Clawed (Black Mountain Bears Book 1) (10 page)

Emma didn’t want to stop kissing Julian long enough to utter the command, but she didn’t need to.

“Not waiting, either,” August said, and abruptly thrust deep into her.

The sudden pleasure of his penetration startled her and she tore away from Julian with a sharp cry. She reared back to press down harder onto August’s hips, taking him to the hilt into her tight channel. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body tight to his chest while his hips pulled back and thrust deep into her again. A low growl sounded in her ear.

“Your pussy is beyond what I’d imagined.” He cupped her face in one huge hand and tilted her head back, lowering his to kiss her.

While their mouths melded, new sensations joined the steady thrusts of August’s cock.

Just beneath her fluttering eyelids, Emma caught the sight of Julian bending down in front of them. When his mouth found her clit, she closed her eyes and moaned. Julian lightly flicked his tongue at the engorged bundle and slipped his hand between them, gripping August’s cock at the base.

She tore herself away from August’s hungry mouth to stare down at the other man, fascinated by his eagerness to pleasure her.

Julian glanced up and smiled. “Will you let me into this pretty pussy, too? I’ve been dreaming about this all day.” He pressed his fingers to her clit again and rose, capturing a nipple between his lips and sucking.

August shifted his hands and cupped her breasts, holding them both aloft like an offering to his friend. Julian took advantage, switching between them with eager licks.

Emma came back to herself for a second, realizing he’d just asked her a question. She found it difficult to form sentences now, with August’s cock steadily impaling her and Julian’s mouth at her breasts and his fingertips rubbing between her thighs. The very idea of both of them filling her at once sent her mind spinning. She clenched hard around August and he stilled, holding her tighter against his chest and sinking his teeth into her shoulder.

“Gaia save me, I’ve never felt so fucking good,” he rumbled. “Or so bad. We’ve never broken the rules before.”

“The rules that say you’re not good enough to fuck a princess?” Emma breathed. “Because this feels pretty damn
good
to me. I want you both in me. Now.”

Julian chuckled. “I was only joking, but hell yes. Can you make room?”

August grunted softly against her neck. “Tricky idea, Princess. Let’s see if we can make it work.”

Holding her tight against him, August leaned back slowly, keeping his cock solidly inside her. The shift in position made it rub right against her inner wall in the perfect spot and she gasped at the unexpected jolt of pleasure.

Julian gripped her knees, holding them apart while August repositioned behind her, unbending his legs and spreading them to give Julian access to her. Julian bent and gave her exposed pussy a slow lick, then sat back giving her a worried look.

“You have to go in together,” a low voice said nearby. Emma whipped her head around to see Gunn sitting cross-legged nearby, his hard cock in his hand and his pale mane gleaming in the moonlight. He gave her a sheepish smile. “I can’t leave until dawn, so I figured I’d enjoy the scenery. Watching a pair of Rainsongs making love to a princess will be the highlight of my day.”

“T-together?” Emma said. She tried to sit up, but August held her tight against him. She clenched her eyes shut at the pleasant shift of his cock inside her.

“Direct us, master,” Julian said.

Gunn ventured closer and without a word adjusted their positions. He smiled at her as he gripped her shoulders gently and urged her back off August’s cock.

“It’s only temporary, I promise,” he whispered.

Emma complied, perplexed by his focus on the task. She knelt, straddling August’s torso while Gunn pushed August’s legs together and indicated for Julian to straddle them.

As Emma watched, Julian obeyed the silent instruction to move his hips closer so that his cock and August’s were pressed together. The beautiful, white-haired man seemed enthralled by the sight of both cocks aligned against each other, and so was Emma. They rested in Gunn’s hand and he gave them both a slow stroke, seeming to revel in the feel of them. With a little sigh, he looked up at Emma.

“It’s your turn. Are you wet enough?”

“I’ve been wet enough all day,” she said. With a shiver of excitement, she moved to position her hips over the tips of the pair of cocks Gunn held waiting for her. Before she could sink down on them, Gunn touched her shoulder.

“Can I check?”

