Page 126 of The Wolf in My Tavern

Perhaps sensing my wakefulness, a big hand skims up my waist from behind to cup my breast, giving a rough squeeze.

I groan and the mate behind me, Callum, purrs.

Gray, whose chest my cheek rests upon, grunts. “Don’t,” he mutters sleepily, stilling Callum’s hands.

“The fuck! Don’t?” Callum grouches back. “Why not?”

Our rutting has gained an element of aggression of late—not in my mates, who are consistent in their enthusiasm, but in me.

I need to bite them and do so often, dissatisfied unless I have drawn blood.

I’m turning into a savage.

“You know why,” Gray pitches back.

“I don’t think it would hurt if I just went down on her for a bit…”

Yes, please.

“No,” Gray says, using his stern voice, the one that sends a flood of arousal straight to my core, even though I don’t like what he has to say.

I have discovered that Gray is a bossy male when it comes to tending to me. As much as Callum is the more powerful, he defers to Gray, begrudgingly, when it comes to my rutting.

I offer neither of them any concessions and, reaching down, close my fingers around Gray’s cock and pump.

“Gods!” he grunts.

My hand is ripped from my prize, and I find myself sprawled on my back, with a menacing Gray braced over me, my wrists pinned to the furs above my head.

He is so handsome, with his bright blue eyes and tousled brown locks. His nose is a sharp line, and his jaw is dusted with a layer of scruff that gives him a regally barbaric look.

My legs open without shame, and I coo with delight as his cock snags the entrance to my pussy. He will rut me now for sure.

Callum snickers. He lies beside us with his head propped on his fist and a smirk on his lips. “You really showed her who’s in charge with that move,” he drawls.

“Whelp,” Gray says, “I will bloody your damn coat.” Then he heaves himself off the bed, leaving me aching… and pouting.

I turn to Callum, who only grins and rolls away before stalking toward the dresser. He rakes a hand through his shaggy ginger hair, setting all the glorious muscles in his arm and back flexing in the most arresting way. His skin has a permanent golden hue where his freckles have been kissed by the sun. My gaze lowers to admire his tight ass before he snatches on a pair of leather pants and, not bothering to fasten them, strides out of the room.

Gray is still standing at the bottom of the bed.

My core throbs with need and my legs part invitingly.

“No,” he says, eyes narrowing. “We have done nothing but rut for days. You can have a little rest.”

He shifts to wolf and pads closer. My breath hitches as he gets his snout right up against my core, rumbling his approval. He takes a single, long, agonizingly sweet lick of my wet pussy, and then bounds out of the room.

I groan and stare up at the ceiling in disgust. “My mates are evil. I shall not suck either of their cocks for a week as punishment.”

I am lying to myself. If either of them were to put their hot male flesh anywhere near my mouth, I know I will fold.

Callum

I stalk down the corridors in a huff with Gray, but mostly with myself. I have not gotten very far when he catches up with me. Shifting from wolf to man, he takes me by the throat and slams me up against the wall.

I let him. I like his aggression, truth be told. My beast intimidates everyone except Gray, who is still prepared to put me in my place.

We have a game plan here. One I am supposed to be following. One I forgot about last eve when he returned to our quarters and found me balls deep and Ada coming all over my cock.

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