it off with one tug.
“Oh god,” Emmy groaned as her gaze wandered over Declan’s defined chest.
Not to be outdone, Jett grabbed the neck of his T-shirt and pulled. The sound of material rending seemed loud in the now quiet room.
Emmy’s eyes widened and then her lids lowered to half-mast as she eyed Declan and Jett over.
Brooks decided to go a step further. He quickly removed his T-shirt, toed off his shoes, flicked the button on his jeans, and lowered the zipper. Emmy’s gaze shifted to him, and she licked her lips as he shoved his jeans down over his hips, before kicking them off.
She started panting as she perused his big, muscular body, but when she got to his groin and stared at the formfitting knit cotton covering his cock, she tensed.
Brooks froze, worried that she’d changed her mind. Was there something about his body that she didn’t like? He closed his eyes in defeat as he sucked a breath in through his nose. He mentally shook his head. Her scent didn’t lie. The perfume of her arousal was stronger than ever, which told him she liked what she was seeing. So why had she tensed? Was she intimidated by his size? When he remembered that she told them about her one and only boyfriend, Brooks realized that she probably was more than a little nervous. He and his friends were proportionate all over.
Brooks ignored Jett and Declan as they stripped down to their boxers. Emmy needed to feel safe for their first mating to work. He climbed up onto the bed and straddled her hips. When she reached toward him, he clasped her wrists in his hands, lifted them over her head, and pressed them into the mattress. “I can’t let you touch me right now, darlin’,” he said. “If I feel your hands on me, I’m not sure I’ll last.”
Emmy nodded and relaxed in his hold.
“Just remember that none of us will ever hurt you, Emmy. We’ll go as slow as you need us to. Okay?”
“Okay,” she sighed out.
Brooks bent down and slammed his mouth over hers. She moaned and opened to him immediately, dancing and dueling her tongue with and around his. When his lungs began to burn, he broke the kiss before licking and nibbling his way over her jaw toward her neck. He kissed, sucked, and lapped at the skin of her neck, and when he felt her shiver as he found erogenous zones, he made sure to spend time on those sweet spots. He felt the mattress dip on either side of him and knew that Jett and Declan had joined them on the bed.
He released her wrists and was pleased when she kept her arms where he’d left them and then worked his way down toward her chest. When he heard a muffled whimper, he glanced up to find Declan devouring her mouth rapaciously. Jett was sucking and licking at her neck, and he even nipped her earlobe before laving it with his tongue.
When he got to her breasts, he pressed his nose between the soft, warm silky globes and inhaled deeply. He and his bear moaned with excitement at the same time. She smelt so good, so right. Emmy was everything he’d ever dreamed about. Home and heart. She filled an empty space he didn’t know he’d had until he first saw her, and he could still barely believe she’d accepted to be his, to be theirs. He was nervous and excited to claim her for all time, but he couldn’t let his eagerness take over. Brooks needed to go slowly so he didn’t overwhelm or scare Emmy in any way.
There was no way in hell he was giving her a reason to change her mind.
* * * *
Emmy’s insides were on fire. She’d thought she been hungry for their touch before, but that was nothing compared the fiery need racing through her blood now. Her panties were saturated from the honey which continually leaked from her pussy. Her womb and clit were aching so much it was almost painful, and her breasts felt as if they’d doubled in size, they were that swollen. Her clit felt as if it had its own heartbeat, and although she felt as if she was interminably empty, she also felt as if she was about to explode.
Her mind and body felt as if they were warring with each other, and Emmy wasn’t sure which way was up. Brooks, Jett, and Declan were lethal and they weren’t even making love to her yet. She wasn’t sure she would survive their passionate potency once they started touching her in earnest.
She shivered as cool air drifted over her hot skin and goose bumps raced over her flesh, and she groaned with need as Declan kissed her hungrily.
When she felt Brooks’ fingers flick the front clasp of her bra open and the cups sprang apart, Emmy stopped breathing altogether and froze. Declan released her lips, lifted his head, and met her gaze with a frown.
“Look at those gorgeous babies,” Jett rasped close to her ear.
She bit her lip when Declan turned his gaze toward her chest and hoped that they liked what they were seeing. Emmy didn’t think her breasts were anything special since they were average in size, but she supposed she’d seen them every day for a long time so she wasn’t the best judge of such things. Not that she’d had anything to compare them to either. She didn’t go around asking other women to lift their tops and bare their wares so she could see how her breasts looked against someone else’s. Emmy snorted and swallowed down a giggle, but she couldn’t stop a smile from curving her lips.
