Whitney (7 page)

Levy nuzzled her, stepped closer and his heat slid through the thin shirt she wore. He aligned his body with hers, shoulders down to knees, and she felt every dip and curve of his muscles. Then there was the thick hardness that fit easily along the cheeks of her ass.

“Cranky is waking up without coffee. This is little beyond cranky.” He scraped her neck with his fangs and memories of the previous afternoon assaulted her. The pleasure, pure and sweet, pinged around her brain and she couldn’t wait for a repeat. She just hoped the whole intense pain post-orgasm thing didn’t come along again.

So engrossed in Levy, she hadn’t noticed Emmett’s closeness. Not until he dug his fingers into her hair, tightened his hold and forced her to look at him. “This is furious. This is filled with rage. This is fixing the problem so this never happens again.”

“Problem?” She tugged against his hold, wincing with the slight sting. “I am
not
a problem, you jerk! I am sweetness and light and the best thing that ever happened to you. Do you hear me? Sweetness and light!”

“Emmett, back off.” Levy’s order was unmistakable.

“No, she needs to understand the result of her actions.” He tugged again and the dim light that surrounded her flared to life with the small pain. She glared at him, matching his anger pound for pound and not caring if the man’s eyes were white. She should have feared him, feared the ire, but she didn’t bother. She was his mate, it wasn’t like he’d really hurt her. Maybe.

“Whitney, Sarvis wants you gone. It’s a fact. We sugar coated things, but you know as well as I do that he’d like you six feet under. And if that happened, if you were torn from our lives,” Emmett’s hold eased, his fingers sliding from her hair to cup her cheek. He stroked her skin with his thumb, the gentle touch so different from the passion in his words. “If you died, the wolves wouldn’t survive it.”

“Your wolves?” She was worried his answer would be…

“All wolves.”

Ouch.

“The moral of the story is: staying alive would be good.” She released a small chuckle.

“Yes.” Levy released her arms and slid his hands around her waist. “And part of that is mating you. Now. We’ll be connected like your sisters are with their mates and no one could ever take you and hide you. We’ll be a thought away.”

Whitney’s heart hurt, a bolt of emotional pain spearing through her. “You only want to mate me to keep me safe. Last night you said…”

“We said a lot of stupid things, but there’s no question that you’re ours and we’re taking you now. We can argue about it later.”

“But later I’ll be—”

She didn’t get a chance to finish. Not when Emmett kissed her. Hell, it wasn’t a kiss, it was a possession, a taking. His lips crashed to hers, molding to her mouth and forcing her to submit. Not that she had a problem with that. Especially when he slipped his tongue into her, licked and lapped at her. His flavors, sweetness with a hint of heat, exploded across her tongue.

She moaned into him, letting Levy support her at her waist while she slumped forward against Emmett. She wanted more, she wanted everything. With the rise of her arousal her skin rippled and the glow intensified, the light slipping past her eyelids. She needed his touch, everywhere. Those lips needed to kiss the hundreds of Marks covering his skin. Twice.

Their tongues twined and battled, Emmett stealing control until Whitney snatched it back. She wanted to submit to the large wolf, craved to let him take the lead, but she also didn’t want to simply roll over and bare her stomach. She hunted every hint of his flavors, delving deeper, sinking into him and she didn’t ever want to leave.

Pushing even closer, she clutched at his shoulders and reveled in the feel of his muscles flush against her, gloried in the thick cock that branded her hip. Regardless of their reasons, she wanted them. They belonged to her and she didn’t give a damn about the threat from Sarvis, she wanted to complete their mating.

Whitney yanked her lips from Emmett despite her desire to do anything but keep kissing him. “Bed. Bed bed bed bed.” She pressed a hard kiss to his lips. “Bed.”

“Coming right up.” Levy released her and Emmett swung her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest. He spun and strode toward an open door. A door that led to a bedroom in her
sister’s
suite.

Whitney wiggled and fought. “Hell no, I am not mating in a bed I’m sure my sister has fucked in. She’s banged those two on nearly every surface, and I’m not risking coming into contact with their biological material.”

“Biological material?”

Whitney rolled her eyes and looked at Levy over Emmett’s shoulder. “Ex-wet spots. I am not touching those.”

The wolf grinned. “You heard the lady, Emmett. No biological material.”

