Chapter 11

MY WOLF HOWLED INSIDEmy mind as my senses were overwhelmed by my mate’s scent. Her breasts were huge and so luscious, the mere sight of them made my mouth water. I set my lips on one of her nipples and suckled her, loving the taste of her skin and the little moans and mewling sounds Stacey made as I teased her flesh.

My fingers pressed her thighs open where I found her slick, wet and ready for me. I lifted my head from her breasts and watched with rapture as she threw her head back into the pillows.

Her eyes flew open, and she grabbed the sides of my head, her gaze intense and full of lust. “Please kiss me, David,” she breathed.

I slid up and kissed her hard, more than willing to give her everything she desired. Her lips were soft, but her passion was not. She was like fire, raging and burning with need and hunger.

Then her hands were on my body, gripping my biceps and pressing into my chest. She gasped and groaned, her brazen and unashamed yearning making me want nothing more than to rip off my pants and bury my cock deep inside of her tight, swollen figure. But I couldn’t—not tonight—not without my brother. We’d already done too much apart and I wasn’t about to exacerbate the divide. Stacey and I would have a little fun. We were owed that much. But anything more should be shared between the three of us, as was right between perfect pairs.

Stacey’s belly was too beautiful for words, and even though part of me was jealous, all I could be in this moment was happy. I felt grateful for the chance to be here with my mate. This was our opportunity to develop a connection with which we could grow together, to function smoothly as a delicious unit of three.

She opened her legs wider in invitation.

Without hesitation, I slid my fingers into her pussy, groaning as her tight, warm flesh gripped me hard. “Oh, fuck, you’re so perfect,” I whispered against her lips.

“I need you, please,” she whispered back. “David, I want you.”

I added a second finger and thrust inside her, deeper and deeper, over and over.

Her hips rocked against my hand, riding my fingers toward her bliss. “Oh... David... please... I...”

“Come on, Stacey,” I growled, kissing her neck, and whispering to her how perfect she was. “Come for me, my beautiful girl.”

Her pussy squeezed tightly as she continued to grind into my hand soundlessly, her expression pensive. Then a gasp caught in her throat, and her whole body tensed.

Oh, damn... she is so beautiful.

Her cry as it tore from her lips was the sweetest thing I’d ever heard, and she clung to me desperately as she came in my arms.

In that moment, I knew what it felt like to be truly happy. She was my mate—our mate—and I knew it beyond a shadow of a doubt. I may not have been there at the start, but I was a part of it now, and I’d be here for her and my brother until the end.

When she stopped shivering in pleasure, her eyes opened in wonder, and she stared up at me. “That was amazing.”

“It was,” I agreed, withdrawing my hand from her sinfully gorgeous body, and kissing her tight, dusky pink nipple one more time.

“Aren’t you going to take your pants off?” she asked, her eyes alight with desire and an excitement that had me wishing I didn’t care about my brother, or our throuple bonding.

She wanted me, and if I stripped off now, I could roll her over and she’d open her legs for me willingly and welcome me into her body. The thought made me shudder with the strength it took to push back against my own needs. I lifted my head and stared down at her with complete adoration. “You know how much I want you, don’t you?”

She smiled sensually as she reached down and caressed the bulge of my pants, my cock hard and straining against the fabric, eager for release.

Her soft touch had me groaning, but I bit down hard to lock my jaw and hold firmly to my resolve. “Obviously,” I said, through gritted teeth. “And although I’d love nothing more than to fuck your sweet, sweet body until we were both spent, we can’t. Not tonight, I’m sorry, beautiful.”

Her lips parted with a gasp. “Oh...”

I dropped my head and kissed her again. “You know I want you. But if we’re going to be a family—Tommy, you and me—I can’t. Not tonight.”

Her hands went to her belly, “But Tommy and I already...” she began to reason, so desperate in her need.

Yeah, I know you did.

I sighed. Though her desire was flattering, my erection was already beginning to die. “I know. But I want to do this right, moving forward. Okay?” I slid off the bed and got to my feet, even though I was beginning to hate myself and my brother.

