Page 136 of The Wolf in My Tavern

Her pussy locks down so tightly on my cock that I’m rendered temporarily blind and further distracted from whatever the fuck Gray is doing… his fingers are pressing, probing, all around the base of my cock.

I try to yank her away, but I’m on my knees—my feet are all tangled up in the furs—and I don’t go anywhere.

He hooks a finger in her pussy.

My knot pops out.

“The fuck!” I grunt, trying vainly to stuff her back down onto my knot. She is so slick and writhing with her pleasure, I do not have a fucking hope.

“She can take this,” he says confidently, like he is a fucking expert on rutting an omega, which he is not.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” My beast is rising up, displeased with this development. He wants to rip Gray’s fucking head off. Only Ada is still crushing the rest of my length lovingly. I would need to leave her to fuck the bastard up, and I do not want to thump him that much.

“I need inside her, too,” he says, a determined air to his voice.

I don’t realize his intentions until he squishes her right up against me. She moans helplessly. I feel him fumbling between us.

“Pull out a bit,” he says. “And we will take her together.”

My heart rate takes off at a gallop, distracting me from a fantasy where I beat him to a bloody pulp so I can take my woman in peace. He has talked about this with me in private, filling my head with debauched images of the things an omega needs when in heat.

My cock flexes inside her.

My interest is absolute.

“Hold her legs up,” he says. “That way, I can better see what I’m doing.”

Her head rolls back against my shoulder.

I clasp behind her knees and lift her slightly off.

His hand fumbles between us before his fingers close over my dick.

I growl lowly. He is focused on what he does, his expression is intent, his tongue running back and forth over his lower lip as he mashes our flesh together and then pushes.

The tips slide together inside her before they pop out again.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

“I need cock,” Ada bemoans.

“Hush. We are working on it,” Gray mutters. “This would go easier if your other mate helped instead of watching like a lust-drunk sap!”

“I am fucking helping,” I snarl.

His fist tightens painfully around my cock.

Fresh sweat pops from pores all over my body.

I want inside her.

With him.

Together.

I want it more than my next breath.

“She will feel so fucking good after we have done this,” he says. “All stretched out. Gaping. She will beg us to do this again before her heat is done. Mark my word.”

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