Emmett lets out a content chuckle.
“Yes,” I say. On the other side of Auryn, I see Gage and Diego wrapped together. Gage’s arm brushes the edges of where my hand meets Emmett’s. Three hands rest over Auryn’s warm stomach, and I feel strange.
Warm, sated, but also…
“You can tell me if you’re uncomfortable,” Emmett murmurs sleepily. “I just…need you to know that.”
I nod.
“I’m not,” I whisper. “Uncomfortable, I mean. You are warm, and you smell good.”
I squeeze his hand, the words falling out of my mouth of their own accord.
“You can tell me, too,” I say softly. “If you’re ever feeling uncomfortable or anxious or—” I look at Auryn, at her peaceful expression.
She’s practically glowing in the morning light. She’s so beautiful, and looking at her makes my heartbeat quicken.
Emmett purrs against my back.
“I feel pretty fucking good right now.” His dick twitches against my flesh, hard and wet. I grin, knowing that he’s well on his way to recovery. He didn’t grimace too much last night, which must mean coming is becoming less painful for him.
I don’t move, and he mutters my name.
“Huh?” I ask, realizing I spaced out.
“Are you okay with this?” he asks, and I realize all at once what he’s actually asking.
“Um…as long as you don’t put your dickinmy ass, I think I’m okay.”
Emmett chuckles softly as he thrusts his dick against my cheek. “Can I come on your ass?”
I think about the question for a moment before I answer. “I suppose.”
His hand tightens its grip as he thrusts against me, smearing his precum along my ass cheek. His thrusts quicken as he growls.
My dick is still soft, and I tense as his hand slides from mine and grabs my cock. Anxiety blankets me because I know he knows I’m not aroused. Will that set him off? Will he think there’s something wrong with him if—
“This okay?” he asks.
I nod. “I think so, but…um, I can’t—”
“I can stop,” he says, but I hear the heat in his voice. He’s close enough already; I don’t want to hurt him if I stop him. Mentally or physically.
I shake my head. I close my eyes, let out a sigh and push back against his thrust, my body tightening. A low whine leaves my throat because I want to satisfy him because he’s my packmate. Because I love him.
But my dick isn’t like his or Gage’s or Diego’s. I can’t fuck at the drop of a dime, and until Auryn came into my life, I was perfectly content to never fuck anyone. Hell, I barely enjoyed fucking my own hand.
Auryn stirs, and I freeze. Emmett does too. Her eyes blink as she takes in the sight of us, and for a minute I think everything that happened is about to fall apart. But then she leans up and kisses me while one hand joins Emmett’s around my dick.
Together, they wordlessly stroke me until Emmett growls out that he’s coming. My dick barely twitches as a warm wetness explodes on my flesh.
“Such a good boy,” Auryn whispers as she kisses me. I feel the bed shift, and then a moment later, I feel a tongue—Emmett’s tongue—on my flesh, and I nearly jump off the bed.
“Just cleaning you up,” Emmett says, his voice tinged in humor and love.
Love.
I settle a bit as Auryn kisses me with praise.
