Page 108 of The Wolf in My Tavern

Callum growls and, pinning her still so she cannot move, continues to devour her.

My fingers close around her throat as I instinctively move to support him, holding her immobile so he can have his way.

“Lie there like a good girl,” I say. “Your mate needs you, and he will not stop until he is done.”

“Oh, oh, oh!”

Callum growls, this time it is one fully steeped in pleasure.

He likes this and perhaps begins to understand what it can be like when two men share a mate. The arousal that bounces between you as you utterly dominate her. The pleasure you derive is proportional to that which you wrest from her body.

It is a heady thing.

I like very much that he is taking her beyond what she is comfortable with, that she is twitching, sensitive—oversensitive, perhaps—and that she feels like this might be too much.

Nonsense pours from her lips, and she jerks against our hold before her eyes flash to mine.

Her jaw hangs slack, and another deep, wanton moan erupts from her chest as she splinters into another climax.

If her cries are any indication, this one is even more powerful than the first.

Once more, I taste her pleasure, kissing her lips, swallowing up those sounds, and feeling them vibrate between us as she groans into my mouth.

She is suddenly jolted from me. I stare down her body to find her legs spread wide and Callum on his knees, buried inside her to the root.

I lean up a little to better see what he does.

He cups her ass in his big hands and begins to power into her.

The cries she makes now are different. They are absolutely wild.

I stroke my fingers through her hair, mesmerized by the play of emotions on her face. “Fuck, that feels good, doesn’t it? Getting his cock all deep inside your needy cunt. Do you want to come again?”

Her fingers seek and find mine, squeezing tightly, like she is trying to ground herself.

It is too much. I cannot hold back. If he wants me off, he is going to have to do so by force. I’m betting on him not wanting to leave her pussy long enough to deal with me, and so I push my luck, rising to my knees as he continues to pound her with his cock.

I don’t realize my intentions until I am leaning over her, my weeping cock in hand, level with her full lips.

“Open up for him, mate,” Callum commands. “Open up and suck his dick.”

His words sweep like a tingle over my skin. I am already fucking close, but knowing that he accepts this, that he might well enjoy watching her suck me off, as he watched many times before while bound on the ship, brings a surge of pure lust.

I knew he fucking liked it. The cum he spewed into his pants told me as much.

Today is different. He is not bound, nor is he forced to watch. No, he is choosing to.

I don’t hesitate, and as her lips part, I slide down her throat.

It is a lot for her to take, even in my human form. Not that it stops her tongue from swirling around the head, her fingers digging into my hips, trying to pull me deeper.

“Fuck. Look at her,” Callum says, a note of pride in his voice.

“I am not going to fucking last,” I mutter.

“Me neither,” he admits. “She feels too fucking good.”

She moans around my cock, and her body jackknifes as she comes. In response, I see the sudden pickup and the speed of his fucking. The wet, sticky noises he makes. And then the way he slows, grunts, and stops.

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