by Celia Kyle
“Oh, sweet, you need us more than you know.” Callused hands stroked her legs, sliding over her calves, past her knees and then to the tops of her thighs. “You need us desperately.” Those palms continued their journey, easing toward her aching center. “Urgently.” His fingers traced where her thighs met her hips, his thumbs dipping down and so damned close to her wet, panty-clad slit she wanted to cry. “Your pussy is begging for us.”
The words wrapped around her, stroked her, and sent her arousal higher. Each syllable plucked her nipples and kneaded her breasts. Wait, those were real hands, Emmett’s hands. She moaned and allowed her head to drop back to rest on the wolf’s shoulder. Yes, she loved their touch. Every word that fell from Levy’s mouth was true. Every. Single. One.
She whimpered and tilted her hips, hoping to force him where she desired him most. Emmett continued to tease her through the T-shirt she still wore. Every tug on her nipples went straight to her clit forcing the bundle of nerves to pulse. Her pussy clenched, tightening on air and she knew that in moments she would be filled by one of their cocks. But whose?
Screw it, she didn’t really care. One of her mates would slip into her wet cunt, and the other would ease into her ass. They’d take her, thrust in and out of her, until they came together and sank their teeth into her flesh. They’d be tied as one then. Forever and ever and fuck you Sarvis if he tried to tear them apart.
Then her thoughts scattered. Blown to bits when Levy’s thumbs finally came in contact with her sex lips, he stroked and pet her through the thin fabric of her wet panties. Up and down he teased her slit, the fabric blunting the sensation, but still giving her pleasure.
She moaned and rocked against his touch. “Levy.”
The annoying man chuckled. “Yes, sweet? Is there something you needed?”
Whitney whimpered. “Touch me.”
“Oh, I’m touching you. So is Emmett. We’ve both got our hands on you.”
Stupid cocky man. “But,” she whined.
Those thumbs traced the laced edge of her panties, tips dipping beneath the trim and stroking her soaked heat. “This what you want?”
Whitney rocked and wiggled, fighting for more from Levy while she arched her back and pushed her breasts firmer against Emmett’s palms. “Please please please.”
“I think you should give her what she wants, Levy.” Emmett traced her ear with his tongue and the caress sent a shudder through her body straight to her pussy.
She nodded. “Yes, what he said.”
Levy, her sweet, caring Levy gave her an evil grin. “I’ll think about it.” With a wink, his attention turned back to the juncture of her thighs, his gaze firmly centered on his hands. He tormented and teased her, fingers dipping behind the fabric and petting her soaked pussy before retreating once again.
“If you don’t gimme what I want, I swear I’ll… I’ll do something really mean and horrible and please touch me!”
Warm breath bathed her inner thigh and Levy lapped at her skin, pressing a soft kiss to her heated flesh. “You just had to ask, sweet.” He licked her and caught some of her skin between his teeth. The blunted sting sent another bolt of pleasure through her and she moaned. “Sit still.”
She whimpered, determined to do as he asked. Beneath her gaze, his hand shifted. Like, it truly went from manly fingers to werewolf claws. Thin, pale nails became thick and black while skin gave way to pale fur. If she hadn’t been so aroused and needy, she would have been horrified. Okay, maybe not horrified, but it would have freaked her out a little.
But when the sound of tearing fabric hit the air—immediately followed by the coolness of the room fanning her slick pussy—she didn’t give a damn. Because then he was touching her. A single finger (thankfully human) teased the seam of her sex lips, tracing the line up and then down again, gathering more and more cream with every pass.
“Oh God, please…” Another great wrench of fabric and the chilled air bathed her breasts, the T-shirt she wore now shredded and hanging off her in tatters. She was bare before them, plump curves exposed to them both, and she cringed.
Whitney lifted her arms to cover herself, embarrassment and self-doubt assaulting her more and more for every second she was revealed. Only… only her arms were held captive by Emmett, his embrace forcing her to remain still. Levy kept his position between her thighs and his gaze held nothing but desire.
