Page 9 of Howling With Wolves

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Now.”

She turned her head, exposing her neck to me. A growl spilled from my throat as I leaned down, gripping her tender flesh with my teeth, holding her without breaking the skin. Not yet. Soon. Once I was inside her. I ran the tip of my cock up and down her sex, rubbing it over her clit before lowering it back to her opening. I lodged it there, another growl rumbling in my chest as I gripped her hip, holding her in place. Then I thrust hard and deep, not stopping until I’d bottomed out inside her. She screamed, her nails digging deep. A virgin. She was a virgin.

“Fuck,” I groaned, trying to hold still, to give her time to adjust. I’d never been with a virgin before. Not even when I’d been one.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Make it feel good again.”

I moved my mouth back to hers, brushing our lips together, staying there until I felt her relax under me. Only then did I ease out, thrusting back in slow and easy. She whimpered but clung to me, kissing me, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

“Easy,” I ordered as she rocked in, sinking me deeper inside her.

“No.” She shook her head, desperation on her face as our gazes met. “Make me yours.” She reached out, wrapping her fingers around Anthony’s cock where he knelt patiently beside us. “Both of you. Make me yours. I want to be yours.”

“Can you get on your hands and knees?” Anthony asked.

I groaned even as Emma nodded. It took everything I had to pull free of her snug grip and help her turn over. She braced her hands on the bed, lifting her head as Anthony went to his feet beside the bed. She spread her knees, arching her back and raising her ass in an invitation. One I couldn’t deny. I gripped my cock, running it through her folds. I nearly stopped when I saw the traces of blood on my length, but she moved her hips, showing me what she wanted without words. I thrust back inside her, groaning at the sweet heat that surrounded me.

Slow and easy.I repeated those words over and over in my head. I watched her licking and sucking Anthony’s cock and couldn’t wait to feel those lips wrapped around my girth, too. This was what it would be to have both of us for mates. We’d take her together as well as individually. She was ours, and we were hers. The three of us were a couple or throuple or whatever it was when three people were involved. Mated.

She squeezed around me, tightening and releasing in a way that had me grinding my teeth to hold back. Then she did it a second time, and I couldn’t stop myself. I moved faster and faster until I was pounding into her. She whimpered and cried around Anthony, but she rocked back, meeting every thrust. I knew I was close, so I slipped a hand along her belly and trailed my fingers to the top of her sex and her swollen clit. I rubbed her, wanting her to come with me, wanting us both to reach that pinnacle together.

“Come,” I ordered. “Come with me.”

“Fuck, yes,” Anthony agreed, guiding her head up and down his cock.

Then there was nothing but moans and groans. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Her suckling sounds as she whimpered and moved beneath my touch. Anthony came first, yelling as he gripped her head and held her in place while he gave her his release. She swallowed even as she came around my cock. I followed them, growling as I spilled inside her, filling her up.

It wasn’t enough, though. I caged her in, cupping her throat with my palm as I exposed her throat. I bit down, sinking my canines into her flesh until I tasted the wash of her blood over my lips and tongue. I didn’t need to look to know Anthony was doing the same on the other side of her neck. She was ours now. Our mate, and no one would ever hurt her again.

Chapter Five

~Emma~

I woke sore in the most delicious way. Anthony and Donovan had claimed me last night. Mated me. I bore their bites on various parts of my body and had left my own marks on them, as well. They’d loved me into exhaustion. Every time I’d moved in the night, one of them had been there, sliding back between my thighs and taking me to heaven again. This morning, the only downside was that neither of them were still in bed with me. It was quiet, except in my head. Inside, there was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions and fears.

My brother, Jonathan, was dead. Murdered by our father. My brother, Sam, was missing, and no news was definitely not good news. My father had imprisoned me, tortured and beat me trying to get information on Sam. Information I didn’t have and wouldn’t have given him if I did. My mother had rescued me only to blow up the building where I’d been held. Most likely with her still in it. Hopefully, with my father still in it, too. I had a third brother I’d never known about. Neither Sam nor Jonathan had ever mentioned Cyan, either. I’d gone from an almost orphan to a wolf with an estranged brother and two mates. My life was changing at an accelerated pace, and if I let it, it would completely overwhelm me.

I pushed aside my tears and tried to focus on what I needed to do instead of how I felt. After our night of lovemaking, I definitely needed a shower. Then I needed to meet with Cyan and Bastion James to share what I could about who I was and why I was here. I didn’t know how to feel about a brother who’d never wanted to meet me. Or had he? Had myfather or Mom kept him from us? She’d said she’d given Cyan up to save him.

When you get to the James Pack, ask for Cyan. Tell him what happened. Tell him Sam is missing. That Jonathan is dead. Tell him… Tell him I’m sorry. I should have done more. Should have been better. Tell him there was never a day I didn’t think of him, didn’t hope he was happy and thriving. Tell him I loved him with every beat of my heart.

I shook away those thoughts. I’d tell Cyan what Mom had shared and try to keep an open mind. I needed his help, the pack’s help, to find out for sure what had happened to my mother. To try to find Sam. I… I’d mated Anthony and Donovan. They were obviously members of the James Pack. As their mate, I was, too. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I’d been more wrapped up in what I was feeling when I’d awoken with them in bed beside me. Now, all I was doing was thinking.

Would they be faithful to me?

That question was a high priority for me. The males in my pack hadn’t been faithful to their mates. My father hadn’t been. Neither of my brothers had been mated. I had no clue about Cyan. I knew next to nothing about the James Pack other than Cyan was their beta and Bastion James and his pack were known to strike fear into the heart and soul of most wolves. I had no idea what I’d gotten myself into.

“Hey, love, how’re you feeling?”

I glanced up as Anthony walked in. He was just as gorgeous as I recalled. Thick, dark hair. Bright blue eyes. Tall and built to protect.

I narrowed my gaze at him. I bet women threw themselves at him all the time.

“What’s that look for?” he asked, sitting beside me on the bed and leaning in to kiss me softly on the lips.

Just that easily, I fell back under his spell, got lost in his kiss and the soft stroke of his fingers along my skin. I moaned as he took the kiss deeper, the sheet suddenly pooled in my lap as he pressed his bare chest to mine. My nipples tingled where they brushed against him, the hair on his chest stimulating them into hardened points.

“Damn, I want you,” he whispered, trailing his lips along my jaw then down my neck. Reluctantly, he pulled back, his gaze dipping to my breasts before he met my eyes again. “How are you feeling this morning?”

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