Free Whitney by Celia Kyle Page A

uh… I mean, I have, but…”
    His partner growled, wrapping his arms around their mate and he cupped her mound. “You’ve never had a man in this delicious pussy and ass at the same time.”
    She whimpered, and a blush filled her entire body. “No.”
    “Damn, sweet.” Levy growled, the wolf thrilling at the fact they’d be the only ones to possess that part of her. His shaft throbbed and hardened further while a drop of pre-cum formed at the tip, wetting his pajamas. “Need you.”
    He looked over Whitney’s shoulder and met Emmett’s gaze, communicating without words. It was time. After long moments, the wolf finally nodded.
    He held his hand out for her, noting the tremble of her fingers as she gripped him. Before she rose, Emmett stroked her pussy and that slight tremble turned into a violent shudder.
    Levy tugged and she stumbled into him, her lush curves fitting against him as if she’d been made to cradle his body. Then again, she had.
    “That feel good, sweet?”
    She whimpered and wiggled against him, testing his resolve even further. He was going to come inside her, fill her with his scent as he bit and claimed her forever.
    Distantly he knew Emmett moved around the room, stripping before he headed to the bedside table and retrieved the bottle of lube that had come with the room. The hotel staff had stocked the suites well.
    “Are you ready, Whitney?” He brushed her tattered shirt from her shoulders then reached around her and stroked her back, sliding along her spine until he got to the crack of her ass. He didn’t stop there. No, he delved farther until her warmth met his fingertips. Between those cheeks lay heaven. “Are you ready for me to push my cock into your ass? It’s going to feel so good. So tight for me.”
    Emmett’s growl snared their attention. Yeah, they’d talked about how they’d eventually take her, Levy in her pussy, taking her face-to-face, while Emmett enjoyed her ass. But the man had hidden himself from her long enough. He generally growled and snarled and had never been one to do well with women. His partner was a man of action and not pretty words.
    Well, it was time for Whitney to see the softer side of her other mate.
    “Please?”
    “You want me in your ass?” Levy smirked when Emmett glared at him.
    “Yes,” she hissed when his fingertip glanced her dark hole.
    He could practically hear the other wolf’s curses and internal snarls. Not that it mattered. Emmett was head over heels for their mate and would do as she desired.
    With a smirk, he nudged Whitney toward the bed. “In the middle, hands and knees.”
    Without hesitating, she did as he directed, crawling into place, hands planted firmly on the soft mattress and ass and pussy fully exposed to him. Levy quickly shed his pants and then eased behind her. He held out his hand, grinning when the bottle was slapped onto his palm hard enough to cause a little sting. “Emmett, why don’t you get under our mate and lick her little clit while I get her ready.” He popped the top, noting the little shiver that traveled over her body in a wave. “And, sweet, feel free to suck his cock.”
    It took a few moments of shifting bodies to get into position, but then he had them both where he wanted them. He’d never taken the lead so firmly before and he was finding he liked it. A lot.
    Levy drizzled some of the viscous fluid along the crease of Whitney’s ass, smiling when she moaned around Emmett’s cock. He didn’t care why she made the arousing sound, he was simply happy they could give their mate pleasure.
    Squirting a little of the lube over his fingers, he tossed the bottle aside and got to the task of preparing their mate. He stroked her lower back, acclimating her to his touch while he teased her back hole with his fingertip. He circled and danced over her forbidden entrance, smiling at the sounds she made. Each one had his cock hardening and lengthening farther.
    When he breached her with a single digit,