We roll over, changing positions, and Em kneels in front of me on the bed. I don’t know if anyone has thought to stock lube in here–when our Auryn is ready, she’s always more than ready–so I spit on my cock before easing it in. Em sighs and rocks his hips back into me, which I take as a good sign. I stroke his hips as I start to thrust slowly, doing my best not to overdo it with him.
I shouldn’t have worried. Within minutes, Em’s giving as good as he gets, clenching around me and bucking back against me. We build a good rhythm, a nice, easy pace, our grunts the only sound in the room besides the slapping of skin on skin.
Until, that is, there’s a soft, feminine gasp, followed by the scent of lemongrass and … cinnamon?
Em and I freeze.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Auryn says, her voice low and husky. I’m familiar with her tone, and I realize she must be enjoying what she walked in on. The soft whisper of fabric falling to the floor sounds behind me, the mattress sinks beneath Auryn’s weight, and her bare breasts press against my back. She puts her hands atop mine on Em’s hips and starts guiding him forwards and back.
“Auryn, please … Not you …” Em’s words are strained. “Don’t look …” He snatches two pillows and stuffs them under his hips, hiding his mangled cock.
“Let me see,” she murmurs, and her delicate hands disappear underneath Emmett. I’m trapped between the two of them, feeling like I’m intruding on an intimate moment. I doubt Em wants an audience for this revelation.
I can almost feel the moment Auryn’s fingers find his injury. He tenses all over, and he starts to tremble.
“Oh, my poor Em,” she says softly. “What did they do to you?”
“Auryn, maybe I should leave–”
“Don’t you dare go anywhere,” she growls at me. “Em needs us.”
My sweet sunshine-scented mate’s hand begins to move beneath him, and Em moans. “It’s okay, Em. We’re here. Let us help you.”
I don’t know what help I can provide. Spearing him on my cock and fucking him silly isn’t really therapeutic. Sure, it can give him a momentary distraction, but with Auryn stroking him there’s no way he can forget.
Then something amazing happens: Em starts to respond again. He’s hesitant at first, yes, but he picks up speed the more Auryn works him.
“Good boy,” she mutters, scooting closer to his head. She lifts his chin with her other hand and guides his head to her chest. Em opens his mouth and latches onto her breast, and Auryn purrs as she threads her fingers into his hair. “There you go. That’s my Emmett.”
It shouldn’t be this sexy to watch another man suckle on my mate’s breast, but it is. My hips slam into Em as he licks and sucks her stiff nipples, and Auryn never stops stroking him. His back arches beautifully, and cum spurts out in a wide, high arc. Auryn catches his mouth with hers. The sight of the two of them together sets off my own climax. I still inside Em with a shout, filling him to overflowing.
When I finally disengage, Auryn treats me with a kiss. “Thank you,” she says, though for what, I don’t know. I didn’t do anything special that I’m aware of; I just did what felt right.
Taking care of my pack will always feel right.
Chapter 34
Gage
Auryn’s purring and growling. Em’s a shell of his former self. Diego seems preoccupied, and Olly’s lost in data.
Everything’s gone to fucking hell, all because of Sneed and his fucked-up “experiments.”
Torture, more like it. Calling them experiments makes it sound like his victims were volunteers, and I know Em and Auryn too well to think for one second they’d agreed to the nightmares they went through.
I can’t even imagine … can’t fathom what that could be. Auryn’s been tight-lipped about her experiences there since she arrived, and now Em seems to be reluctant to share details with us. Withme. Everyone’s fucking hiding shit from me, and it’s driving me crazy.
While Auryn and Em have some alone time, I excuse myself for some alone time of my own. I need to think.
Exercise calms my mind like nothing else. I change into some loose sweats and trot outside to run laps around the compound. The air is crisp and cool, though within minutes I’m dripping with sweat. As my feet pound the dirt, I try to process the events of the past few days.
Diego shot. Emmett captured and tortured. Auryn almost returning to the feral state we found her in, snapping and threatening anyone who comes within ten feet of Em.
Too much sadness lately. Too much pain.
All because of Sneed.
I want to rip the bastard to shreds. Gut him, string him up by his own innards, and leave him for the vultures.