The blue she loved alternated and shifted from blue to amber to white and then cycled again. But his thoughts were easily read in his gaze.
He wanted her. “So beautiful.”
“Gorgeous.”
“Ours.”
“Levy. Emmett,” she whispered and squirmed.
Levy eased forward, and his breath fanned over her flesh, sending goose bumps racing up her spine. He stopped a hairsbreadth from where she wanted him most.
“Do you need him, love?” Emmett’s voice was barely more than a growl in her ear.
“Y-Yes.” She did. So, so, gimme-gimme bad.
“What do you need?” His words vibrated through her.
“Tell me what you want, Whitney.” The air puffed across her swollen lower lips.
“Lick me,” she whispered, but the wolves had no problem hearing her.
Levy stuck his tongue out and flicked the top of her slit. “Here?”
She nodded.
“Words, sweet.”
She moaned and dropped her head back against Emmett’s shoulder. “Please lick my pussy.”
“Aw, sweet, you just had to ask.”
A millisecond later, she was insanely glad she’d asked. Levy didn’t hesitate to give her what she desired. The moment the last syllable dripped from his lips, he made love to her.
Levy pressed her legs wider with his hands, gripping her inner thighs with tender pressure and she let him do as he wished. Those teasing thumbs eased her sex lips apart, exposing her to his gaze.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful.” His tone was filled with awe.
Whitney opened her mouth to tell him her pussy wasn’t exactly the Mona Lisa, but then her world was wrapped in a haze of pleasure.
The wolf between her thighs licked her from the very center of her heat to her clit and back again. One long lap after another, he bathed her in bliss. Again and again, circling her needy opening and then on to the bundle of nerves that made her moan with pleasure.
“Levy. Need.” She couldn’t even form complete sentences.
And Emmett wasn’t a passive partner. He continued his seductive assault on her breasts while his mouth, that talented mouth, licked, nipped and sucked on her skin. Even more, the wicked words that tumbled from his lips merely sent her blazing hotter.
“Do you like his tongue? Do you like the way he laps at your pretty pussy?”
Said pussy clenched, tightening and sending yet another jolt of pleasure through her veins. The men were going to burn her from the inside out. Now she understood why her sisters screamed all night and had goofy smiles all day.
“He’s going to make you come and then I’m going to slide my cock into you, love. Do you want that?” He captured the flesh of her shoulder between his teeth and bit down. A spear of pain ricocheted through her.
“Yes.”
“You want to come on my cock?”
Levy moaned against her pussy and flicked her clit while a blunt fingertip circled her entrance. Oh, God, circled and then pushed forward, easing into her sheath. She rocked her hips, tilting them in an effort to get him deeper and he allowed her to snatch that bit of control from him. Then his mouth latched on to the pleasurable bundle of nerves near the top of her slit.
“Yes.” The word came out with a breathy rasp.
“Then you have to come for your mate.”
That she could totally do. Especially when that single finger was joined by another, stretching her sheath wide. His tongue picked up a steady rhythm, flicking her clit while he added the tiniest bit of suction to his actions.
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p; “Uh-huh.” She tilted her head to the side, encouraging Emmett’s wanderings while she focused entirely on the sensations caused by the man between her thighs. She moaned and groaned with his every move. He licked, she whimpered. He sucked, she sighed. It went round and round, her body reacting to him and him reacting to her sounds.
Those thick fingers plunged in and out of her, the pads sliding over her G-spot with every pass and his mouth never lost its rhythm. Yes, that was what she needed. She needed the constant stimulation to shove her toward the edge of her release.
With every whispered word, nibble of her neck, and torturous caress to her pussy, she neared her climax. Her nipples hardened further and her pussy clenched and milked Levy’s invading fingers.
