Page 133 of The Wolf in My Tavern

The howls begin again—cries of encouragement.

A hot, thick beastly cock pounds into me over and over again, making me ache so good inside.

There are other debauched sounds as the wolves become subject to the same frenzy.

Gray slams deep, holds, and issues a howl that raises goosebumps across my skin. Inside, his hard flesh pulses, the knot swelling and locking him into place. A hot flood follows, filling me. His head lowers and his teeth graze the right side of my throat—then bite.

I taste blood.

My own blood.

I taste myself through Gray.

His savage pride in claiming me, his lustful pleasure in knotting me before his pack, transports me to another climactic plane.

The world is a blur.

I am no longer human but a vessel for a shifter’s seed.

I am a writhing mess of blissful pleasure.

I am a leaf falling into a carnal abyss.

“No!” My aggressive demand is snarled when the male dares to withdraw. The knot slips out, and a gush floods out. I growl… it turns to a groan as another cock fills me all up.

Callum.

My royal shifter; a lowly apprentice blacksmith, no more.

He has never taken me in this form, but I delight in every savage thrust. My cries are those of rapture as he unmakes and remakes me perfectly for him.

My body shakes like it is subject to a cosmic storm. Sparkling dots form behind my eyes, and flames dance over my skin as climax after climax rips through me.

Then he stills. His seed fills me. He bites the left side of my throat, and once more, I taste my own blood and the rapture of my mate.

I am complete.

I hear the rattle of the chains. The frenzied wolves lift their heads to howl and acknowledge what has been done—the sides of my neck throb where they have bitten me.

Inside, I feel two golden threads wrapping around me. They tickle as they seek and find my beating heart, solidifying and becoming thicker until the golden light blooms and radiates out to swallow all of me.

My world expands, shifting beyond me, encompassing two presences.

Callum.

Gray.

Me.

We are connected. From this day forth, we are one.

Gray

Callum releases the cuffs, and I swing Ada up into my arms.

The wolves, caught up in the frenzy, have their own pleasures to tend to.

To the side of the chamber is a low stone corridor that opens into a private place where we shall further consummate our bond... A place where the Goddess is praised through the pleasure we give and receive.

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