Page 137 of The Wolf in My Tavern

“Fuck’s sake!” I growl, ready to spill my fucking load.

My cock lodges at her entrance again, and determined to do this, I drop her a little way down.

Emitting a cute little growl, she sinks her teeth into his chest.

“Fuck yes, mark me, Ada,” he says. “You know you want this little omega, want us to fill you all up. We will stretch out your naughty pussy until it is utterly ruined and perfect for us.”

Will he ever shut the fuck up?

It is fucking awkward.

It is also fucking good as we get deeper, and I feel her slick tightness envelop me. She moans even as she tears into his flesh.

I wish it were me she was biting. I can almost taste his blood on my lips.

Maybe that should repulse me. Maybe what I am about to do to her should repulse me.

It doesn’t.

It feels fucking hot—the hottest experience of my life.

I understand that the rut clouds my judgment. I also accept on the deepest, most pervasive level that this is what she needs: to be well-rutted, to feel possessed by her mates.

“It is the only way she can be bred,” he says.

Then he takes his hand away, and she sinks all the way to our knots.

Her cry is pure tormented pleasure. “Goddess, I am going to…”

Her body convulses as her pussy begins those blissful, clenching waves.

I must grit my teeth not to fucking come too. And then we begin to move. Sliding into her. He cups her ass and wraps her legs around his back. My hand goes to her breast, pinching her nipples as I thrust into her in time with Gray.

My hands are shaking. Ada cries. Gray growls. I release my own grunts of raw pleasure as I enjoy the heavenly tightness of her pussy. I think about how she will be afterward. Open enough to accept my cock and knot with ease.

I am not going to fucking last.

She is coming all over us. She is coming all over my cock.

“I need to come,” I grunt. “I am going to come.”

My mind empties of everything but pleasure as my balls empty into her.

Her lips pop off his chest, and she emits the filthiest of squeals. Gray grunts and stills. I feel him pulsing next to me, a hot gush flooding as we both fill her up.

My balls tighten as I spew yet more cum.

“Good girl,” Gray says. “You were made to take this.”

I am not prepared when he snatches her from my arms. He drops her onto her back against the nest and slams into her again.

My cock is still spewing cum.

I think about ripping him off—think about it long and hard.

But then he bends her nearly in half with knees up and out and pounds into her.

His thick cock shuttles in and out. Her mouth is wide open, her eyes closed, and her face contorted with rapture.

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