Page 21 of Big Bad Alphas

“Fucking come for us,” Patrick demands, resting his forehead on hers. Emily’s tits are smashed up against Wade’s chest while I take her ass in deep, punishing strokes. “I feel you, mate. Feel how much you need it.”

“I-I do,” she pants.

“Let go. Right now, mate. Come so damn hard for us.”

No sooner do the words leave his lips than Emily screams out her orgasm. I shoot my load a second later, lightheaded from the force of it. Wade and Patrick grunt and then roar out their releases, each of them falling onto their backs and pulling Emily in between them.

We’re all tangled up in each other, with Emily at the center. The three of us stroke her back and caress her arms and thighs, bringing her down gently.

“I think we need a bigger bed,” Emily announces.

Wade laughs, joined by Patrick. I grin and turn, pressing a kiss to Emily’s forehead.

“It will be on the top of the list of furniture to get once we move into the new place,” I tell her. Patrick and Wade nod in agreement.

“You guys were serious about that?”

“Of course,” I tell her, turning slightly so I can look her in the eyes. “We want to give you everything, and this, right here, what we just shared? It only proves that we’re all meant to be.”

Emily smiles so brightly her eyes shine with tears. I know they aren’t sad tears, though. I lean down and kiss one cheek and then the other before turning her to face Wade, who does the same. Patrick grunts and snuggles closer so he can touch her too.

“I love you, Em,” I tell her softly.

“I love you more than life itself,” Patrick echoes.

“Emily, my beautiful mate,” Wade starts. “I love you more than I thought possible, and I can’t wait to prove it to you.”

“I love all of you,” she whispers. “Ezra, I love that your words matter and that you take time to say what you really mean.” Her green eyes bore into mine, and my wolf and I feel like the kings of the goddamn world.

Emily’s gaze moves onto Wade, who smiles at her. “Wade, I love your charm and sense of humor. Nothing is going to be boring with you in my life.”

“Damn straight,” he teases, kissing her on the nose.

“And Patrick. You are the grounding force in our family; I can already tell. I love you and your protectiveness.”

Emily lets out a yawn, making the three of us chuckle.

“Get some rest, love,” I tell her gently, guiding her to rest her head on my shoulder.

Not even two minutes pass before we hear Emily’s soft snores. I smile and adjust her so she’s snuggled against my side. Patrick hops out of bed and goes to the bathroom, coming back a moment later with a warm washcloth. Wade and Patrick take turns cleaning up our mate while I whisper how beautiful and special she is to us. Emily is completely passed out, but I hope she can still hear me on some subconscious level.

My friends join me in bed, which only solidifies the need for more space. Still, as cramped as it is, we wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

CHAPTERELEVEN

WADE

The four of us stayed in bed most of the morning, though Emily was the only one who slept. We were perfectly happy to watch her chest rise and fall with every breath while we played with her hair and rubbed her back in soothing strokes.

Our mate is absolutely gorgeous in a way I can't even begin to understand. When the late morning sun streamed in through the window and tangled in her chocolate brown hair, she looked ethereal, like the angel she is.

Seeing how Emily has grown in just the last few days, how she's trusted us with her body, pleasure, and precious heart… well, that makes me so proud of her. Of us. The four of us are certainly unconventional - and that's saying something when you're a being who can shift between human and animal - but we're also perfect.

We eventually got up a few hours ago, though none of us wanted to leave the warm bed and the promise of more. However, there were chores to be done and errands to run.

I'm just getting back to the cabin now, where Ezra, Patrick, and Emily have been cleaning up. Walking in through the front door, I see a sight that warms my heart. Emily is snuggled up on the couch, resting her head on Ezra's lap and her cute little feet on Patrick's lap. My friends look up at me with the same dopey, love-struck eyes I'm sure I have for her.

Emily stirs and then sits up and yawns, stretching her arms over her head. I bite back a groan when her shirt rides up ever so much, letting me see a glimpse of her creamy skin. Emily looks up at me and raises one eyebrow in the sexiest little smirk. This time, I can't hold back my growl.

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