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It’s his turn to claim her, and I know if she asked me to do this, I would, without thinking twice, so I unwrap her arms from my back, and I sink down low, temptation already making the blood flow to my cock. Snake’s pheromones aren’t even present yet, and I want more from Lita.

She is not going to have a very restful day.

I hope she is prepared to be extremely tired tonight.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Snake

OurmategaspswhenFox’s tongue begins to lick her from behind. I watched when she presented her cunt to him, and I saw that tight, pink hole above. It enflamed my senses before I really knew why.

I do not think it would ever be big enough for one of my cocks, and I am not sure if that is something Lita would like, but I am curious to lick and touch every part of my mate.

She is becoming mine and I wish to know her intimately.

I watch her face carefully for any signs of discomfort, but she does not seem to find Fox’s tongue anything other than arousing. I pull my left cock out of her channel, and she looks at me in worry.

She thinks something is wrong. It is not, so I shake my head slowly.

It will be easier to reassure her when I have learned more of her sign language.

I press my cocks closer together and make my first attempt to enter her with both.

Her mouth opens and her eyes widen as I rub the heads of my cocks against her.

She is slippery with her own juices and those of my brothers.

It is a tight fit, but both of my cocks enter her with little trouble.

I inch in slowly, making sure she is ready for all of me.

Once I am more than halfway in, I thrust with my hips, burying myself to the hilt.

She cries out, eyes closing as my cocks spread out inside her.

Her pussy clenches tightly, and I realize she is coming around my cocks.

It feels so good to watch her gain so much pleasure from one thrust that I almost forget she hasn’t marked me yet. It would not be something I would think about at all if it were not for my brothers.

I do not think marking is something my species are familiar with.

I believe if it were a custom of ours, we would have sharper teeth.

But I was raised to put my faith in the God of Wolves, and because Scar always made sure I was safe and well, I have always been happy to go along with the customs of his people.

I do not know if my kind would have saved me if they found me the way he did.

I know nothing about them.

But I know about wolf shifters.

They mate for life, and that is what I wish for with Lita.

So, I thank Apollo for this wonderful day, and I offer my wrist to my mate while my cocks are still buried deep inside her. She is careful, but she makes me bleed. It is worth the nip of pain for what the mark means between us, and I cannot say I don’t feel something after it is done.

My heart feels like it is soaring.

I have never been happier in my life.

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