Chapter Ten

~ Emma ~

I sat on the sofa in the den, with Piper beside me. Raina and Ivy were across from us. The rest of the women were gathered in the kitchen, cooking, drinking wine, and laughing. I couldn’t unwind, and the last thing I needed was alcohol. Anthony and Donovan had both been in twice to check on me, which I loved, but it was also driving me crazy. I was past ready for us to find our normal, whatever that may be. Which meant dealing with my family. Specifically, my father.

“None of this is your fault,” Ivy said as if she could read the direction my thoughts were taking.

I had to admit I liked Cyan’s mate. It was easy to see the love they shared, and the way he treated Ivy’s sister, Jasmine, was as if she were his younger sister. He and Ivy both doted on the girl. I’d heard about their mother, how she’d entertained various men in the pack and essentially abandoned both of her daughters. The difference was that Jasmine had Ivy. The more I learned about Ivy, the more I respected her and what she’d endured to take care of her baby sister.

Ivy also had Raina and Rowan Byrd. She and Raina had been best friends since they were little. Rowan had watched over both of them until his near death and disappearance. I still hadn’t met Rowan, but the two women across from Piper and me spoke very highly of the alpha of the Rigton wolves. I honestly looked forward to finally meeting him and his mate, Sasha.

“Emma.”

I glanced over at Piper then back to Ivy and Raina. I wasn’t sure how many times they might have called my name, but from their expressions, I knew it had been more than once.

“Sorry,” I said automatically then remembered Ivy’s previous comment. “Thank you. I know none of this is my fault, but it doesn’t ease my guilt.”

“You have nothing to feel guilty about,” Piper said. “Your father used you. That’s on him not you.”

I nodded. Opened then closed my mouth as tears threatened. Once upon a time, I would have done anything to get my father’s attention, to hear him say something kind or loving to me. I’d wanted that desperately. For him to love me the way he did my brothers. Now, I wished I’d remained completely off his radar. Worse than knowing he never loved me was knowing he’d viewed me as nothing more than a piece of bait to dangle when the time was right.

“Oh, Emma.”

I didn’t realize my tears were falling until Ivy and Raina both headed toward me. Ivy sat on my other side while Raina went to her knees before me. Piper had her hand on my back, offering comfort.

One minute, I was surrounded by them, words of comfort flowing freely. The next, I was lifted up and away. With one breath, I knew it was Anthony. He held me tightly against his chest as he carried me from the room and down the hallway. Donovan was beside us instantly. He took one look at my face then led the way upstairs. Then Anthony kissed me, and everything fell away.

There was the opening and closing of a door. Cool covers at my back and hot man above me. Anthony never broke our kiss. At least, not until Donovan was there, cupping my chin and tugging my face toward him. His hands moved over my body with expert skill, the way only a man who’d loved me before could. He stripped me bare then eased away to work on removing his clothes. Anthony slid to my other side, deliciously naked. His shaft was hard and thick along my thigh. I turned toward him, rubbing my body against his, encouraging him to explore more than my mouth.

Donovan slipped into place behind me, his lips trailing along the line of my neck. It felt right. It felt perfect to be pressed between their bodies, their hard masculine edges against my softer feminine curves. All my life, I’d wanted to belong, to be loved, and here with them, I finally was.

“Shh,” Anthony whispered. “No more tears, love. We’ve got you.”

Donovan turned my head to the side and took my mouth softly. His kiss was sweet, loving, in direct opposition to the heated pull of Anthony’s attention to my nipple. I moaned, wanting more, wanting everything. We became a tangle of hands, legs, and mouths.

“Can you take us both?” Donovan asked at my ear.

“Yes! Please! Gods, yes. Both of you,” I agreed.

Donovan moved away, but Anthony eased me to my back then moved between my thighs. His hands were everywhere, touching, enflaming. Every nerve in my body sent out SOS signals, needing something to ease the fire burning inside me. His fingers moved from my neck to my nipple, down along my stomach, to the curve of my hip where he gave me a firm squeeze. Then he lifted my thigh, hooking my knee over his elbow before trailing his fingers along the seam of my sex.

