Page 90 of The Wolf in My Tavern

I yelp.

“This is a punishment. I should have known a lusty lass like you would get off on it. Happen this might be another ass fucking time. Even though you will doubtless get off on that, too.”

I bite my lip lest my needy whimper escape me. Try as I might to convince myself that the ass rutting was deviant, and I did not like it one bit, I know it for a lie.

“You have gone very quiet,” he says, sliding his wet fingers toward my ass.

My entire being clenches in anticipation. I should try to stop him. A good girl would stop him. Only I am not a good girl anymore, as he has already pointed out. I am filthy and lusty, and I am already anticipating the dark, twisty stretch as he breaches me there.

He pushes two fingers inside.

“Um! Oh! Goddess.”

It burns. It makes me all urgent inside. My pussy and ass clench in tandem, and the dark pleasure ignites.

I moan helplessly as he fucks my ass slowly with his fingers.

“Gods, you were made for this—my perfect mate. Soon, when Callum decides to stop acting like a whelp who has lost his favorite toy, we shall take you together. One cock filling your needy pussy, and one filling your ass.”

“I-oh-Goddess!” I come. My ass flutters all over his thrusting fingers. It spirals out from my ass to my pussy, clit, and all the way to my nipples until I am nothing but a ball of twitching pleasure.

His low growl is all the warning my dazed mind gets before I am dropped face down on the bed. With his hands on my hips, he drags my ass back and up… and spears my ass with his cock.

I am oversensitive, and my eyes roll back in my head as I linger somewhere between the burning stretch and tormented pleasure.

“Hush, lass.” He strokes his fingers through my hair and purrs in a soothing gesture at odds with his savage penetration.

“Umm. Numm!”

I grunt unintelligible nonsense into the fur.

His purr dips in a way that makes my ass squeeze—I groan.

“Impatient mate,” he says, affection in his voice even as he begins to rut my ass.

Gibberish pours from my lips. I am a vessel for his deviant lusts.

Pinpricks dance across my flesh. My body rises again with every hefty thrust as he takes pleasure from me.

I hate that he makes me enjoy this.

I also love that it makes me feel so thoroughly his, so perfectly claimed.

I am here because he took me, but also because I want to be.

As he ruts me with all his savagery, I recognize that I am exactly where I belong.

Gray

She comes powerfully as I fuck her ass. It tips me straight over with her, and I empty my seed into her deserving ass.

Gods. I fucking love her ass.

But now she is adorably sleepy, and I clean us both up and then take a rare moment to enjoy her all to myself, placing her limp body against mine with her cheek to my chest.

I purr for her. There is surely no greater joy for a male than seeing his well-fucked mate soften into sleep.

I drift with her into slumber, only to be roused when a commotion comes from beyond the door. It stirs my body to instant alert and sets my mind rushing.

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