Emmy moaned before she turned her head aside and gasped in a breath. Brooks tugged the quilt off of her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her down into his lap. The second her ass landed on his thighs, he tightened his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She gasped when her panties-covered pussy connected with the hard ridge in his pants.
“Brooks, get her up on the bed,” Declan demanded in a low growly voice.
He glanced at Declan and Jett, feeling a little guilty for monopolizing their mate without thinking of his friends. He met Emmy’s gaze and said, “Hold on to me, darlin’.”
When she hooked her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, he got to his feet, taking her with him. Jett hurried to the bed, grasped the quilt, and pulled it toward the end of the mattress. Brooks placed a knee on the edge of the bed and then lowered Emmy onto her back in the middle. His first instinct was to follow her down, cover her body with his own, and devour her, but when he glanced at his friends and saw them staring at their mate with awe, he took a step back.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” Jett rasped out.
“Fucking beautiful,” Declan declared just before he grasped the back of his shirt and pulled it off with one tug.
“Oh god,” Emmy groaned as her gaze wandered over Declan’s defined chest.
Not to be outdone, Jett grabbed the neck of his T-shirt and pulled. The sound of material rending seemed loud in the now quiet room.
Emmy’s eyes widened and then her lids lowered to half-mast as she eyed Declan and Jett over.
Brooks decided to go a step further. He quickly removed his T-shirt, toed off his shoes, flicked the button on his jeans, and lowered the zipper. Emmy’s gaze shifted to him, and she licked her lips as he shoved his jeans down over his hips, before kicking them off.
She started panting as she perused his big, muscular body, but when she got to his groin and stared at the formfitting knit cotton covering his cock, she tensed.
Brooks froze, worried that she’d changed her mind. Was there something about his body that she didn’t like? He closed his eyes in defeat as he sucked a breath in through his nose. He mentally shook his head. Her scent didn’t lie. The perfume of her arousal was stronger than ever, which told him she liked what she was seeing. So why had she tensed? Was she intimidated by his size? When he remembered that she told them about her one and only boyfriend, Brooks realized that she probably was more than a little nervous. He and his friends were proportionate all over.
Brooks ignored Jett and Declan as they stripped down to their boxers. Emmy needed to feel safe for their first mating to work. He climbed up onto the bed and straddled her hips. When she reached toward him, he clasped her wrists in his hands, lifted them over her head, and pressed them into the mattress. “I can’t let you touch me right now, darlin’,” he said. “If I feel your hands on me, I’m not sure I’ll last.”
Emmy nodded and relaxed in his hold.
“Just remember that none of us will ever hurt you, Emmy. We’ll go as slow as you need us to. Okay?”
“Okay,” she sighed out.
Brooks bent down and slammed his mouth over hers. She moaned and opened to him immediately, dancing and dueling her tongue with and around his. When his lungs began to burn, he broke the kiss before licking and nibbling his way over her jaw toward her neck. He kissed, sucked, and lapped at the skin of her neck, and when he felt her shiver as he found erogenous zones, he made sure to spend time on those sweet spots. He felt the mattress dip on either side of him and knew that Jett and Declan had joined them on the bed.
He released her wrists and was pleased when she kept her arms where he’d left them and then worked his way down toward her chest. When he heard a muffled whimper, he glanced up to find Declan devouring her mouth rapaciously. Jett was sucking and licking at her neck, and he even nipped her earlobe before laving it with his tongue.
When he got to her breasts, he pressed his nose between the soft, warm silky globes and inhaled deeply. He and his bear moaned with excitement at the same time. She smelt so good, so right. Emmy was everything he’d ever dreamed about. Home and heart. She filled an empty space he didn’t know he’d had until he first saw her, and he could still barely believe she’d accepted to be his, to be theirs. He was nervous and excited to claim her for all time, but he couldn’t let his eagerness take over. Brooks needed to go slowly so he didn’t overwhelm or scare Emmy in any way.
There was no way in hell he was giving her a reason to change her mind.
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Emmy’s insides were on fire. She’d thought she been hungry for their touch before, but that was nothing compared the fiery need racing through her blood now. Her panties were saturated from the honey which continually leaked from her pussy. Her womb and clit were aching so much it was almost painful and her breasts felt as if they’d doubled in size, they were that swollen. Her clit felt as if it had its own heartbeat, and although she felt as if she was interminably empty, she also felt as if she was about to explode.
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