“What’s so f
unny, love?” Jett asked.
Emmy giggled and wondered if they’d think she was nuts if she told them, but she didn’t want to hide anything from them. In the short time she’d known these three men, they’d already brought her out of her shell. That was when she remembered she’d lied to them about her surname, and she glanced away guiltily.
“Emmy, talk to us, darlin’.” Brooks cupped her cheek so she couldn’t look away.
“I was just being silly.”
“I like silly.” Jett winked at her.
Emmy quickly told them about her weird thoughts. Brooks laughed so hard he had moisture in his eyes. Although Declan only chuckled, from the sparkle in his eyes he found her thoughts amusing. Jett howled with mirth and he ended up falling off the bed.
Once their laughter died down, Emmy cleared her throat and said, “I lied to you.”
She met each of their gazes and closed her eyes when she saw the frowns on their faces. Declan was so tense he was grinding his teeth, and he looked as if he was about to start yelling at her. Brooks looked as if he’d stopped breathing, and while Jett’s face was a blank mask, she could tell he was tense by the way his pectorals were twitching.
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t know you and told you that my surname was Watson. It’s not. It’s Warren.”
“Don’t worry about it, baby. We understand why you lied,” Declan said.
“You had every reason to be wary, love.” Jett bent over and kissed her lips.
“If I’d been you, I’d have done the same thing, darlin’,” Brooks said right before he cupped both of her breasts in his hands.
And just like that the warm embers in her belly, which had dulled down, flared to a fiery inferno again.
Brooks kneaded and molded her breasts and then released them. Cream gushed from her pussy, and she quaked when Brooks and Jett both sucked a nipple into their mouths and flicked their tongues over the sensitive peaks.
Declan released her lips, and when she opened her eyes and met his gaze, she felt as if she was drowning in those amazing green orbs, as if she was answering his silent call and falling into him, until she felt as if her spirit was merging with his.
“Did you just come, baby?” he asked in a deep hoarse voice.
Emmy nodded. “I think so.”
“You think so?” Brooks asked after lifting his mouth from her, from the skin just below her breasts.
She nodded again.
“If you only think so then we’re not doing it right,” Jett said.
Emmy wasn’t sure what to say to that. Everything they’d done to her so far had been amazing. She felt so needy and out of control and yet she wanted so much more.
She gazed at Brooks when he nudged her legs farther apart and slipped his thumbs into under the elastic of her panties near her hips. “Have you ever orgasmed before, darlin’?”
Emmy shook her head and then nodded as heat suffused her cheeks. Brooks winked at her and said, “Let me rephrase that, Emmy. Have you ever orgasmed with a man before?”
She glanced away and licked her lips, but her eyes locked with Jett’s. He clasped her chin between his finger and thumb. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, love. We haven’t had any women in our lives for over five years. We’re used to taking care of our own needs when they become too much.”
Emmy moaned and closed her eyes. She could just picture Jett stroking his cock with his own hand until he shuddered in climax.
“No,” she answered the question when she was sure she could speak without croaking.
She forced her lids up and held her breath as Brooks tugged her panties down over her hips toward her knees. She was about to kick them off, but he was faster. Before she could exhale he was flinging them over the side of the bed.
“Fuck!” Brooks growled as he stared at her bare mound.
Ever since Emmy had hit puberty, she’d hated having pubic hair, so she’d saved up her money and when she could afford to, she’d had her short and curlies removed with laser treatment. She just hoped that they liked her being bare, too.
“That has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Declan gasped in a deep ragged breath.
“Perfection.” Jett leaned over and covered her mouth with his. The kiss they shared was rapaciously wild and carnally passionate.
Emmy sobbed with excited anticipation when she felt Brooks’ warm breath waft over her wet pussy, and then she groaned when Declan sucked a nipple into his mouth.
She shook when Brooks pushed her legs wider and moaned when he caressed a finger up through her folds. Her pussy clenched and juices wept from her entrance.
Jett broke the kiss and worked his way down toward her other breast. He cupped the globe in his hands, lifted it toward his mouth, and swiped his tongue over the throbbing tip. Emmy gasped and arched her chest up toward Jett and Declan.
