Page 135 of The Wolf in My Tavern

Well, fuck that. And fuck him. If he was too fucking slow that is his own fucking problem.

“I need Gray!” Ada demands, her hand reaching blindly for her second mate.

He sinks to his knees before her, spears his fingers in her hair, and directs her hot little mouth toward his weeping cock.

She sucks him deeply, making contented humming noises as she tends to him. Gods, everything about this is hot. I experience a surge of male pride. Omegas are much coveted. Never did I dream I might claim one. Never did I imagine sweet Ada, the shy lass who blushed so prettily when I first kissed her, could have another side.

The magic of this sacred chamber fills me with a higher duty—to breed.

I slow my strokes. My knot is swollen, painfully so, and I must grip her waist and thrust deeply to breach her slippery entrance. The pleasure is intense, almost unbearable.

“She needs more,” Gray says gruffly.

I am fucking her. She has his cock in her mouth. What more can she possibly need? Only panic takes root when I do not come, cannot come. I become caught in a perpetual loop, trying to thrust harder, deeper.

Ada comes noisily, fisting over me, and still, I do not come.

I court madness.

Sweat breaks out across the surface of my skin. My palms turn slippery as I try to hold her still.

She pushes back, demanding more, to be knotted, to be bred.

“You are holding back,” Gray growls. “Do not hold back.”

“Stop fucking talking,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “Ah, Gods! Fuck!”

My knot locks, and my mind turns to blissful blankness as my cum splashes against her womb.

His cock pops out of her mouth, and his seed spews over her lips, trickles down her throat, and spills onto the furs beneath him. Fisting her hair, he pulls her upright as she pants and moans.

I growl. My fingertips find her slippery clit, circling it, liking the way it makes her pussy clench over my knot.

“Up,” Gray commands, lifting Ada higher until her back is pressed against my chest.

My arm circles her waist, groaning when her pussy spasms over me again.

Gray looks down at where I pet her clit, his expression darkening. Cupping her tits, he pushes them together and squeezes roughly.

“Please!” she moans, arching into his touch, crushing my cock when he begins to toy with her nipples.

“Does that feel good, mate?” he asks.

“Goddess! Please, more!”

I swallow thickly. My cock throbs inside her, the sticky cum leaking out. She wants more. She is knotted—how do I give her more?

“Don’t stop,” he says. “She needs this.”

Her clit is swollen under my fingertips, slick; petting her makes her twitch and clench.

Nonsense pours from her lips. I think she is coming again… I do not think she has stopped.

His hand slides down her body possessively until his fingers knock against mine.

I grunt and tighten my arm around her waist. “What the fuck are you doing?”

He bares his teeth at me.

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