Page 107 of The Wolf in My Tavern

Like a fucking invitation.

“Goddess,” she mutters as I lower my head.

She knows what I am about to do. Her fingers spear his hair, holding him close, but her other hand reaches toward me. Blinking at me through lust-drunk eyes, she cups my cheek.

I have no fucking restraint. If he rips me off and beats me for my presumptuousness, I don’t fucking care. I can no more stop myself from tasting than I can stop my heart from beating in my chest.

My mouth lowers, and I enclose her stiff nipple in my mouth. I suck deeply, feeling instantly soothed by the action, even as my dick pulses and oozes pre-cum.

Her cry is pure visceral pleasure, and my cock flexes in answer.

My mind strays. I think of her body changing after we have bred her through her first heat, of her tits growing plump, full of milk, and of her belly swollen where our seed has been planted and grown.

It is a compelling vision. I cannot fucking wait. That there is a pack war between me and that elusive future is the bitterest of blows.

She comes with a scream, her fingers fisting my hair so tightly I feel some strands pull out.

My lips pop off her tit. I turn her to face me so I can capture her cries in my mouth, tasting her passion with all the greed of a starving me.

As her chest heaves and she comes down, I slowly lift my head to find Callum staring at me, his chest heaving and eyes a little glazed.

She whimpers, and my gaze lowers to where he pulls his hand from her pants.

When he shoves it into his mouth and sucks, my mouth fucking waters—I know how good she tastes, could snack on her sweet cunt all day and all night and never have enough.

My heart pounds as I wonder what he will do next.

“Strip her,” he mumbles, and, almost like he’s in a daze, he rises from the bed and begins tearing off his clothes.

I turn back to Ada. Her shirt is ruined with half the buttons missing, laying open to expose her beautiful tits. She needs rutting—by her mates.

“By your command,” I say indulgently. “It will be my pleasure to strip our mate.”

He rumbles something. I hear his boots thunk as he kicks them off, but I am already divesting our sweet little omega of her clothing.

She helps me or tries to. Mostly, she gets in the fucking way, but I admire her enthusiasm.

The red shirt goes flying and lands on the floor, and, soon after, her sexy little boots and pants are likewise stripped off and tossed to the floor.

She lies naked beside me, and I am trying to work out where I want to eat first when the bed dips under Callum’s weight. He spreads her legs wide open and buries his head between them with a groan.

My cock jerks and gushes with pre-cum. “Gods,” I mutter gruffly.

She opens her legs wider, helping him to get better access, and offers up filthy fucking moans as he eats her out.

I’m ready to shoot my load. Not that it would make any difference if I did. I don’t believe my cock would even go down.

Somehow, I find the presence of mind not to interfere. He needs this; he needs to be the one driving this after what I did to him.

I turn her face toward me, and her eyes clash with mine.

“Does that feel good, Ada?” I ask, cupping her cheek and rubbing the pad of my thumb over her lower lip.

She nods slowly. “So good… I’m going to… Oh Goddess.”

I watch as her climax plays out across her face, her cries, and the flush that spreads from her cheeks down to the swell of her tits.

She twitches and jerks.

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