Chapter Four

~Donovan~

Rage boiled inside me, and I needed an outlet. Fucking or fighting. Those were what I’d normally searched out, but I could do neither while my mate was deep in slumber. Instead, I slipped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer to my chest, spooning her. Even with the covers between our bodies, I knew she’d be able to feel my erection when she woke. I wanted her, and I wasn’t hiding it. It was hard enough to curb the need to strip us both to the skin and join her under the covers. My wolf wanted to mount her, bite her, mate her. I was desperate for it as if she might slip through our fingers otherwise.

I leaned down and ran my nose up the column of her throat. Her scent made my mouth water. I closed my eyes, inhaling, breathing her in.

“You calling it a night?” Anthony asked as he entered the bedroom, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it into the hamper.

“Yeah.”

He grunted as he stripped off his jeans then slipped onto the bed on her other side. Neither of us were sleeping away from her. Not when we’d been hoping and waiting to find her, a woman who would be a mate to both of us. We’d bought a big house with plenty of rooms, but this was the one we’d furnished with the purpose of sharing it with her. The bed was large enough for three with enough room so we wouldn’t be right on top of each other, unless that was what we wanted.

“The bruises are healing,” Anthony said as he moved in until her forehead was in his neck. “When she wakes, we should take her for a run. Let her wounds finish healing while she’s in wolf form.”

I barely held back the growl in my chest. I’d never forget how she’d looked when she’d been tossed out and left at Cyan’s doorstep. Technically, she’d stepped out of the car, but it didn’t matter. She’d ended up in a crumpled heap in a driveway, and if I ever crossed paths with the man who’d left her, I’d gut him. Emma had deep bruises, healing bones, and shadows in her gaze. I wanted to make the one who’d hurt her suffer. And I would once she was awake long enough to give us the information we needed.

“I want—”

Her moan had my lips snapping closed as she moved between us. We both stilled. She nuzzled into Anthony’s neck while her ass rubbed along the length of my cock. I dropped one hand to her hip, gripping her as she wiggled against me.

“Touch me,” she demanded.

“Open your eyes,” Anthony commanded, but I was already on board, grinding my length against her lush ass while I licked at the base of her neck.

“That’s it, love. Show me those gorgeous green eyes,” Anthony murmured while I continued planting sucking kisses along the side of her throat. “There you are.”

She rolled to her back between us, and I lost myself in her gaze. She reached up, wrapped a hand around my neck and pulled me down, brushing her lips over mine. I deepened the kiss, sinking my tongue in her mouth and tasting. When she pulled away, she immediately turned to Anthony, and I watched the two of them kiss.

“Are you hungry?” I asked when their kiss broke. As much as I wanted her, I needed to prioritize her needs, not mine.

“Starved,” she said and slid her hand down my chest until she gripped my cock, squeezing the swollen flesh and pulling a growl from my throat.

“Emma,” I groaned.

“Why do I feel drawn to both of you?” Her gaze bounced between me and Anthony.

“Because we’re your mates,” Anthony told her.

She shook her head. “How is that possible?”

“Tell me you don’t feel it. Our connection. Our wolves. We were always fated to find one another, to love each other,” Anthony answered. He’d always been the one with the words. I was better with actions.

I turned her face toward me and took her mouth again, showing her what I felt, what I wanted, needed.

“I want you,” I murmured when I finally let us both come up for air.

“Yes,” she agreed, reaching for me.

“For longer than this moment,” I continued.

“Forever,” Anthony added from her other side.

Her glance moved between us again before she nodded, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

“Say it,” I ordered, my voice gruffer than I meant for it to be. My wolf was close to the surface, though. He needed her to admit she was ours as much as I did.

“Agree to the mating,” Anthony added when she remained silent. “This won’t be one night between the three of us.”

She nodded. “I accept.”

That was all I needed. I jerked the covers off her and had Anthony’s shirt over her head and headed to the floor. A growl spilled from my throat when I drank her in. I’d seen her before. When I’d run the bath and helped her bathe, but I’d kept myself restrained. Now, I cupped her breast, feeling the weight of it in my palm before flicking her nipple with my thumb. Her moan tugged another growl from my chest, and Anthony’s echoed mine.

We both ducked our heads at the same time. I wrapped my lips around her breast, sucking her inside. Her fingers slid through my hair and fisted, holding me to her. I heard the hungry sounds Anthony made as she cried out, pushing more of her flesh into my mouth. I sucked greedily, plumping her with my fingers while I slipped my other hand down her body, avoiding any areas where she still had healing bruises. The last thing I wanted was to cause her any pain. I skimmed past Anthony’s fingers already working her clit and slid through her folds before brushing over her opening.

