Alpha Province: Polar Opposites (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) Page 12

  Jett was gazing at her through narrowed eyes as she swirled her tongue around the head of his erection. When Brooks saw his friend jerk, he realized that Emmy was lapping at the sensitive underside of his cock.

  “That feels so good, love,” Jett rasped out, “but I need more.”

  Emmy nodded, opened her lips wide, and took Jett’s cock in deeper.

  “So fucking good, Emmy.”

  Emmy hummed, and then she started to slowly bob her head up and down Jett’s shaft.

  “Don’t just kneel there staring,” Jett gasped out in a growly voice. “Claim our mate.”

  Brooks gulped and nodded as he grasped her hips firmly, and then he started to slowly work his way into her wet cunt. His breath sawed in and out of his lungs, and beads of sweat formed on his brow. The pleasure he was already feeling was intense, and he wasn’t even all the way inside of her yet.

  Finally, he was embedded in her tight, wet sheathe to the hilt, and he paused to savor the moment. Her pussy was rippling around his dick, and she’d intermittently clench down on him. Each time she did, she bathed him with more of her cum.

  When he felt his fingertips tingling, he glanced down to see patches of white fur sprouting and receding. If he hadn’t been holding on to his hunger by a mere thread, he would have laughed at the comical sight.

  “That’s enough, Emmy.” Jett lightly tugged on her hair, pulling her mouth off of his dick.

  Emmy panted, trying to catch her breath. “W-why did you stop me?”

  “Because I was getting close, love. When I come, I want to be deep inside that sexy, tight cunt.”

  “Oh,” Emmy moaned and shivered.

  A shudder of heat raced up Brooks’ spine. “Hold on, darlin’,” was all he managed to say before he drew his cock out to the tip. He drove back into her hard and fast and stilled when she cried out.

  “Did I hurt you, Emmy?”

  “God, no! You feel so good. I want, need more.”

  Her statement was what broke the camel’s back.

  Brooks totally lost it. He withdrew and plunged back in. Each time he pumped his hips he increased the pace until his body was slapping against her ass. Her wet cunt made wonderful, lewd, sexy, squelching sounds every time he shoved in deep.

  When the warmth at the base of his spine began to move toward his groin, Brooks knew he didn’t have long. He met Jett’s gaze and nodded to his friend.

  Jett shifted on the mattress until his head was once more under Emmy’s chest, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth while kneading and molding the other breast with his hand.

  Emmy groaned.

  “Fuck!” Brooks felt every twitch and ripple of her tight cunt around his dick, and the warmth heated until he felt as if it was searing him from the inside out. His balls, which had been hanging heavy between his legs, firmed even more, if that was at all possible, and crawled up closer to his body. When the fiery desirous heat touched his balls, he thrust harder, faster and deeper.

  “Jett, help her over,” Brooks ordered in a breathless pant as he drove his dick in deep before retreating again.

  “Oh,” Emmy gasped when Jett reached down between her legs and began to rub her clit. Her internal muscles began to tighten, and from the way her body started to tense, Brooks realized she was right on the edge of climax.

  “Fucking heaven,” Brooks rasped as he hammered in and out of her tight, wet pussy.

  “So big,” Emmy moaned. “Can…feel…everything.”

  “Yeah, darlin’,” Brooks encouraged when Emmy began slinging her hips back toward his, keeping to his fast rhythm. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing, the wet slurping of her pussy, and their slapping bodies. It was music to his ears.

  Her cunt coiled tighter still. Brooks wondered how he was able to keep gliding in and out of her sheath, but he wasn’t about to stop and ponder over it.

  Emmy was right on the cusp.

  He shifted higher onto his knees, and on the next stroke he drove down into her pussy. She gasped and groaned. Brooks’ licked his thumb coating it with saliva and then pressed it against her star.

  Emmy screamed. “Brooks!”

  Her cunt palpitated around his dick as she came. Her body shook and shivered, and juices dripped from her entrance.

  Brooks kept driving his hard cock in and out of her spasming sheath and penetrated her back entrance with the tip of his thumb.