Emmett gazed at her, and she returned her attention to the massive wolf holding her. “As my lady wishes. Hold on tight.”

She opened her mouth to ask why except the air was sucked from her lungs and blackness invaded her vision. She couldn’t even see the now familiar glow of her skin within this… place. Yet, just as quickly as they’d entered the darkness, they emerged into the bedroom they shared. Still snug in Emmett’s arms, she pushed and wiggled until the man released her.

“What the fuck was that?” She stumbled and fell back onto the bed.

“That was how we got to you so quickly.” The two men advanced on her, Emmett to her right and Levy on her left.

Only… suddenly, Emmett was gone.

“And that is how we…” Gentle lips ghosted over the back of her neck. Levy was still in front of her which meant…” That is how we will always be where you need us.”

“I, uh,” she shivered. “Need you.”

Levy dropped to his knees and eased forward, nudging her thighs apart as he closed the distance between them. Her pussy heated, warming with their nearness and what was to come.

“Oh, sweet, you need us more than you know.” Callused hands stroked her legs, sliding over her calves, past her knees and then to the tops of her thighs. “You need us desperately.” Those palms continued their journey, easing toward her aching center. “Urgently.” His fingers traced where her thighs met her hips, his thumbs dipping down and so damned close to her wet, panty-clad slit she wanted to cry. “Your pussy is begging for us.”

The words wrapped around her, stroked her, and sent her arousal higher. Each syllable plucked her nipples and kneaded her breasts. Wait, those were real hands, Emmett’s hands. She moaned and allowed her head to drop back to rest on the wolf’s shoulder. Yes, she loved their touch. Every word that fell from Levy’s mouth was true. Every. Single. One.

She whimpered and tilted her hips, hoping to force him where she desired him most. Emmett continued to tease her through the T-shirt she still wore. Every tug on her nipples went straight to her clit forcing the bundle of nerves to pulse. Her pussy clenched, tightening on air and she knew that in moments she would be filled by one of their cocks. But whose?

Screw it, she didn’t really care. One of her mates would slip into her wet cunt, and the other would ease into her ass. They’d take her, thrust in and out of her, until they came together and sank their teeth into her flesh. They’d be tied as one then. Forever and ever and fuck you Sarvis if he tried to tear them apart.

Then her thoughts scattered. Blown to bits when Levy’s thumbs finally came in contact with her sex lips, he stroked and pet her through the thin fabric of her wet panties. Up and down he teased her slit, the fabric blunting the sensation, but still giving her pleasure.

She moaned and rocked against his touch. “Levy.”

The annoying man chuckled. “Yes, sweet? Is there something you needed?”

Whitney whimpered. “Touch me.”

“Oh, I’m touching you. So is Emmett. We’ve both got our hands on you.”

Stupid cocky man. “But,” she whined.

Those thumbs traced the laced edge of her panties, tips dipping beneath the trim and stroking her soaked heat. “This what you want?”

Whitney rocked and wiggled, fighting for more from Levy while she arched her back and pushed her breasts firmer against Emmett’s palms. “Please please please.”

“I think you should give her what she wants, Levy.” Emmett traced her ear with his tongue and the caress sent a shudder through her body straight to her pussy.

She nodded. “Yes, what he said.”

Levy, her sweet, caring Levy gave her an evil grin. “I’ll think about it.” With a wink, his attention turned back to the juncture of her thighs, his gaze firmly centered on his hands. He tormented and teased her, fingers dipping behind the fabric and petting her soaked pussy before retreating once again.

“If you don’t gimme what I want, I swear I’ll… I’ll do something really mean and horrible and please touch me!”

Warm breath bathed her inner thigh and Levy lapped at her skin, pressing a soft kiss to her heated flesh. “You just had to ask, sweet.” He licked her and caught some of her skin between his teeth. The blunted sting sent another bolt of pleasure through her and she moaned. “Sit still.”

She whimpered, determined to do as he asked. Beneath her gaze, his hand shifted. Like, it truly went from manly fingers to werewolf claws. Thin, pale nails became thick and black while skin gave way to pale fur. If she hadn’t been so aroused and needy, she would have been horrified. Okay, maybe not horrified, but it would have freaked her out a little.