Whitney’s body trembled, her peak now looming before her. The pleasure was gathering, growing and expanding into an ever increasing bubble and any second now…
A tiny flick of pain invaded her increasing bliss, and that was all she needed. Her body reacted to the small ache by pouring pure, unadulterated ecstasy into her veins. She screamed with her release, body reacting so violently that she wrenched herself from Emmett’s arms. She arched, head thrown back as she roared. Flaring light filled the room, illuminating every nook and cranny as her body succumbed to Levy and Emmett’s ministrations.
Lava, hot and pure, washed through her, setting her nerves on fire and it added to the bliss of her release. Whitney’s muscles trembled, twitching, and jerking as wave after wave of ecstasy assaulted her. Hell, even her toes curled and that definitely hadn’t ever happened before. His tongue flicked, fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy and all she could do was ride the wave, enjoy the blissful torment.
Levy didn’t pause in his torture. He continued his pace while her body burst into flames, and she couldn’t have cared less. Not when she had them surrounding her. Not when she had them to keep her safe. Not when she had them to make her come a million times over the coming years.
When she couldn’t take any more, she reached for him, sliding her fingers through his hair and tugging on the blond strands. “Levy.” He sucked hard and glanced her clit with his fang once again. “Oh, God, Levy stop.”
She was sobbing, and she didn’t give a damn. It felt glorious and painful in equal measure. Part of her screamed for him to cease so she could breathe. The other part of her told her other half to shut the fuck up, she was coming, damn it.
Eventually—finally?—he eased his attentions, slowing his fingers and tongue until his touch barely registered. Whitney’s breath continued in heaving pants and the twitches and jerks kept randomly slipping through her, but at least she could think again.
Think about Levy.
And about Emmett.
And about having them both inside her.
Like, now.
*
Eyes locked on Whitney, Levy slipped his fingers free of her soaked pussy and brought them to his mouth. Craving even more of her taste, he lapped and licked the digits, savoring the salty musk of her juices. His mate blushed at his actions, red suffusing her cheeks. He wondered if she’d always be quick to embarrass.
He released his fingers with a low pop. “Delicious, sweet.”
With ease, he rolled to his feet, hardened cock bobbing within the confines of his thin pants, begging for the feel of her wrapped around his dick. He gripped his shaft through the fabric and stroked himself, shuddering with the blunted friction.
Emmett shifted, and he turned his attention to his fellow Warden as he spoke to Whitney. “Are you ready to be ours, love?”
Already his friend had it bad.
Whitney squirmed, reddening further. “I haven’t… I, uh… I mean, I have, but…”
His partner growled, wrapping his arms around their mate and he cupped her mound. “You’ve never had a man in this delicious pussy and ass at the same time.”
She whimpered, and a blush filled her entire body. “No.”
“Damn, sweet.” Levy growled, the wolf thrilling at the fact they’d be the only ones to possess that part of her. His shaft throbbed and hardened further while a drop of pre-cum formed at the tip, wetting his pajamas. “Need you.”
He looked over Whitney’s shoulder and met Emmett’s gaze, communicating without words. It was time. After long moments, the wolf finally nodded.
He held his hand out for her, noting the tremble of her fingers as she gripped him. Before she rose, Emmett stroked her pussy and that slight tremble turned into a violent shudder.
Levy tugged and she stumbled into him, her lush curves fitting against him as if she’d been made to cradle his body. Then again, she had.
“That feel good, sweet?”
She whimpered and wiggled against him, testing his resolve even further. He was going to come inside her, fill her with his scent as he bit and claimed her forever.
Distantly he knew Emmett moved around the room, stripping before he headed to the bedside table and retrieved the bottle of lube that had come with the room. The hotel staff had stocked the suites well.
“Are you ready, Whitney?” He brushed her tattered shirt from her shoulders then reached around her and stroked her back, sliding along her spine until he got to the crack of her ass. He didn’t stop there. No, he delved farther until her warmth met his fingertips. Between those cheeks lay heaven. “Are you ready for me to push my cock into your ass? It’s going to feel so good. So tight for me.”
Emmett’s growl snared their attention. Yeah, they’d talked about how they’d eventually take her, Levy in her pussy, taking her face-to-face, while Emmett enjoyed her ass. But the man had hidden himself from her long enough. He generally growled and snarled and had never been one to do well with women. His partner was a man of action and not pretty words.
