Page 132 of The Wolf in My Tavern

The howling begins again, reminding me that primal beasts surround me. “T-there are no humans,” I stammer.

“This is not for their eyes,” Gray says ominously. “Good girl. Now, lean forward.”

My eyes go to Callum, who takes my other hand and encourages me to bend. My belly hits the fur-covered top, and my head goes down. He crouches down before me, helping me to settle into place.

“Your hands go here, Ada.” Taking my hands in his, he guides them to two groove-like handles and then buckles leather cuffs around my wrists.

How many women have put their hands here, like this, as they were claimed?

They don’t need to bind me. I am a tiny human. They are shifters in their beast form. It’s not like I could ever get away, even if I wanted to. Yet, it feels symbolic. I am trusting them in this, as I trust them in everything.

Gray captures my left ankle, lifting my foot onto another groove that widens my legs, strapping leather around my ankle, before repeating for my right.

He stands. So does Callum.

I jerk. A gasp escapes my lips when the straps hold me tight, bent over, at a perfect height to be taken by them.

My entire body tingles. My core throbs. Their early attentions are only partly to blame for the slick that trickles down my thighs.

I groan as they put their hands on me, smoothing over my skin, petting me, fondling my breasts and ass, the backs of my thighs, tugging lightly on my hair. My chest is heaving, my body shuddering on the brink of my long-awaited climax.

I blink. My throat is suddenly parched, and my thoughts are consumed by the ache inside me, one that demands to be sated.

The howling and yips peter out.

Like they sense my disquiet, both Gray and Callum begin to purr.

It softens the franticness inside me and stills my racing heart.

I step outside my body and look down upon myself from above.

The tiny human with the long dark hair is bound over an ancient claiming post. Her body is flushed and glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration.

Two huge wolf shifters loom on either side.

One crouches near her head, watching attentively—Callum. His giant gnarled hand is gentle as he tips her chin to check on her.

The other—Gray, moves behind her and lowers his snout to trail up the inside of her thigh, scenting her. His big tongue laps up the sticky slick, and he rumbles an approving purr.

The woman shivers, and a low moan emerges from her parted lips.

The next lick lashes the center of her core…

I snap back into my body just as a climax explodes through me, setting me convulsing with spasmodic bliss.

Callum cups my chin. “Look at me,” he commands. “Look at me, now.”

I blink back tears and stare up at his beautiful, wolven face as my body shudders and rocks. Our eyes clash just as a hard cock penetrates me savagely from behind.

A wild moan pours from my lips.

“Eyes on me,” Callum growls.

I am so full. My core is stuffed full of male flesh. I have been craving it all day. They have taunted and teased me, wound my body up to the pinnacle, and now the mere feel of cock inside me tips me over the glorious edge. Head tipped back, I cry out my pleasure as I come over again.

Gray’s claws dig into my hips, holding me still as he ruts me with heavy, deliberate thrusts that rock my body and shoot sparks through my core.

My pleasure spirals ever higher, and my fingers tighten around the handles as my mouth opens and I pant.

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