“Anthony!”

Two fingers thrust inside me while he rubbed his thumb over my clitoris. His mouth took mine again, swallowing my broken cries and moans. He wasn’t dousing the flames, he was stroking them higher, working me into a frenzy. Just as I reached climax, I felt Donovan’s touch on my ass. I was still seeing stars when his fingertip brushed between my cheeks. Anthony claimed my attention again, but I was very aware of where Donovan explored me. Especially when a lubed finger breached me.

“Shh, baby,” Donovan whispered at my ear as Anthony rolled me onto my side. He draped my leg over his hip, opening me wider for their hands.

I couldn’t breathe, not more than gasps and choked commands of yes, more, please. Anthony drove me toward a second orgasm while Donovan continued to work lube into my ass. This time, when I came, Donovan added a second digit, scissoring them inside me while Anthony ducked down to taste my orgasm. I went light-headed as his tongue licked and explored. The pleasure was too much, too consuming.

“I want to be inside you,” Donovan groaned at my ear. “Can you take me?”

I knew what he meant. Where he meant and, though a part of me wanted to laugh hysterically at the idea of him pushing his thick cock into my ass, I couldn’t deny that I wanted to try. I nodded, not having the air to speak.

“I need the word, baby. Yes or no?” Donovan told me. “Anthony.”

Anthony paused his tongue work, turning to my thigh and kissing along the inside while he waited for me to answer Donovan.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Anything. Everything. Please, fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.”

Anthony moved up my body and pulled me atop him. My knees settled beside his hips.

“That’s good,” he whispered, hands gripping my waist and tugging me down until my breasts were squashed against his chest and he was kissing me again.

These men loved to kiss and made sure I knew it. They had no reservations to touching me, no matter where we were. I’d never known the level of affection they showed. To think I’d have a lifetime of this with them was mindboggling.

I tensed when I felt the brush of Donovan’s cock against me. He surprised me though by plunging into my sex. Anthony swallowed my cries while Donovan fucked me. He worked me up then stopped, leaving me on the edge when he pulled out. Anthony replaced him, taking me back to the peak before stopping. Back and forth, they took turns until I was a mess between them, until I begged nonsensically. Donovan was inside me, edging me closer to orgasm. This time, he didn’t stop, but just as the pleasure crashed over me, he pulled out and pressed inside my ass. The first hot streak of pain as he breached had me screaming and clawing at Anthony while Donovan continued pushing until I had his full length inside me.

“Ahh,” I moaned, dropping my head to Anthony’s chest.

Donovan eased back until only the head remained tucked inside me, then he thrust in again. My breath caught then released in a shaky breath. Anthony’s fingers moved back to my clit, rubbing and pinching in sync with Donovan’s thrusts.

“That’s it,” Anthony whispered. “Fuck, you’re taking him so well. Does it feel good?”

“Mm-hmm,” I agreed, biting my bottom lip.

“Can you take me, too?” Anthony asked, dipping a finger into my channel and fucking me in sync with Donovan.

“Yes. Yes!” I nodded frantically.

Donovan stilled with his cock buried deep. His hand wrapped around my neck while he guided me until I knelt over Anthony, my back braced against Donovan’s chest. Anthony spit on his hand and lubed the head of his cock with it before guiding it to me.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered, and only when I met his gaze, did he press into me. “Keep them open.”

I blinked, not realizing I’d started to close them until he’d said that. My mates were big men in every way. Taking them both at the same time, like this, had stars dancing in my vision.

“Breathe,” Donovan told me before moving his mouth to the base of my neck. He sucked the skin into his mouth then licked over it. When Anthony finally thrust up into me, Donovan bit down. My mouth fell open, but I was beyond sound as I orgasmed. Both men groaned as my body tightened then went loose. As I gasped and moaned with pleasure, my mates fucked me into oblivion.