Well, it was time for Whitney to see the softer side of her other mate.
“Please?”
“You want me in your ass?” Levy smirked when Emmett glared at him.
“Yes,” she hissed when his fingertip glanced her dark hole.
He could practically hear the other wolf’s curses and internal snarls. Not that it mattered. Emmett was head over heels for their mate and would do as she desired.
With a smirk, he nudged Whitney toward the bed. “In the middle, hands and knees.”
Without hesitating, she did as he directed, crawling into place, hands planted firmly on the soft mattress and ass and pussy fully exposed to him. Levy quickly shed his pants and then eased behind her. He held out his hand, grinning when the bottle was slapped onto his palm hard enough to cause a little sting. “Emmett, why don’t you get under our mate and lick her little clit while I get her ready.” He popped the top, noting the little shiver that traveled over her body in a wave. “And, sweet, feel free to suck his cock.”
It took a few moments of shifting bodies to get into position, but then he had them both where he wanted them. He’d never taken the lead so firmly before and he was finding he liked it. A lot.
Levy drizzled some of the viscous fluid along the crease of Whitney’s ass, smiling when she moaned around Emmett’s cock. He didn’t care why she made the arousing sound, he was simply happy they could give their mate pleasure.
Squirting a little of the lube over his fingers, he tossed the bottle aside and got to the task of preparing their mate. He stroked her lower back, acclimating her to his touch while he teased her back hole with his fingertip. He circled and danced over her forbidden entrance, smiling at the sounds she made. Each one had his cock hardening and lengthening farther.
When he breached her with a single digit, she tilted her hips and exposed even more of that lush ass to his gaze. He gently thrust in and out of her until he moved with ease, and then he added another.
His balls were ready to burst in anticipation, cock dribbling a steady stream of pre-cum. Soon. Very, very soon.
Two fingers became three, Whitney’s volume increasing with his every touch, his every stroke and caress. Her ass rippled and clenched his invading finge
rs, signaling their mate had another orgasm rushing forward. Yes, she’d come again. While they were inside her.
With as thick as his cock was, three digits became four, his pace increasing and matching the hums and moans that came from her perfect mouth. Now Emmett joined in the music of her sounds, his grunts and groans battling hers. Yeah, having his partner beneath her had been a good idea. Having the other male take her pussy first was even better.
Sure he’d stretched her sufficiently, he eased his fingers free of her, smiling when she wiggled her ass. Smiling wider when she popped off Emmett’s cock and glared at him over her shoulder while that plump ass swayed once again.
“It’s time, sweet.”
Whitney melted for him, an emotion so close to his own sliding across her gaze.
It took mere moments to change positions, Levy flopping to his back and motioning for Whitney to come forward. “Come, sweet.”
“I thought Emmett was going in my…” She blushed so bright he thought the white glow that came from her would suddenly turn red.
“Trust me.” He wiggled his fingers and she did as asked, crawling toward him. But when she went to straddle his hips, he stopped her. “Turn around.” She gave him a puzzled frown, but again, listened, presenting him with her back and a perfect view of her lush ass. Then she squeaked when he positioned his cock against her back hole. “Now, you’re in control. Take me and lay back and we’ll do the rest, sweet.” When she hesitated, he reinforced his desires. “Take my cock, Whitney.”
Small hands rested on his thighs as she leaned forward, but then he didn’t give a damn what she did. Not when she eased onto his dick, the tip popping past that first ring of muscle and pure pleasure and scorching heat surrounded him. She paused, and he took a moment to soothe her, hands tracing some of the swirling marks that decorated her pale skin. She moved again, taking more of his cock and he pulsed within her.
“Good, sweet. Take more.” He pushed the words past gritted teeth. She was so close to having all of him. “A little more.”
“Burns,” she whined.
“But feels good, doesn’t it?”
She stilled, and a second ticked by but then she nodded.