Page 8 of Howling With Wolves

She rolled to her back between us, and I lost myself in her gaze. She reached up, wrapped a hand around my neck and pulled me down, brushing her lips over mine. I deepened thekiss, sinking my tongue in her mouth and tasting. When she pulled away, she immediately turned to Anthony, and I watched the two of them kiss.

“Are you hungry?” I asked when their kiss broke. As much as I wanted her, I needed to prioritize her needs, not mine.

“Starved,” she said and slid her hand down my chest until she gripped my cock, squeezing the swollen flesh and pulling a growl from my throat.

“Emma,” I groaned.

“Why do I feel drawn to both of you?” Her gaze bounced between me and Anthony.

“Because we’re your mates,” Anthony told her.

She shook her head. “How is that possible?”

“Tell me you don’t feel it. Our connection. Our wolves. We were always fated to find one another, to love each other,” Anthony answered. He’d always been the one with the words. I was better with actions.

I turned her face toward me and took her mouth again, showing her what I felt, what I wanted, needed.

“I want you,” I murmured when I finally let us both come up for air.

“Yes,” she agreed, reaching for me.

“For longer than this moment,” I continued.

“Forever,” Anthony added from her other side.

Her glance moved between us again before she nodded, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

“Say it,” I ordered, my voice gruffer than I meant for it to be. My wolf was close to the surface, though. He needed her to admit she was ours as much as I did.

“Agree to the mating,” Anthony added when she remained silent. “This won’t be one night between the three of us.”

She nodded. “I accept.”

That was all I needed. I jerked the covers off her and had Anthony’s shirt over her head and headed to the floor. A growl spilled from my throat when I drank her in. I’d seen her before. When I’d run the bath and helped her bathe, but I’d kept myself restrained. Now, I cupped her breast, feeling the weight of it in my palm before flicking her nipple with my thumb. Her moan tugged another growl from my chest, and Anthony’s echoed mine.

We both ducked our heads at the same time. I wrapped my lips around her breast, sucking her inside. Her fingers slid through my hair and fisted, holding me to her. I heard the hungry sounds Anthony made as she cried out, pushing more of her flesh into my mouth. I sucked greedily, plumping her with my fingers while I slipped my other hand down her body, avoiding any areas where she still had healing bruises. The last thing I wanted was to cause her any pain. I skimmed past Anthony’s fingers already working her clit and slid through her folds before brushing over her opening.

Wet, tight, heat. That was what I felt as I slipped in my finger to the first knuckle. I released her nipple with a groan then moved down her body until my shoulders were nestledbetween her thighs, spreading her wide for my gaze. Beautiful pink flesh glistened with her juices, and I couldn’t resist swiping out my tongue.

“How does she taste?” Anthony demanded. I heard how close his wolf was to the surface. We’d always been in sync like that.

“Incredible,” I answered with a moan as I took another, longer taste. “Sweet. Decadent. I want to savor her for hours.”

“Minutes, bro, then it’s my turn,” Anthony grunted out.

I chuckled then leaned back down, spreading her with my fingers while I licked her from her opening up to her clit, flicking my tongue around Anthony’s fingers.

“Oh, God,” Emma moaned. “I need you inside me. Please!”

I thrust my tongue inside her, fucking her with it, relishing the cries spilling from her lips. Then Anthony’s face was above mine. I heard him sucking on her clit, heard her cries escalating as she rocked against our mouths. I wanted her to come with my tongue inside her, wanted to suck down every drop of her release.

“Yes! Yes!” Emma screamed as she rode out the orgasm rolling through her. She clenched around my tongue, her juices dripping over my lips and down my chin.

“Let me taste.”

I reluctantly moved, so Anthony could feast. I rose up her body, grinding against her hip while I swallowed her cries with my kiss. I lost myself in her, cupping her breast and playing with her nipple while I gripped her neck with my other hand. I heldher there, kissing her over and over again until I felt Anthony slide away. I eased away only long enough to shove down my boxers, then I was back between her thighs, my cock dripping precum on her folds as I reached down to line up.

“I’m going to claim you,” I vowed.

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