  His balls felt as if they were on fire and about to crawl up inside of his body. Warmth pooled in his lower abdomen and his legs trembled.

  On the next stroke, he roared as the pleasure culminated. One more time he withdrew and shoved back in, still shouting as he climaxed. A loud rumbling set up in his ears, drowning everything else out. His vision blurred before sheeting with white, and his cock jerked and juddered as cum shot out of the end of his dick. The orgasm was the biggest, most profound moment in his life.

  His canines erupted from his gums, lengthening and sharpening. Brooks leaned over Emmy’s back, licked over the flesh at the crook of her shoulder on the opposite side to where Declan had claimed her, and bit down.

  His polar bear growled with triumph, but he was too caught up in Emmy and the nirvanic rapture still quaking his body. The orgasm seemed to last twice, three times longer than any other climax. He had no idea which way was up, down, or sideways.

  Finally, the intensity began to wane. His fangs receded, and he lapped at his mating mark. The moment he’d felt the connection with his mate snap into place, was the moment his orgasm had intensified.

  Emotional elation surged through his mind, body, and soul. His cold empty heart was so full, the feelings bubbling around in his chest were overwhelming. He’d never felt anything so poignantly special in his life, and tears of gratitude and completeness stung the back of his eyes.

  Brooks hadn’t even realized how empty his life had been until just now. He’d thought he’d been content after serving in the military, helping the other shifters restore the buildings in the once dilapidated ghost town, serving in the hotel and helping to patrol the border, but he hadn’t. He’d been going through the motions of living, existing each day, one after the other.

  Now he knew how cold and lonely he’d been, he silently vowed to do everything within his power to make sure Emmy felt loved, safe, and happy.

  Brooks hoped to never see a sad expression in those gorgeous blue eyes again. He wanted to make her smile each and every day, and he would achieve his goal as best he could.

  Nothing mattered but Emmy Warren. She was the love of his life, the very air he breathed. Because of her, everything that had been paled in comparison to the here and now, but all those long lonely years had been worth it. He wouldn’t change a thing because everything he’d done had led to this moment.

  Finally, when the euphoria began to recede and the quaking in his limbs lessened, Brooks forced his eyes open to gaze at Emmy. His equilibrium snapped back into place when he realized Jett was shoving at his shoulder and growling. Emmy was lying flat on her stomach on the bed, and he was lying on top of her. He quickly braced his upper body weight on his elbows and frowned when he noticed that her eyes were closed and her breathing was deep and even.

  Fuck! Had he hurt her? Crushed her into unconsciousness?

  What have I done?

  “Get the fuck off her, Brooks,” Jett commanded in a near shout.

  Brooks eased his softening cock from her pussy and bit back a moan. His dick was so sensitive it was almost painful. He shifted to Emmy’s side, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and rolled her toward him.

  “Did I hurt her?” he asked with a regretful tone.

  “No, but she was having trouble breathing with your heavy weight squashing down on her.”

  “Did she fall asleep?”

  Jett maneuvered until he was lying on his side behind Emmy. He moved in until his big body was spooning her smaller frame. “No.”

  Brooks frowned. “I fucking hurt her, didn’t I?”
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br />   “She passed out.”

  Brooks clenched his jaw as guilt assailed him. “I fucking lost it. I was too fucking rough with her.”

  “No,” Jett said.

  “What the fuck do you mean, no?” Brooks snarled. “Look at her. She’s out cold.”

  “What the hell is going on?” Declan shouted from the open bedroom doorway.

  Brooks hadn’t even heard his friend coming. A testament to his concern for his mate.

  “I—”

  “Emmy passed out, and Brooks thinks he’s hurt her.”

  Declan scowled at Brooks and hurried further into the room. He climbed up onto the bed and caressed up and down Emmy’s calf.

  “I fucking lost it.” Brooks eased away from under Emmy and sat up. “I was so lost in her, I wasn’t watching her.” He frowned at Jett. “Why the fuck didn’t you stop me?”

  “For fuck’s sake, Brooks, if you’ll let me speak, you’ll know what happened,” Jett snapped.