Wet, tight, heat. That was what I felt as I slipped in my finger to the first knuckle. I released her nipple with a groan then moved down her body until my shoulders were nestled between her thighs, spreading her wide for my gaze. Beautiful pink flesh glistened with her juices, and I couldn’t resist swiping out my tongue.

“How does she taste?” Anthony demanded. I heard how close his wolf was to the surface. We’d always been in sync like that.

“Incredible,” I answered with a moan as I took another, longer taste. “Sweet. Decadent. I want to savor her for hours.”

“Minutes, bro, then it’s my turn,” Anthony grunted out.

I chuckled then leaned back down, spreading her with my fingers while I licked her from her opening up to her clit, flicking my tongue around Anthony’s fingers.

“Oh, God,” Emma moaned. “I need you inside me. Please!”

I thrust my tongue inside her, fucking her with it, relishing the cries spilling from her lips. Then Anthony’s face was above mine. I heard him sucking on her clit, heard her cries escalating as she rocked against our mouths. I wanted her to come with my tongue inside her, wanted to suck down every drop of her release.

“Yes! Yes!” Emma screamed as she rode out the orgasm rolling through her. She clenched around my tongue, her juices dripping over my lips and down my chin.

“Let me taste.”

I reluctantly moved, so Anthony could feast. I rose up her body, grinding against her hip while I swallowed her cries with my kiss. I lost myself in her, cupping her breast and playing with her nipple while I gripped her neck with my other hand. I held her there, kissing her over and over again until I felt Anthony slide away. I eased away only long enough to shove down my boxers, then I was back between her thighs, my cock dripping precum on her folds as I reached down to line up.

“I’m going to claim you,” I vowed.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Now.”

She turned her head, exposing her neck to me. A growl spilled from my throat as I leaned down, gripping her tender flesh with my teeth, holding her without breaking the skin. Not yet. Soon. Once I was inside her. I ran the tip of my cock up and down her sex, rubbing it over her clit before lowering it back to her opening. I lodged it there, another growl rumbling in my chest as I gripped her hip, holding her in place. Then I thrust hard and deep, not stopping until I’d bottomed out inside her. She screamed, her nails digging deep. A virgin. She was a virgin.

“Fuck,” I groaned, trying to hold still, to give her time to adjust. I’d never been with a virgin before. Not even when I’d been one.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Make it feel good again.”

I moved my mouth back to hers, brushing our lips together, staying there until I felt her relax under me. Only then did I ease out, thrusting back in slow and easy. She whimpered but clung to me, kissing me, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

“Easy,” I ordered as she rocked in, sinking me deeper inside her.

“No.” She shook her head, desperation on her face as our gazes met. “Make me yours.” She reached out, wrapping her fingers around Anthony’s cock where he knelt patiently beside us. “Both of you. Make me yours. I want to be yours.”

“Can you get on your hands and knees?” Anthony asked.

I groaned even as Emma nodded. It took everything I had to pull free of her snug grip and help her turn over. She braced her hands on the bed, lifting her head as Anthony went to his feet beside the bed. She spread her knees, arching her back and raising her ass in an invitation. One I couldn’t deny. I gripped my cock, running it through her folds. I nearly stopped when I saw the traces of blood on my length, but she moved her hips, showing me what she wanted without words. I thrust back inside her, groaning at the sweet heat that surrounded me.

Slow and easy. I repeated those words over and over in my head. I watched her licking and sucking Anthony’s cock and couldn’t wait to feel those lips wrapped around my girth, too. This was what it would be to have both of us for mates. We’d take her together as well as individually. She was ours, and we were hers. The three of us were a couple or throuple or whatever it was when three people were involved. Mated.

She squeezed around me, tightening and releasing in a way that had me grinding my teeth to hold back. Then she did it a second time, and I couldn’t stop myself. I moved faster and faster until I was pounding into her. She whimpered and cried around Anthony, but she rocked back, meeting every thrust. I knew I was close, so I slipped a hand along her belly and trailed my fingers to the top of her sex and her swollen clit. I rubbed her, wanting her to come with me, wanting us both to reach that pinnacle together.

“Come,” I ordered. “Come with me.”

“Fuck, yes,” Anthony agreed, guiding her head up and down his cock.

Then there was nothing but moans and groans. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Her suckling sounds as she whimpered and moved beneath my touch. Anthony came first, yelling as he gripped her head and held her in place while he gave her his release. She swallowed even as she came around my cock. I followed them, growling as I spilled inside her, filling her up.

It wasn’t enough, though. I caged her in, cupping her throat with my palm as I exposed her throat. I bit down, sinking my canines into her flesh until I tasted the wash of her blood over my lips and tongue. I didn’t need to look to know Anthony was doing the same on the other side of her neck. She was ours now. Our mate, and no one would ever hurt her again.