Page 67 of Wrestling With Werewolves

“Hang your head off the edge of the nest,” Lola commands, pointing to the very edge. “Go now.”

Because she’s fated to be mine, her command hits me square in the chest like a punch. Grunting, I roll onto my back and rest my head over the edge. Lola moves to straddle my feet, dragging her nose and mouth up my leg. She pauses at my knee to nip hard, which makes my dick jerk with need. The closer her mouth gets to it, the harder it is not to flip us both over and have my way with her.

I push onto my elbows, desperate to watch the show as her lazy, slow perusal brings her between my thighs. She bends gracefully down and licks a stripe up the underside of my cock as a string of expletives leaves my mouth. Rolling my hips, I try to get the tip between those pretty lips, but she chuckles. Slim fingers come to the base and grip as I resist the need to fist her hair and drag her up and down until I’m coming down that hot, silky throat.

“More,” I command. “Harder, Luna.”

She moves forward and brings my cock between her lips, sucking hard on the very tip, tongue swirling a circle around the sensitive underside.

Later, Big Daddy whines. Do this later, for the love of our goddess.

Lola growls softly and climbs up my body, straddling me as she leans forward, balancing on one arm. “Head back, Alpha,” she murmurs, wrapping her hand in my hair.

I obey dutifully, letting my head sink off the edge.

“Do your worst,” I whisper, smiling as she drags that sinful tongue up my neck.

Big Daddy paces and whines in my mind, but I don’t think either of us was prepared for her strike. Her teeth sink into my throat below my chin, her fingers gripping my hair tight. The vulnerable position, the teeth of a predator right there should put me in fight mode. But it’s her, so I groan as my hands roam her body—up both her sides, into her hair. I use my leverage to crush her to me.

And that’s when everything goes sideways again. The room flips upside down as the sound of doors unlocking and creaking open echoes over and over in my mind. Bliss and pain hit me in equal measure, Lola tensing as the same thing happens to her. Our bond is flooded with confusion and worry and ecstasy and so many fucking voices, all speaking at once. My body is tight enough to split, every inch of muscle locked and loaded.

Lola releases the bite and sits up, panting. I lie there, immobilized, shocked, as all the noise disappears in a flash and my mind is left blank. It reminds me of the utter silence after a midnight snowfall when the earth is completely devoid of all sound.

Lola grins, a surprised-sounding chuckle rumbling from her. “Gods, he’s here, Richard. Big Daddy is here.” She places a hand over her chest.

And when I feel for my wolf, he’s…gone.

“Not gone,” she whispers, having heard my thoughts, “here with us.”

I search our bond, and she’s right. Big Daddy’s there, he’s just distant. He’s…playing with her wolf.

“They’re so joyous,” she murmurs. “Goddess, this is incredible. Let me see if I can?—”

There’s an odd-feeling jolt, and then Big Daddy is back with me, but there’s a new wolf too, Lola’s wolf. She steps shyly into my mental space, looking at me with soft, thoughtful eyes. But then Big Daddy nips playfully at her side, and she leaps on him with a lively snarl. They go down in a heap of limbs, twisting and turning and nipping until he rolls over and plays dead, allowing her to bite every inch of him as his tail swishes lazily in the mental dirt.

I glance at my stunning mate where she straddles me, shocked at what’s going on in my mind. “I…wasn’t expecting this. I’ve never heard of anything like this.”

Lola’s crimson lips break into a joyous smile. “It feels right though, doesn’t it? It’s the Luna bond. Big Daddy was right. He must be.”

Emotion overwhelms me as the wolves play in my mind. My hands roam every inch of Lola that I can touch.

“Roll over, sweetheart,” I urge her. “Let me fucking lavish my love on you with my mouth while they play. I need to taste you again.”

One dark brow curls deviously upward, but she obeys beautifully.

I make good on my promise, licking and tasting and cherishing every inch of my woman.

My Luna.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER - LOLA

My heat rages for two full days. I lose track of the number of times we make love; I just know I’ve never been so blissed out and wrung dry by pleasure. Richard’s energy never flags, never fails. As many times as I demand he fill my need, he does it. And not just that—he forces us to pause every few hours to drink water and eat fruit. He’s a machine, in the best way.

By morning the third day, I’m exhausted all the way to my bones. Every inch of my body aches. He’s not much better. Even our wolves are tired, snoozing in a pile in the back of my mind to give Richard a break from their antics.

I can scarcely wrap my brain around this new normal. What I am painfully aware of is how filthy I am. Richard kept warm, wet rags handy for cleanup because I couldn’t bear to leave him long enough to shower. He even gave me an extraordinarily sexy tongue bath in wolf form, but all that led to was more sex. Goddess, really, really incredible sex.

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