The instant she flopped back onto the bed was the moment Brooks rimmed the tip of his tongue around her pussy hole. She groaned when his tongue dipped into her wet well and shivered when he licked his way up through her folds. Emmy gasped and groaned when he laved the flat of his tongue over her engorged, sensitive nub and didn’t even realize she’d moved her arms until she threaded her fingers into Jett’s and Declan’s hair.
Her fingers and palms tingled with sensitivity as did the rest of her body.
A shudder raced up her spine when Brooks hooked his arms under her knees and spread her legs wider. Her breath caught in her throat when he nibbled on her clit with his lips, and as he sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth, he pressed a finger into her entrance.
That was all it took to send her flying.
Emmy screamed as euphoria washed over her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Her pussy clamped down on the tip of Brooks’ finger before releasing and clenching down again. Her body shook and shivered, and honey dripped from her vagina as she climaxed. The nirvana was so intense she wasn’t sure she could take any more, but as the last aftershock faded and she opened her eyes, her clit throbbed and heat invaded her body, again.
Even though she’d just experienced the first orgasm ever given to her by a man, she was nowhere near satisfied.
She craved to have one of her men inside her, relieving the intense fiery need consuming her from the inside out.
“Please?”
Chapter Ten
Declan couldn’t wait another second. He needed to claim Emmy and he needed her now. Seeing her climax was beautiful and special, and while he knew he should let Brooks have her first, he couldn’t.
“Move,” Declan ordered in a hard voice.
Brooks took one look at him and maneuvered out from between Emmy’s splayed thighs. He felt guilty for being a greedy asshole, but his bear was riding him so hard, his fur was sprouting and receding intermittently.
As soon as Brooks rolled from the bed, Declan stood, shoved his boxers down, and crawled up between Emmy’s legs. He took a second to swipe his tongue through all that delectable cream and growled with approval as her sweet honey coated his tongue. If he hadn’t been so on edge he would have spent hours eating her pussy, but he would have to save that for another time.
Declan locked gazes with Emmy, taking no notice of Brooks as he got onto the bed beside her. He gripped the base of his hard dick with his hand and aligned his erection with her sopping cunt.
When he realized her eyes were wide as she stared at his hard dick, he closed his eyes and tried to regulate his breathing, counting to five each time he inhaled and exhaled. He opened his eyes and shifted a little closer to her. “Are you ready for me, baby?”
Emmy nodded. “Yes.”
Declan said a prayer of thanks to whichever deity was listening and then started to press in. She was so fucking tight and he was so distended, he hoped he wasn’t hurting her. He kept his eyes locked with hers and pushed until the head of his throbbing dick popped through her constricted folds.
“Oh,” Emmy moaned.
“You okay, love?” Thankfully
, Jett asked the question Declan wanted to voice, but his tongue felt so thick in his mouth he wasn’t sure he’d be able to form any words.
“Yeah,” she gasped.
“Let’s help our mate relax,” Brooks said.
Declan waited, statue still, as Brooks slanted his mouth over Emmy’s, kissing her hungrily. Jett plucked and pinched at one nipple while suckling on the other. Declan knew then that Emmy loved having her nipples played with because each time Jett squeezed and licked them, her pussy muscles quivered and clenched.
After glancing at his tingling fingertips and seeing his claws hadn’t erupted, Declan gripped her hips and stroked in further. His breath was sawing in and out of his lungs and sweat beaded on his brow. Her wet cunt was so hot and tight, he wanted to shove into her until he was balls-deep, but he didn’t want to hurt her, so he held his yearning in check.
The more Jett and Brooks touched and kissed her, the wetter she got and her internal muscles began to loosen.
Declan drew back and then rocked forward, being careful not to go too hard or fast, giving her time to adjust to his slow penetration.
He didn’t care how long it took him until he was buried to the hilt as long as Emmy only ever felt pleasure.
Brooks released her lips and kissed his way over to her neck. When he sucked on the sensitive spot just beneath her ear, he groaned. Her hot honey bathed his cock and her pussy rippled around his dick.
“Oh, Declan,” Emmy moaned as her head rolled back and forth on the pillow. “You feel so good.”
“So do you, baby,” he rasped out.
“I need more.” Her legs trembled just before her hips bowed up toward his.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Emmy.”
“You won’t. I trust you, Declan. Please, I want all of you inside of me. I won’t break.”
Declan ground his teeth, drew back until the tip of his cock was resting in her entrance, and then he surged back in until he was fully embedded in her wet heat.
