Page 43 of The Wolves At My Sides

It was, but I could only nod. My thoughts spun in glorious circles as my body adjusted to the new unexplored fullness of him buried inside of me. Then he moved. My breath caught again and a fire burnt across my body. Every inch of him moved inside of me – sliding down and then back up, dragging his hard shaft over my most sensitive nerve endings. I bit my lip, but Irwin kissed me to make me stop before I drew blood.

It was him who wrapped my arms around Marcus’s neck when I didn’t know what to do with my hands. He played with my nipples, drawing circles around and over them as Marcus and I found our rhythm. I lost myself to Marcus moving inside of me. It was impossible to think of anything else as the friction built again and again. Pleasure spiraled over my dick and everywhere Irwin touched me he left behind a warm trail of promises.

Marcus buried his face in my shoulder and I stiffened. He was ready to claim me. My wolf howled for the bite. I knew it wouldn’t hurt. Evolution wouldn’t have left something behind that caused enough pain to make shifters avoid it. The bite itself would be harmless. What the clear magical fluid inside my gland showed him was a different story. It could betray me. All my secrets were laid bare as my ass right now, but hearing them and seeing them were two different things.

“Ready to be mine forever?” Marcus whispered into my ear and a chill shimmied down my spine.

“Yes,” was the only word I managed to squeak out.

Irwin’s hand found my cock again. He squeezed and stroked slowly as Marcus’s thrusts slowed. The latter kissed and licked his way across my shoulder. He pressed his lips softly against the first of my two squishy claiming glands. Then he bit down, quick and sharp, with his fox’s canine tooth. The clear magical fluid only dribbled onto my shoulder at first, but the more he lapped the faster it flowed out of me. He licked it all up and I tried to see him out of the corner of my eye. I couldn’t see much of his face and his body only gave away the pleasure he found inside of me.

I held onto him tight just in case it made him see the worst parts of my life. Eventually, my skin was licked clean of the clear magical fluid.

“Nothing too dark,” he whispered in my ear, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

His thrusting picked up speed before I could reply. Wanting more of him, I wrapped my legs around him too and he slid even deeper into my hungry omegahole.

“Bite him back,” Irwin whispered in my ear, as Marcus thrust into me again and again.

I rocked my hips trying to keep up with him, but everything felt too good for me to keep pace. Instead, I focused on what Irwin said. I kissed Marcus’s shoulder – the one where his claiming gland was still squishy and waiting for me. I licked it when I found it reveling in the way the clear magical fluid gave under my tongue.

My wolf forced his canine out of my mouth before I even had the chance to ask for it. I pricked the gland and his tooth disappeared. Clear magical fluid flooded into my mouth and brought a tidal wave of memories. Faces of his friends and family from the Sanctuary and then at the Hemlock Academy. Eventually Heartville and Irwin came into the picture and his world was even more colorful than before. Then Faran – everything about Faran made him buzz, even in his memories. I buzzed too with the happiness that poured over me from the magic of the claiming vows. I wanted more of that sensation, I wanted to drink it down until I overflowed or bathe in it until I glowed at my edges.

The images dancing through my mind’s eye faded as I lapped up the last of the clear magical fluid. My body still burnt for him. My balls hung heavy and every fiber of my being called out for release. With our mating link wide open, Marcus’s pleasure rained down on me too. Everything was more – more intense, hotter, just more. His thrusts came faster. He was as close to the edge as me. I clung to him, reveling in his scent and that happiness that still sang in my cells from his memories. Irwin squeezed me hard and I called out some nonsensical mish-mash of their names all tangled up together on my tongue as I exploded over his hand.

Marcus’s thrusts sank deeper into me as he sought out his release inside my body. Every thrust he made sent a fresh wave of pleasure over me drawing out my own writhing. One, two, three more thrusts and his warm sticky seed exploded inside of me. He growled and claimed my mouth in a hard kiss. The growl echoed all over me and I shivered. Would everything always feel this good? I was only finished with one of my claiming vows, but I was already living in a whole new world.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Irwin

Watching Marcus make love to Fen left my head reeling in a tingly way. My cock ached and I was slick enough that it pooled around my hungry omegahole. I cuddled in close to my guys as they panted for air. I wondered what it would be like to have them both inside my head.

“Perfect,”my wolf chimed into my thoughts.

He was right. Having them both would be perfect. Fen kissed me, breathlessly, and then Marcus did. I could’ve kissed them forever. Hell, I could’ve watched them kiss each other forever.

“What do you want me to do to make you feel good?” Fen asked, once Marcus’s lips let mine go.

His voice was husky and full of need despite just cumming. Whatever happened during their claiming vows had instilled Fen with a newfound confidence. I liked it. It was sexy. I kissed him again. I could’ve rattled off a list of everything I wanted to do with him, but I started with a kiss. His lips were soft and giving and demanding at the same time. Our tongues met between our mouths and danced as he crawled closer to me. He pressed up hard against me, his hands on my hips.

Marcus slid off the bed and disappeared down the hall. We both glanced in the direction he disappeared, but we knew he’d be back. Marcus always came back.

“What do you want to do?” I asked, trailing my hands up and down Fen’s sides.

“I asked first.”

“Are we always this indecisive?” I chuckled.

“Probably not. Not when we first got here,” Fen said, his face flushing at the memory. “We got right to it then.”

“That was almost a heat. I swear,” I smirked.

“Sorta felt like one, didn’t it? Only it stopped and I know at the time I couldn’t have gotten pregnant.”

The last word hangs between us as a question and a wish. A few weeks from now our lives could look entirely different and not just because we all finally exchanged the claiming vows. We might be pregnant – me, Fen, both of us. Faran might be expecting younger siblings. We’d be deeper into the book about Fen’s parents. I was just about ready to start writing.

“My baby could be a dragon,” Fen announced as if it just hit him.

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