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As the door rattles into the jamb, Ada pushes the covers aside, rolls above me, and takes my cock into her mouth, sucking me straight to the back of her throat. It feels like the top of my head is about to blow off.

I barely notice Gray stalking for the bed, nor do I care when his first thrust shoves her deeper onto my cock.

“Good girl,” I say. “Take what you need. This is all yours. The lass would not dare touch what belongs to you.”

The mention of the serving lass charges her aggression, and she rakes her nails over my thigh even as she does some kind of twirling magic with her tongue that brings a tingle to the base of my spine.

What follows is hot and fast and none of us care for finessing as we chase down the prize.

She comes first, her body bucks and she makes the filthiest moan and sucks down my cock.

“Fuck!” My grip tightens on her hair, and I shoot my load down her throat.

Gray growls and slams deep before emitting a guttural cry, even as Ada moans around my cock.

“Gods! I have knotted her,” Gray mutters weakly as Ada continues to lick and lap at my cock like she is determined to gather every drop of my seed. “Her possessiveness tipped me right over the edge. We will never get out of this fucking room.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Callum

Somehow, we resist further rutting, clean up, and don our clothes. There’s nothing else for Ada to wear except the saucy outfit—I have torn half the buttons off, and it now offers a nice view of her cleavage.

Gray mutters under his breath as he eyeballs it.

Unexpectedly, I find myself grinning. There is something fucking hot about sharing a woman, knowing that all the things you admire, he is admiring in her too. There is still the odd spike of jealousy, more often when he touches her in a simple way that holds familiarity. But it passes, and I remember what I can look forward to tonight.

I don’t know how we get out the fucking door.

We do, heading down to meet the others.

Here I am reminded that Gray has recently lost his father, that what we shared last night was a brief, perfect interlude, and that danger lurks in our future.

Gray

“I have allies among the barbarian clans,” I say as we sit down to make plans in a quiet corner of the tavern. It is morning, and we have the place to ourselves.

Yesterday, the news was fresh and raw. Today, I need to face my future, to do right by my pack and my mate. My father was a good man, and although we did not agree on everything, he held all my respect and love. My mother died some years ago, and it is a small mercy that she is with the Goddess and not subjected to that monster, Rufus.

“How will that help?” Saul asks, his brows pulling together. “They live far away… and are not known for their reliability. They fight among each other more often, from what I have heard.”

I understand his skepticism. Many shifters do not trust beyond their pack—it is the nature of a wolf. Saul is my uncle on my mother’s side. He had a high rank among our pack, was trusted by my father, and was ambitious for his son, Don.

I have been focused on my own pain and the risk this poses for Ada, and the pack as a collective. Now, I see the deeper, individual costs. Like many wolves, Saul is prideful, and hiding among the human villages is a mighty fall from grace.

“But there is also no chance they are in bed with Rufus,” I say. “The king I have in mind fucking hates him and has mentioned as much more than once.”

“Everybody hates him,” Arlo says. “Or they are scared of him.”

“What about the pack members he is holding hostage?” Lizbeth asks. “Do we know where they are?”

My gut clenches. Ada, ever sensitive, reaches to take my hand. She came from difficult beginnings. Her father sold her out for coins to pay off his debt, and how I hate that I have brought her into this fresh trouble.

“He holds them at the Canis den. Treating them no better than the lowest servants,” Saul says, his voice clipped.

“We shall get them out,” I say.

“From his pack den?” Arlo asks.

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