Page 127 of The Wolf in My Tavern

My dick hardens. It is always fucking hard. Gray is naked, and his cock is likewise hard and pressed up against mine, separated only by my leather pants. I feel this scenario ought to bother me more than it does.

“For fuck’s sake. Stick to the plan, whelp, or we shall never get her there. This is her first time, and her body needs encouragement.”

I take a deep breath. My cock is still throbbing against his. He has explained in detail how it is when an omega goes into heat… the kind of depraved things that can be done that she will crave and need.

“She will get all the orgasms her sweet body can endure once she goes into heat. Do not rut her. Be very careful how you touch her. She is so primed that if you even look at her the wrong way, she will likely go fucking off.”

“Fine. I get it. I won’t rut her. I will touch her carefully and only when I must.” A sudden thought comes to mind. “Can she suck my cock? I am very fucking hard and cannot think straight in this condition.”

He grins. “She may suck your cock. So long as her naughty fingers do not go anywhere near her pussy. She can have all the dick she wants so long as she does not get fucking off.”

Ada

I laze in bed, playing absently between my still-spread legs, wishing Callum or Gray were touching me.

Huffing out a breath when I only make matters worse, I get out of bed.

I ache. I need dick.

Padding over to the window, I open the shutters wider and peer out at the forest, feeling disgruntled with my lot.

Fine, I am a little sore, but it is nothing sufficient to stop me. Surely I am the best judge of what I can and cannot take?

I am still staring out the window when I hear footsteps approach and spin around to see Callum stalking me down, his expression dark and brooding. He flashes between forms so fast I’d have missed it if I blinked. His pants flutter to the floor, and my eyes dart down to his cock, sticking straight up and oozing pre-cum. I gasp as he fists my hair and pushes me roughly to my knees.

“Suck,” he commands, directing the weeping head of his cock at my lips.

A mini, and entirely unsatisfactory, climax, washes over me. I open dutifully to take the head into my mouth, groaning as the taste explodes across my tongue.

“Good girl,” he says, plowing straight to the back of my throat. “Use your tongue how you know I like.”

I gag.

He pulls out, only to slam back again.

My jaw aches, and my body lights up as he uses my mouth for his pleasure with barely tempered aggression.

I press my tongue into the underside, rewarded by the taste of pre-cum with every surge and retreat. My fingers skim down over my belly… it will not take much for me to…

His delicious flesh is snatched from my mouth. “What? Oh!”

Fist in my hair, he arches my neck painfully and in a way that only makes me moan.

“Fingers away from your pussy this instant, or you will not get any more of my dick.”

I snatch my hand away and pop my mouth open, ready to receive.

He pushes three fingers into my mouth, making me gag. “I am not sure if you are worthy. You have been very naughty, touching yourself without my permission.”

Instinctively I suck, using my eyes to plead with him, to tell him that I am good. I clasp my hands together at my lower back, lest I be tempted to risk his wrath again.

He pumps his fingers slowly while I suck, lick, and salivate all over them. “Maybe I will come over your tits instead,” he taunts. “I am very close. It would not take much.”

Just when I fear he might do as much, he takes his fingers out and fills my willing mouth full of cock.

He groans, and his cum floods my mouth. I gulp greedily, not even caring that I can barely breathe.

I am far from done when he slips from my lips. I stare hungrily at the firm flesh that has been taken away.

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