Emma blinked at him and nodded. He leaned close, sliding his free hand down between her thighs. She gasped as his fingers probed gently between her sodden folds, noting the satisfied smile on his face.

“Good enough for you, master Gunnar?” Julian asked, a hint of irony tinging his voice.

In that moment, Emma got the strongest sense that the pair were much better acquainted than she’d realized.

“Good enough for the best of us,” Gunn said and pulled Julian into a swift and dangerously passionate kiss.

Emma watched, astounded at the hunger that passed between them. Should she worry about her cousin with this man she’d given him up to? Should she worry about Julian, if he was about to become her mate?

“Old friends,” August said, sitting up to whisper in her ear. “Let them have their farewell.” The kiss he pressed to her neck made her feel like less of a bystander.

“Farewell, friend,” Julian said. “And thank you for the send-off.”

Gunn’s gaze shifted to Emma and he smiled. He pressed his hand against her pelvis, guiding her onto the pair of cocks he held poised for her. She sank down, paused when the dual heads pressed against her tight opening, and closed her eyes, preparing herself to be filled fuller than she ever had in her life.

Now,
she thought.
Right now is when your life changes forever. With three men having their hands all over you. This is your life, Emma Stonetree. Oh fuck, if Erika Rosencrans could see me now.
Her mind wandered back to the kiss she’d shared with her rival. She’d wager her life savings that Erika wasn’t currently about to be fucked by the two most beautiful men in the world.

She let out a giddy laugh, but the thought of Erika swiftly disappeared with the first dual thrust of their cocks into her. They filled her so completely it obliterated the rising empty ache of her estrous that had threatened to overwhelm her again. The stretch and slide of them deep into her made it a challenge to maintain sanity. Emma tried to hold on, but lost motor function within a few seconds of their thrusting and finally gave in, letting the pair of them maneuver her body on their cocks. Every movement gave her a fresh blast of ecstasy and their hands never ceased touching her. They gripped her to move her on them, or teased her clit, or her breasts.

She felt like a rag doll between them, but didn’t have the leverage to control anything. She did still have a voice, and used it, to their delight.

“Oh, fuck, you two feel so fantastic. Please don’t hold back.”

They sped up, holding her hips and ramming her down repeatedly on their cocks. All Emma could do was hang on tight to Julian. She clutched his head, dug her fingernails into his scalp, and tried to hold onto reality while the most intense pleasure of her life threatened to overwhelm her.

She didn’t think it could be more mind-blowing until August sank a finger, slick with her copious juices, into her ass again.

“I know you like this,” he murmured in her ear. “And I think after we get done with tonight, I’d like to explore a bit more. Would you like that, Princess?”

“Oh, fuck yes.” It wasn’t fair of him to ask in the middle of the act, but she had no other answer. She let out a low moan when he added another finger. Her pussy clenched hard around them both and they responded in kind.

“Emma,
fuck
,” Julian said. “You’re killing me.”

She met his eyes long enough to see the pure adoration in his depths, and pressed her mouth on his.

The electric contact of his tongue combined with the light stroke of his finger over her clit made her jerk. The pleasure always came faster than she could track, the orgasm an elusive beast that she always sensed in the darkness, prickling at her senses until it finally launched and consumed her whole.

It came too fast for her and she arched her back, her entire body spasming under the pressure. August caught her in a quivering embrace and let out a loud roar, his cock shooting hard inside her. A second later, Julian followed suit, digging his fingers hard into her hips where he held them.

A soft growl sounded from nearby and Emma turned to see Gunnar stroking himself off. She smiled and mouthed the words “thank you” to him.

Large, gentle hands pressed against her hips, lifting her off the pair of cocks she’d decided she loved more than life itself.

“Hey, did I say we could stop?” she protested.

Julian gave her a sleepy smile. “No, but it is a mating ritual. We have a time limit. Next time we’re together, we can go all night. Tonight, you have obligations. Fulfill them, Princess.”

The last step was really the easiest, yet the most intimate. She pressed her hand between her thighs, gathered the pool of fluid in her palm, and smoothed it over Julian’s scored shoulder. Their fluids mixed with his blood in the wound, the combination glowing in the darkness, the shimmer lingering long enough for Emma to see the wounds stitch closed, leaving behind an upraised scar.

