Page 30 of Meant for Them
I make sure to walk on the fine line of coming across as aggressive but not in a bad way, because I don't want to terrify her or ruin her enjoyment of the moment. This needs to be completely consensual, and we both need to get something out of it.
Troy steps behind her, wrapping his arms around her shorter, curvier frame. His mouth goes to her neck, clamping lightly down. He gives me an affirmative hum, keeping her body pulled tight against the front of him.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean...” Her eyes flutter shut at Troy’s attentions, head tipping back to give him better access.
“You’re beautiful when you submit to us like that. You hold all the power here, Morgan.”
Her eyes appear drugged as she tries to look at me, tries to hold her composure while Troy is nibbling, sucking, kissing, and licking his way up her neck. “I'm afraid I don't know what to do. Could you show me?”
I drop to my knees in front of her, letting the detritus of the forest floor dig into my knees. “Please tell us our worthless brother was at least gentle with you. It's been driving me crazy not knowing if you at least enjoyed yourself.”
I see her body trying to shut down at the mention of Alex, so I wrap a hand around her calf to remind her who's with her.
“It was fine, I guess. It felt good… during. It was the after I didn’t like.”
“I think we can do a little bit better than fine,” Jake says as he joins us. “If you're not tapping out before we've even really played with you, then we're doing something wrong.”
Sensing some tension in her body, Troy pulls away from her neck, smoothing down her hair behind her shoulder. “If you'renot ready, that's okay. We can just keep doing this all day, baby. And if this is too much, we can go make cookies or garden together or something.”
Morgan takes a deep breath, trying to resist smiling as she pulls Troy's arms around her shoulders so she can completely bury herself in him. “You aren't going to leave me after, are you? I know that seems like a silly question, but I have to know. I don't think I can do that again. I need it to be more than just how it makes your body feel. I need it to be a connection. Need to know I'm not as alone in this world as I've always felt.”
I stand, unable to make her hurt or allow her to remain insecure for even another second. Wrapping my hands along the sides of her head so my fingers rest on the back of her neck, I tilt her head up to look me in the eyes. “You're stuck with us, remember?”
I find my mark on her wrist and brush it with my thumb, reminding her exactly who she belongs with. “You have no idea how much it hurts us that Alex didn't see you for the gift you are, that he made you question anything and offended your wolf enough to send you running. I hate why and how you got to us, but we'll never be sorry for the fact that you made it here. I'll never regret you finding your way onto our land and into our pack.
“You're ours now, for better or worse. To take care of, to luxuriate in. Because you are a luxury, make no mistakes about it. There are many creature comforts the three of us can go without, but now that you're in our life, we're not letting you out of it.”
A single tear escapes her eye, and then she's gasping and throwing herself at me, standing on the tippiest of her toes to wrap her arms around my neck. “I'm going to be insecure for awhile. It's probably going to take me time to fully grasp that you guys want me, so be patient with me please and know that I'm trying.”
“We see how hard you're trying sweetheart,” Jake assures her in a soft tone. “And however you feel is how you feel. But we're going to be here to reassure you every time you need us to.”
She nods, nibbles on her lip, and then seems to come to a decision. “Would you... take me inside?”
None of us miss the swell of her arousal in the air around us, and none of us are misunderstanding what she’s really asking for. I can't get inside fast enough. I gather her in my arms and do my best to teleport to somewhere comfortable, taking care that she doesn't get jostled too much.
As soon as I stop though, I identify a big problem. “Shit. None of us have a bed big enough to fit everyone.”
“Then I guess we're pulling all our mattresses down and throwing them in the den for now,” Troy says simply as he pulls Jake to help him.
“You don't have to do all that,” Morgan tries to tell them, but if we're doing this, she's going to be comfortable.
“I'm not lying you on the floor for our first time. You're better than a picnic table, you're better than a floor. I want you on a real mattress, surrounded by soft things. That's the only thing I ever want you lying on again.”
This time when she throws herself at me, it's lips first. I sink to the couch, and she swings her legs around so she's straddling me, my hands instinctively going to her hips.
We obviously didn't have any spare bras lying around, and we haven't gone into town yet, so when she pulls her shirt off it's to give me a face full of luscious, soft skin. Her curves and breastsare incredible, and I make sure I have permission to touch them before feeling the warmth of her skin with my hands.
Once I get my hands on her, I don't think I'll ever be able to stop. The weight of them is something I want to memorize, something I’ll always remember the feeling of. The taste of her skin is even better.
I slip one of her nipples into my mouth, tasting every angle I can with my tongue. She's so fucking responsive that I have to reach down and adjust myself because the pinching happening in my jeans is unbearable.
I want to make sure she knows she's more than her body, so I only spend a little bit of time playing with her breasts before I kiss her mouth again. That's the real prize.
She's breathless as I kiss her, her hair falling around us and creating a dark curtain.
I thought kissing her couldn’t get any better, and then her hips start to move. She’s testing out how she can get herself pressure where she needs it, the thin shorts she's borrowed from us no doubt making her feel every seam in my jeans.
I watch in wonder as she tips her head back to start rubbing herself against me, riding me. I'm dying to remove every barrier between us, but this is fun, too. It's like being a teenager all over again, trying not to get caught making out in the living room when you know your family’s only a few rooms away. But in this instance, I kind of want to be caught.
