Page 134 of The Wolf in My Tavern

This chamber is smaller. Steep stone walls covered in vines and clinging flowers reach upward. The top is open but overgrown, letting only hazy sunlight in. The sand floor leads to a pool heated by a deep underground spring. The air is humid and perfumed with flowers.

Opposite the pool is a wide stone outcrop, where the ceiling tampers inward to create an intimate space. The entrance is braced by two ornate wood carvings.

This is the place for mating. It is a place that only belongs to the pack leader and his chosen mate. As the new pack leader, this is mine to use as often as I wish.

I foresee us returning here often as she comes into heat again… and at any time we choose to reconfirm our vows.

Ada shivers—not from cold but from her heat. Her breathing has become an unsteady pant, and her eyes are glazed.

I lower her beside a stone outcrop. The inside is well padded and covered in a base layer of pelts with a greater stack waiting to the side.

This is her opportunity to nest.

Not all pack leaders mate an omega, so not all can experience the wonder that is mine. I am deeply enamored with the thought of her making a nest—the bed in our chamber has already taken on a distinct nest-like feel.

But this one is special.

This is where, Goddess willing, she will be bred. And this is where, when the time comes, when her belly grows ripe with our seed, she will birth our pups.

She sinks to her knees before it. Callum reaches for the nearest pelt and passes it to her to see if she takes it.

She is slow about it, drawing it to her nose and sniffing it. Afterward, seeming satisfied with the scent, she crawls forward and carefully places the pelt.

My chest swells with pride, gratitude, and hope for the future. I share a look with Callum, feeling a great outpouring of love. He is inside me now, beside Ada, a steady influence in one so young. Being connected is nothing new to me. I have been as much all my life.

Yet Callum is new, as are his ways, and I must admit there is unexpected joy in sharing all of Ada’s firsts with someone who adores her as much as I do… who wants to defile every perfect inch of her body with the same hunger.

We are both in beast form, lusty and eager for what comes next, sinking into our rut mindsets.

Our mate makes our nest. I catalog every curve and contour in her body—so tiny and precious. My eyes linger on the bites at her throat, the evidence that she has been claimed. It is hard to watch her do this, to allow her the time. But she is an omega, and if we want her bred, she must make a nest to her satisfaction. Here she will feel safe to let go and entrust her care to us.

I temper the urge to fall upon her until she has completed her nest. But the veil is coming down over my world with every passing moment, with every pelt carefully selected and put into place.

I know when she is done and when she hesitates before taking another pelt.

She has her back to us now, lifts her head, and slowly glances back at me and then Callum.

She is no longer Ada.

She is a creature of instinct.

She is an omega in heat.

Then she turns away from us, lowers her cheek to the furs, and pushes her ass up before she spreads her legs invitingly. The tops of her thighs glisten with her slick. Her pussy is pink and plump looking, engorged by her arousal.

Only when I step blindly forward to reach for her do I realize another male is in my way.

I have not been fast enough.

Callum

My beast, satisfied in his claim, relinquishes control to the man and I transition to human.

Now we have left the pack behind, I answer my mate’s call.

Her tight cunt caresses my cock with every thrust. My wolf sits in the background, encouraging me to take her rougher, to fuck her harder.

Gray is likewise human and growling his displeasure as he paces, watching me rut our mate. Perhaps I have broken shifter etiquette by taking her immediately again.

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