  Brooks shoved to his feet, swallowed audibly around the lump of emotion constricting his throat, and nodded.

  Jett sighed as he caressed a hand up and down Emmy’s side. “You didn’t hurt her. She was with you every step of the way. When you bit into her and claimed her, she climaxed again and then passed out. Not because you hurt her, but because the pleasure overwhelmed her.”

  Relief coursed through his blood, making him weak in the knees. He bent over, resting his hands on his knees, and panted. He couldn’t believe he’d lost control the way he had, but he was so fucking glad he hadn’t hurt his mate. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to look at himself in the mirror if he ever hurt Emmy.

  Declan met his gaze and nodded as he gained his feet again. “Stay with her until she wakes up. She’s going to need some cuddle time with you.”

  Brooks scrubbed a hand over his face and nodded at Declan. Emmy was the single most important person in his life. He would do anything and everything to keep her by his side. Declan left the room, closing the door behind him. Brooks got back onto the bed and brushed the hair back from Emmy’s forehead.

  Just as he wrapped her up in his arms again, she sighed and stirred. He kissed her forehead and met her gaze when she blinked her eyes open. She looked down her body and frowned. He was about to ask her if she was okay, but the frown turned to a smile.

  His breath caught in his lungs when her blue eyes sparkled with joy, and his heart slammed against his ribs when she giggled.

  “Well, that was definitely mind-blowing.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Jett sputtered and then roared with laughter.

  Emmy giggled again as she glanced at Jett over her shoulder. Her breath hitched in her throat as she took in his handsome visage. His head was tilted back, and his lips were parted as he chuckled. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his throat, and his shoulders twitched. However, it was seeing his pectorals flexing that had her just satiated libido perking up all over again as he clutched at his stomach.

  She turned back to face Brooks when she heard a choking sound, and then he was guffawing just as loudly as Jett was. They were so damn handsome, they made her heart hurt.

  Emmy could barely believe she was mated to Declan and Brooks and would soon be mated to Jett.

  They were the most amazing men she’d ever met and not because they could shift into polar bears. No one, no one, had ever treated her with such kindness or looked out for her the way these three men did.

  Warm fuzzies surged into her heart, and she found herself blinking rapidly to dispel tears of overwhelming emotion. She’d been drawn to them all from the start, and while she’d barely known them for a couple of days, the thought of walking away from them would have brought her to her knees if she’d been standing. Pain like she’d never known before pierced her heart, causing her to gasp.

  Jett must have heard her because he stopped laughing and was instantly serious. He tugged her away from Brooks, rolled her toward him, and cupped a cheek in his hand. “What’s wrong, love?” He frowned.

  Emmy shook her head and bit her lip. How was she supposed to tell them she was well on her way to falling in love with them after only a couple of days? She couldn’t. She was worried they’d laugh right in her face if she so much as hinted at how she felt. She was worried they wouldn’t believe her and that was a rejection she never wanted to face.

  “Are you all right, darlin’?” Brooks asked as he hugged her from behind.

  She nodded and shivered when he licked over the spot on her shoulder where he’d bitten her. Her breasts swelled to what felt like double their normal size, her areolae ruched, and her nipples hardened into hard points. Her pussy clenched, forcing a small gush of cream to leak from her entrance, and her clit began to engorge and throb.

  Brooks tugged on her earlobe, garnering her attention. She turned to meet his gaze over her shoulder. “I’m going to get cleaned up in the other bathroom and see if Declan needs some help. We kind of left the Kodiaks in charge of the place at a terrible time with the tour group returning.”

  Emmy nodded.

  “Come here, darlin’.” Brooks crooked his finger at her.

  Emmy rolled until she was facing him again. She was about to ask him what was wrong, or what he wanted, she wasn’t quite sure, but before she had a chance to voice anything, his lips were on hers. She melted into him, sighing with pleasure as she kissed him back. While the kiss was passionate, it wasn’t wild and hungry like the kisses they’d shared while making love, but it was full of emotion. This was slower with desire teasing at the edges, tantalizingly her into wanting more. Just as she was about to deepen the kiss, Brooks released her lips and lifted his head.