But when the sound of tearing fabric hit the air—immediately followed by the coolness of the room fanning her slick pussy—she didn’t give a damn. Because then he was touching her. A single finger (thankfully human) teased the seam of her sex lips, tracing the line up and then down again, gathering more and more cream with every pass.

“Oh God, please…” Another great wrench of fabric and the chilled air bathed her breasts, the T-shirt she wore now shredded and hanging off her in tatters. She was bare before them, plump curves exposed to them both, and she cringed.

Whitney lifted her arms to cover herself, embarrassment and self-doubt assaulting her more and more for every second she was revealed. Only… only her arms were held captive by Emmett, his embrace forcing her to remain still. Levy kept his position between her thighs and his gaze held nothing but desire.

The blue she loved alternated and shifted from blue to amber to white and then cycled again. But his thoughts were easily read in his gaze.

He wanted her. “So beautiful.”

“Gorgeous.”

“Ours.”

“Levy. Emmett,” she whispered and squirmed.

Levy eased forward, and his breath fanned over her flesh, sending goose bumps racing up her spine. He stopped a hairsbreadth from where she wanted him most.

“Do you need him, love?” Emmett’s voice was barely more than a growl in her ear.

“Y-Yes.” She did. So, so, gimme-gimme bad.

“What do you need?” His words vibrated through her.

“Tell me what you want, Whitney.” The air puffed across her swollen lower lips.

“Lick me,” she whispered, but the wolves had no problem hearing her.

Levy stuck his tongue out and flicked the top of her slit. “Here?”

She nodded.

“Words, sweet.”

She moaned and dropped her head back against Emmett’s shoulder. “Please lick my pussy.”

“Aw, sweet, you just had to ask.”

A millisecond later, she was insanely glad she’d asked. Levy didn’t hesitate to give her what she desired. The moment the last syllable dripped from his lips, he made love to her.

Levy pressed her legs wider with his hands, gripping her inner thighs with tender pressure and she let him do as he wished. Those teasing thumbs eased her sex lips apart, exposing her to his gaze.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful.” His tone was filled with awe.

Whitney opened her mouth to tell him her pussy wasn’t exactly the Mona Lisa, but then her world was wrapped in a haze of pleasure.

The wolf between her thighs licked her from the very center of her heat to her clit and back again. One long lap after another, he bathed her in bliss. Again and again, circling her needy opening and then on to the bundle of nerves that made her moan with pleasure.

“Levy. Need.” She couldn’t even form complete sentences.

And Emmett wasn’t a passive partner. He continued his seductive assault on her breasts while his mouth, that talented mouth, licked, nipped and sucked on her skin. Even more, the wicked words that tumbled from his lips merely sent her blazing hotter.

“Do you like his tongue? Do you like the way he laps at your pretty pussy?”

Said pussy clenched, tightening and sending yet another jolt of pleasure through her veins. The men were going to burn her from the inside out. Now she understood why her sisters screamed all night and had goofy smiles all day.

“He’s going to make you come and then I’m going to slide my cock into you, love. Do you want that?” He captured the flesh of her shoulder between his teeth and bit down. A spear of pain ricocheted through her.

“Yes.”

“You want to come on my cock?”

Levy moaned against her pussy and flicked her clit while a blunt fingertip circled her entrance. Oh, God, circled and then pushed forward, easing into her sheath. She rocked her hips, tilting them in an effort to get him deeper and he allowed her to snatch that bit of control from him. Then his mouth latched on to the pleasurable bundle of nerves near the top of her slit.

“Yes.” The word came out with a breathy rasp.

“Then you have to come for your mate.”

That she could totally do. Especially when that single finger was joined by another, stretching her sheath wide. His tongue picked up a steady rhythm, flicking her clit while he added the tiniest bit of suction to his actions.

“Uh-huh.” She tilted her head to the side, encouraging Emmett’s wanderings while she focused entirely on the sensations caused by the man between her thighs. She moaned and groaned with his every move. He licked, she whimpered. He sucked, she sighed. It went round and round, her body reacting to him and him reacting to her sounds.

Those thick fingers plunged in and out of her, the pads sliding over her G-spot with every pass and his mouth never lost its rhythm. Yes, that was what she needed. She needed the constant stimulation to shove her toward the edge of her release.