Page 138 of The Wolf in My Tavern

His hips flex as he fucks into her over and over again. He grunts and slams deeply. He is fucking coming again.

I stumble toward them in a daze and sink to my knees beside her. My lips find the soft skin at the side of her throat, where I suck hard, knowing a mark will bloom. My fingers slide down over her belly to feel around where he is knotted in her.

He only grunts. He doesn’t care, and I lift my head and look down at where they join.

“Pull out slowly,” I say. “I want to see.”

Feeling his eyes on me, I drag my gaze up to meet his. “What?” I do not fucking care at this point. I just want to see her ruined cunt.

He huffs a breath, his lips twitch, and bracing above her, he starts to pull out.

She whines.

We move together to pin her legs open and out lest she interfere.

I stare at her pussy, stretched wide around his thick girth, riveted as his knot slips out easily.

“Gods,” I mutter weakly, my fingers already diving into the openness. Pumping slowly, I glance back at her face to see the blissed-out expression there. “She is so fucking open… Well ruined.”

Gray grunts and heaves himself to the side, his hard cock pulsing cum.

My wolf whispers how good she will feel. Caught in the pull, I tumble her onto her hands and knees. With her face mashed up against the fur, I take her hips in hand and bury myself to the root.

I groan.

“Fuck, she feels amazing.”

She arches up, mumbling, rocking her hips when I do not immediately move.

I take her in a way that is normally too rough. She only cries out for more.

Today, my rut is upon me. Ada is in heat. She is taking it—taking all of me.

Her openness facilitates a deeper taking than I have ever done before. I feel myself bottoming out, the head of my cock pounding against the entrance to her womb. She makes little hurt noises even as she lifts her ass for more.

“Good girl,” Gray says approvingly, reaching to stroke the hair back from her hot cheeks. “Taking your mate how he needs.”

My palms are fucking sweating. It trickles down my back as my body pumps out pheromones in answer to her call. I am so deep inside her now, pounding into her pussy, and making our flesh slap together in ways that shoot sparks the length of my shaft.

I want to get deeper, still. My cock seems to get harder than I have ever been in my life.

My grip tightens, my hips snap, and her pussy yields.

She squeals, her pussy spasming all over my cock, and taking me with her into bliss as my seed empties into her womb, right where it is needed.

I have barely finished emptying into her when Gray drags her from under me.

My growl is half-hearted at best, for I am momentarily sated.

Relief is short-lived.

Soon, I understand what it means to be in a rut and to serve an omega through her heat.

My cock does not fucking soften. The burning need barely abates before I am on her again. We take her over and over, to the point of exhaustion. She rouses us with her nails and teeth, nipping at flesh, biting, licking, and sucking us until we toss her against the furs and crawl over her to take her again.

She screeches at us for more—is not satisfied unless she is thoroughly stuffed with a cock and knot, and even then, she demands more for us to rut her harder, deeper.

Finally, exhaustion wins out.

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