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 fingers, 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.
“So take the rest.”
And she did. She pushed and sank over him until his cock was completely enmeshed in her forbidden heat.
“Damn, you’re tight.” He turned to Emmett. “Just think about how tight her cunt is going to be.” She gasped and her pussy clenched, causing her ass to do the same. Oh yes, his mate liked a little dirty talk. “Do you want that? Emmett in your cunt while I’m in your ass?”
She nodded again.
Levy looked to his fellow Warden, noted the man’s feral need and the way he rapidly tugged on his dick. “What are you waiting for Emmett? Our mate needs you.”
The man eased closer, stalking him and Whitney like the wolf that lived inside him. Emmett knelt between their spread thighs, leaving Levy’s sight, but he could imagine his partner’s movements and he did what he could to speed the initial taking along. As soon as Emmett slipped inside Whitney, all of his friend’s hesitation would flee.
Gripping Whitney’s shoulders, gritting his teeth against the need to come, he eased her backward. “Lay back on me, sweet. Show Emmett the pussy that belongs to him.”
The change in position sent a lightning bolt of pleasure down his spine, caressing him from inside out, and he couldn’t wait to come inside her.
Now he could see Emmett, see the emotions that flitted across his long-time friend’s face. Worry. Love. Anxiousness. Love. Need. Love.
Levy spread his legs wider. “Come on, man, our mate needs us.”
“Need need need.” She panted and rocked her hips.
The other Warden’s eyes flared white and the color stuck, that part of him coming out to play. “Mine.”
There was suddenly no distance that separated them, no air that lurked between their bodies. A slight pressure, a tightening of her ass against his cock was the only hint that Emmett was with them.
With
them.
Thank God because he was
so
ready to come.
*
Emmett was gonna come. Fuck, he only had the head of his cock inside her snug pussy, and already her body was easing him toward release. Hell no, easing was too timid a word for what she did to him.
Whitney burned him.
He closed his eyes, savoring the sensations of sinking into her silken heat. He eased in and then retreated, feeding her pussy more and more of his length with every entrance. He wouldn’t last. Not with the way she gripped him, tightened and milked him.
His wolf howled in joy, overwhelmed with happiness at their impending mating. This was it. Apparently they’d half-assed this earlier, but now it was on purpose with pure, selfish intent. He wanted to get it done before she realized she’d made a bad bargain by mating him. He wasn’t soft and sweet like Levy. He growled and snarled and—
A stinging pinch came from his left arm. His eyes snapped open and he gazed at an angry, passion-glazed Whitney.
“When you’re fucking me, it’d be nice of you to
be
with me.” Fury tinted her words.
Pain suffused his heart and he stilled, his cock fully embed in her soaking wet pussy. “I’m not… I…” He leaned down, blanketed her body with his own and pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m not like Levy.”
She stroked his face and cupped his cheek. “Of course you’re not.”
“I can’t be sweet and gentle.”
“I know.”
“I don’t want to scare you. The things I want…”
Whitney rubbed her thumb along his cheek bone. “And I want them, too. You’re mine, Emmett. I have sweet behind me. Give me you. Give me everything.”
“Whitney…”
His mate closed the small distance between their lips and brushed a kiss across his mouth, licking at the seam and then slipping into him. Her flavors, the sweetness and warmth, washed over his tongue. It spurred his wolf, his
other
, into action. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Not when she was giving permission and enticing him to give her all of him.
Emmett’s hips moved of their own volition, sliding out of her clinging heat and in again. He savored the pleasure that surrounded his dick, the bliss that tugged at his balls as he pumped in and out of her.
His pace started gentle, easing her into a rhythm that would drive them all wild. With their position, Levy was a passive partner. But based on his sounds, the man had no trouble with laying back and enjoying the ride.
He dug his hands into the mattress beneath them, his fingers shifting into claws and piercing the soft surface. They’d definitely have a few additions to the hotel bill.
Whitney’s small hands gripped his shoulders, human nails stabbing his flesh, driving him wild with the added hint of pain. He picked up his pace, slamming their hips together in a lewd rhythm of flesh hitting flesh. The sounds of their meeting bodies filled the room, the echoes joined by their combined moans and groans.