I deserve a fucking Brother of the Year Award for this.

Stacey came along with me, then smoothly dropped to her knees before me, her big eyes doe-like and full of emotion.

I stared down at her, not quite comprehending.

Oh, God. She’s not going to beg, is she? Because I can’t make it through that.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my cock beginning to swell once more with a second wind.

“If we can’t have sex, can I at least...” She reached out for me, flicking the button of my pants through its hole and tugging eagerly at the zipper.

I stumbled forward, into her waiting hands and her hot, wet mouth. “Are you sure about this?” I asked her, tugging her hair so that she’d be forced to look up at me.

When she did, her breathtaking eyes blazed with a ready and needful heat. “Yes, I am. Your cock is beautiful. Please let me suck it, David. I want to. I need to.”

My jaw dropped at her language, at her raw and wanton hunger.

This is what dreams are made of. I would have waited two lifetimes over just for this moment.

Her hand moved over my stiffening flesh, gripping and stroking me to a painfully full erection. Then she dropped her head once more and took me into her beautiful, lush mouth.

“Oh... wow...” I threw my head back and tangled my fingers in her blonde hair, turned on beyond belief by the erotic and honest nature of what we were sharing.

She sucked my cock deep into her mouth. The pressure was perfect, the heat and wetness of her mouth a vortex of pure pleasure from whence I never wanted to return. Stacey gripped my shaft, squeezing tightly as she milked me up and down as her lips formed a tight O around my hardness.

I wanted it to last forever, to feel the heat and pleasure go on and on, but my mate was just too damn good at sucking my cock. The mere thought of how incredible she was, and that I’d finally found the woman whom I could love for the rest of my life, had me racing toward the peak of my release. There was no holding back, not this time. I pulled my cock free of her lips. “Shit, baby, I’m going to come.”

She grabbed my shaft and pointed it towards her tits, stroking me hard. She stared into my eyes all the while, her beautiful face smiling, willing me to let go.

My balls tightened and my orgasm hit me so fucking hard that my eyes slid closed, as wave after wave of ecstasy flowed over me. Fireworks exploded behind my closed lids, but I forced my eyes open once more to stare down at my mate as I painted her hot, sweat-slick skin with my seed.

She smiled with the most serene look on her face, so at odds with the carnal pleasures we were sharing.

When the aftershocks finally abated, I opened my eyes fully and untangled my fingers from her waterfall of long blonde hair. “Oh my God, Stacey. That was incredible.”

She pushed up with her hands and rose from the carpet of the bedroom, her huge belly and plump breasts painted with my glistening cum.

My cheeks heated with a blush as I observed my handiwork. “I think you might need a shower, beautiful. I’m sorry.”

She grinned at me. “Don’t you dare apologize. That was insanely hot.”

I groaned. “You’re the one that’s hot.” Then I took her hand and dragged her into the adjoining bathroom. Together, we shared a quick shower, and though it was fast, I luxuriated in being able to wash her with the pink fluffy loofah and further explore her delicious curves. Then, before I could allow myself to get carried away, I tucked her into bed and pulled my casual kitchen clothes back on. “I have to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” I kissed her forehead as her eyes closed, her long, angelic golden hair fanned out over her pillow.

“Yes, please,” she sighed, her voice already taking on a satisfied and absent dream-like quality.

I kissed her once more, inhaling her clean, beautiful scent before heading out the door and jogging down the stairs, taking them two at a time, my spirit soaring above the clouds.

Nancy and Wade were in the TV room, grinning at me from the couch as I passed. “Just having a short chat, huh?” they joked with a knowing look.

I saluted them with a grin and left, knowing what I needed to do now. I had a restaurant to close up, then I was heading home to speak to my brother. Together, just as we’d always done, we’d sort out what we were going to do to get ourselves out of this mess and onto a path of healing and unity for our future, our impossibly stunning mate, and our beautiful little girl.

Our dreams have finally come true...