Page 109 of The Wolf in My Tavern

The climax that rips through me is a revelation, a deep explosion of pleasure as my cock begins to shoot cum. It is not only my pleasure, for she is coming, and so is he.

She swallows greedily, a little trickling from the side of her mouth.

I can’t think beyond the vision, aroused knowing he has knotted her despite my knot aching for the same.

As her throat works around my length, I pull out slowly, blinking, trying to work out where the fuck I am.

He gathers her limp body up and pitches onto his back, settling her over him to his satisfaction. She is soft in his arms, and if her dreamy expression is any indication, she is well satisfied.

I collapse onto my back beside him. The bed is not big enough for two men our size, but I wouldn’t be anywhere else. And then I turn onto my side because I can’t help but keep pushing. I brush the hair back from her cheek.

Callum purrs. It has a pleasing rumble, and I take up the sound.

She softens and moves against him, a little restless.

He wraps one arm around her ass and presses her down.

She moans and burrows her nose deeper into his chest.

I lift my eyes from her to find him staring back at me. There is the faintest smirk before he closes his eyes determinedly.

I grin and, likewise, roll onto my back. I don’t even care that the covers are rolled up at the bottom somewhere. I will get them in a bit.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Callum

When I wake up the next morning, I find I have rolled onto my side during my sleep. A soft feminine body snuggles against me, her mouth open against my chest. She makes the most adorable snoring noises as she sleeps.

My cock is hard, and my mind immediately shifts toward rutting. My hand slides up her hip only to bump up against firm, hairy male flesh. I grunt in disgust and take my hand away. The owner similarly grunts and tightens his hold, pulling her away from me.

I growl.

He stills.

Ada snores on, oblivious.

My eyes slide down to where her ass is nestled against his crotch. Heat rushes through my body in an instant as I wonder if he is inside her… if he has knotted her while I was asleep.

Yet more blood pounds into my cock, and my heart rate rockets as I frantically seek signs to support or deny this assumption.

“Her mating ceremony will be rough on her,” he says in a lazy drawl, his fingers depressing the soft flesh at her hip as he grinds his crotch against her ass.

I still don’t know if he is inside her or just pushing up against her from behind.

Her legs are tangled with mine, and my cock rests against her thigh, hard, hot, heavy, and pulsing pre-cum.

My mind skips back to what he just said. My eyes clash with his over her disheveled head. “Mating ceremony?”

“Aye,” he says. “It is the accepted way that we mate in our pack.”

“We are not already mated then?”

He shakes his head. “Not yet.”

My brows pinch together. I am not used to lying this close to another male. But I find I do not mind it as much as I feel I ought to. “Are you inside her?” I blurt out. I cannot fucking help myself. I need to know.

His chuckle is low and husky. I do not like it one fucking bit.

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