Page 110 of The Wolf in My Tavern

“I am not inside her, lad, although gods know she was greedy in the night. She had her small hands wrapped around each of our cocks at one point. If you were not so dead to the fucking world, I might have done something about it.”

I blink a few times. “I slept unnaturally deeply,” I mutter.

“You had your first shift,” he says reasonably, “and you have never ridden a horse. You will probably sleep deep and heavy for a while until you adapt to both.”

“What is this mating ceremony?” I ask as my mind circles back.

“Pack leaders claim their mate before the pack.”

Fuck! My cock flexes vigorously. I do not consider myself to have an exhibitionist side. But if this is part of his pack, maybe all packs, who am I to argue? “We will rut her in front of other people?”

He nods, his hand sliding up to cup her breast possessively from behind as he lowers his lips to her throat and kisses her.

A surge of jealousy rises within me. My cock still feels like it is about to go off—this is a very confusing time.

“In front of the whole pack,” he says, lifting his lips and looking me in the eye.

“Does she know?” I glance down at Ada, who continues to snore.

“I do not believe I have mentioned it to her. When she goes into heat, she won’t care. She will demand our cocks, tear into us with her nails and teeth if we don’t tend her to her satisfaction. Omegas are very determined when in heat, and do not much care for the subtleties of where they are or who is watching.”

Omega. It is as hard to accept that Ada is a coveted omega as it is to accept that I am a shifter with royal blood.

I swallow thickly. “How do we know when she is going into heat? What if we have not reunited the pack by then? What if we have no pack at all?”

“We will get the pack back.” He growls lowly. “I have no fucking doubt.”

He withdraws his hand from her breast and rolls out of the bed.

As he strides away, my eyes go to his cock, noting that it is pointing straight up and is hard like mine, although there is nothing to suggest he was inside her, so I believe he did not lie about that, at least.

He pauses to rake a hand through his hair, then glances over at me.

I snap my eyes up from his cock.

His lips tug up. He is unbothered by my perusal.

Over the last week, I have spent more time looking at his cock than I am comfortable with on reflection. If you find yourself needing to go at the same time as another man, it is only polite to avert your eyes. Certainly, I have not watched another man thrust into a woman, taking pleasure in it.

Ada stirs in my arm, and though still apparently asleep, her small hand seeks and finds my cock, wrapping around it and taking it in a firm grip.

“Fuck!”

A knock sound on the door.

Gray smirks and throws it open without even cursory hesitation.

I toss the tangled blanket over us not a moment too soon as a serving lass bustles in with a tray of food.

Ada wakes up with a start at the sudden clatter and bang, her fingers tightening possessively over my dick in a way that is more painful than pleasant.

She sends a cute little hiss at the serving lass, whose eyes snap to the bed.

“I b-brought b-breakfast, milord,” the serving lass stammers.

“We’ll take it downstairs,” Gray says. “Please ask our companions to meet us there.”

The lass scurries out with a swift, bobbed curtsy to Gray.

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