“You’re really mine now, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Always,” he said, grinning. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “I love you, Emma. I’ll always love you.”

Shaken by Julian’s revelation, she turned to August and paused. The intensity of his gaze threw her off.

“Are you all right?”

“Better than I’ve ever been. I’m yours. What more could a man ask?”

“You can ask for anything.”

“Seal my mark, and I will. Trust me.”

Emma stepped between his legs and he wrapped his arm around her. When she pressed her slick palm against his wound, mixing their fertile fluids with his blood, she gazed into his green eyes the entire time. His face buried into her bosom and he sighed.

“You are magical, Emma. I love you.”

* * *

“They’re still singing,” Emma observed, listening to the rhythm of chanting that had been so prevalent all night she’d finally tuned it out. She closed her eyes and found the words to the song inside her and whispered them in time with the music. She was surprised that it came so easily to her.

“They’ll be at it until dawn,” August said, pulling her down and wrapping his arms around her. “We have a few hours to spare before having to answer to your mother. I want to hold you until then.”

“Don’t leave me out,” Julian said, his dark shape looming above them. He flopped down beside Emma and slung a blanket over the three of them. She nestled between them, happier than she’d been in her entire life.

“Do you think we did it?” Emma asked. “Got me pregnant, I mean.”

Julian grumbled. “Are you doubting our virility already? You’re pregnant. I can smell it on you. Go to sleep.”

Emma pulled a quilt up over her shoulder and stared into the forest beyond their little spot. August pulled her tight against him, murmuring into her shoulder. “Sleep, Princess, or I’ll be forced to make you sleep.”

“What happens when my mom finds out we sabotaged the ritual?”

“You’re pregnant—that’s all that matters. They’ll forgive us, under the circumstances. We’ll worry about the fallout
after
your cousins wake up.”

Emma settled down into August’s embrace. Just as she was about to drift off, a light caress trailed over her cheek and she opened her eyes.

“Julian?” she said, blinking up into his face, confused by the frown he gave her.

He brushed a hand through her hair, avoiding her gaze.

“Are you okay?”

The troubled look in his eyes was enough to signal he wasn’t. “It’s going to be miserable saying farewell to you.”

Emma’s skin prickled as though a chill wind had blown over her. “I thought you didn’t have to leave until the Equinox? Autumn told me the guardian schedule was quarterly, that you’d be gone for a few months, but would be back each season for just as long.”

August’s embrace squeezed tighter behind her and he leaned up on one elbow. Emma stared up at them both, wishing one of them would speak, but they only shared a grave look with each other.

“That’s changing with the new year,” August explained. “It may be Midsummer in the Sanctuary, but it’s Midwinter in the human world. The new year is only a few days away. We need to be there by New Year’s. And we won’t be coming back. At least, not until the threat to our home is dealt with. Guardians from all the clans are joining us.”

Emma almost asked, “What threat,” but remembered the exquisitely built clock her father had shown her the day before and the timer indicating an inevitable confrontation with their enemy.

“But that’s not happening for decades! Why do you have to leave now?”

“We still have a few days, Princess. Let’s make it last,” Julian said.

“No! I don’t want you to leave. Can’t I command you to stay? You are
mine
, aren’t you?” Panic threatened to overwhelm her and she sat up, shaking her head. “I’ll come with you. After I wake up my cousins, Jade can take my place. I can go with you.”

“Emma,” August said softly. “You can’t come through the portal with us if you’re pregnant. And by the Equinox, the Sanctuary will be on lock-down. The only ones permitted in or out are going to be Windchaser runners, carrying news and commands to the guardians on the outside. This is one of the reasons your mother didn’t want you to mate us, besides the fact that neither of us are the son of a clan leader. Not to mention the fact that your power is needed inside the Sanctuary.”

“But I need
you
.” She raised both hands, clutching at the backs of each man’s head. They leaned into her, resting their foreheads against hers. She clenched her eyes shut, holding back tears and wishing like hell her life hadn’t become so damn complicated. Yet she knew there was no way she’d have been happy remaining in the dark about her origins.