  He stroked a finger down her nose and gave her a soft smile. “I’ll see you soon, Emmy.”

  She nodded and watched as he rolled from the bed and strolled toward the door. She held her breath when he bent over to pick up his discarded clothes, giving her a delectable teasing glimpse of his beefy muscular ass and the sac hanging between those thick brawny thighs. She would never get sick of a sight like that. She almost groaned with frustration when he straightened and headed out.

  When he was gone with the door once more closed, she rolled back toward Jett. The moment she met his hungry, passion-hazed eyes was the second heated yearning began to simmer inside of her.

  “Would you like a bath or a shower, love?” Jett asked.

  She frowned. Was he trying to get out of mating with her? Had he changed his mind about wanting her?

  “Stop!” Jett grasped her chin and brought her gaze back up to his. She hadn’t even realized she’d looked away until then.

  “Stop what?”

  “Whatever you’re thinking.” Jett pressed a kiss onto her forehead. “I thought since you’ve made love twice already that you might want to soak and clean up a bit. You can deny it as much as you want, love, but I can tell you’re tender.”

  Emmy blushed. She had no idea how he knew, but he was right. She’d only ever had sex once and the bastard’s cock had been nowhere near the size of her guys’ dicks. “That sounds nice.”

  Jett nodded and winked and got off the bed. Before Emmy could follow him, he turned back toward her and scooped her up into his arms. She squealed and looped an arm around his neck. “Put me down. I’m too heavy.”

  Jett snorted. “Are you shitting me?” He met her gaze as he carried her into the adjoining bathroom. “You’re as light as a feather, love.”

  “Now who’s lying?” she asked.

  He quirked a brow at her. “I’m not and I would never lie to you, Emmy.”

  She must have shown the skepticism in her heart on her face.

  He stopped next to the large spa bath and lowered her feet to the mat covering the cool tiles. “You don’t believe me?”

  She felt guilty when she saw a flash of pain in his gorgeous brown eyes, and just as he started to turn away from her, she reached up and cupped his cheek. “I’m tall, Jett, which means I’m no lightweight.”<
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  “And I’m a shifter, love. I’m way stronger than the average man. When I said you were as light as a feather, I meant it.”

  Emmy nodded. “I’m sorry for doubting you.”

  “Don’t worry about it, love.” Jett bent over the bath and turned the taps on. “We’re still trying to find our way with each other. There’s bound to be conflict as we get to know each other better.” After checking the temperature of the water, he straightened and faced her again. “We’re also men, so be prepared for us to fuck up a time or two.”

  Emmy smiled. “You need to give me some leeway as well. I’ve only had one relationship, and that was all based on a lie.”

  Jett scowled, but Emmy knew he wasn’t angry with her, but her ex. She was sorry for bringing him up, but she needed to be as honest with them as she wanted them to be with her.

  “Did that fucker say something about your weight, your body?”

  Emmy blushed with remembered humiliation and glanced toward the floor. She didn’t want to see Jett’s pity. “Yes.”

  Jett nudged her chin up until their gazes were locked. “What did the asshole say?”

  “After he’d taken my virginity, he rolled from the bed and started dressing.” Emmy sucked in a ragged breath. “He told me that if I ever wanted to attract and keep a man, that I needed to start dressing in skimpier clothes, to ditch any shoes with a heel, and to lose some weight.”

  “You do realize he was saying those things because of his own inadequacies, don’t you?”

  Emmy shook her head. “He didn’t have—”

  “I beg to differ, love. How tall was this guy? Was he shorter than you, the same height, what?”

  “The same height as me,” she answered quietly.

  “Was he muscular or skinny?”

  “Skinny.”

  “Did he have wiry strength, or was he a weakling?”

  “What has—”

  Jett glanced toward the filling tub before moving closer. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his naked, muscular chest. She swallowed down a groan of need when his hard cock pulsed against her stomach, but tried to ignore it since he seemed to be able to.