Page 95 of The Wolf in My Tavern

They are arguing.

Barely a day has passed since Callum broke out of his chains, and already I sense the tone of things to come.

We are back in the captain’s quarters with its newly patched-up door after Callum smashed it—along with most of the frame—yesterday.

Callum growls, low and aggressive, as he rolls my body under his in the bedding nook.

He is not looking at me. He is looking at Gray’s hand, which had dared to touch my arm.

Gray, who stands beside the bed, growls back.

And, Goddess help me, my traitorous body responds with instant arousal, and a needy whimper escapes my lips. Two hungry male faces swing my way.

I cup Callum’s cheek, hoping to keep his attention, even as I reach for Gray.

It works, in part. Callum is now bestowing me a smoldering look that makes my breath catch and slick gather between my thighs.

“The lass is sore,” Gray states, and, instantly, the tension is back.

“I am not going to rut her,” Callum replies, although his eyes have shifted focus to my breast, and his head lowers like he is caught by an invisible pull. “Also, it was not me who made her fucking sore!”

He captures my stiff nipple between his lips and sucks vigorously.

Gray growls in warning.

I think I might spontaneously climax from nothing but stimulation to my breast.

Callum lifts his lips with a pop and sighs heavily before fixing a pointed glare at where Gray still touches me. He is closer than Callum would like… In the same room is too close for Callum; he said as much yesterday when he brought me back here and told Gray to fuck off.

Gray does not do well following instructions, so he ignored Callum and stalked right in after us.

They glare at one another.

“Damn whelp,” Gray mutters and removes his hand.

I miss it instantly.

I’m also very needy, and although I am sore, I don’t appreciate Gray’s interference.

Callum rocks back onto his heels. My eyes slide straight down his body and land on the arresting sight of his hard cock. It seems to pulse before my eyes, and a small gush of pre-cum leaks from the tip to trickle down.

I swallow. It makes me hungry just looking at it.

“Don’t look at me like that, lass,” he says, swiping a hand down his face. “Or it will never go fucking down.”

On the other side of the room, Gray chuckles. “Lad, it is never going to go down. Not while you’ve got a fertile omega in scenting distance.”

“Oh, and you’re an expert, then?” Callum says, fixing a glare on Gray.

I put my hand on his thigh. He jolts, and his cock flexes, leaking another pulse of cum.

“You’re making it worse, Ada,” Gray says. “And, yes, I know more about it than you do. There are several omegas in our pack. And while they are shifters, and there are some subtle differences, they still bear many of the same traits. Ada is new to this. You’ve been going at her non-stop ever since?—”

“Ever since I bested you,” Callum says, with a definite note of smugness.

“I do not believe we battled,” Gray says nonchalantly.

“Please stop,” I say, pushing off the bed and wincing because I realize that my pussy is very sore now that I try to move.

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