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But completely.

Sucking me all the way down, as far as she can possibly go before lifting up.

“You can do better than that, sweetling,” Volt says, his hand going to the back of her neck. “Relax your throat.”

My abdomen tightens as he starts pushing her back into my cock, her lips brushing my knot before she starts to gag.

He lets her pull away, but again tells her to relax as he starts the process again.

Fire licks through my veins, making it hard not to explode. But I want her to enjoy this, to understand it, toembraceit.

Her wolf is in her eyes again, her determination palpable as Volt tells her how good she is at this, how perfect she is for us, how he can’t wait to feel her mouth on him, and how she needs to finish this task to earn her prize.

My cum.

It’s what Omega’s crave from their mates. It’s how Tieran kept her grounded earlier—by feeding her drops of his essence.

I groan as Clove finds her rhythm, her wolf driving her as Volt continues to push her further, testing her limits.

She’s so small.

Yet she sucks me down like a goddamn champ.

“Fuck, Clove,” I breathe, panting withneed. I can’t keep my hands to myself anymore. I have to touch her. To stroke her. To show my appreciation for this intense experience.

Volt releases her head, allowing me to thread my fingers through her hair and help guide her pace.

Not that she needs my assistance.

She’s turned into a cock sucking professional.

Because she’s given into her wolf.

She’s finally embracing her animal, coming to terms with who she is, learning to thrive as one—both beast and human.

It’s glorious. Breathtaking. Fucking alluring.

“He’s close,” Volt tells her, his palms moving along her back, offering her comfort and his purr while she devours me with her mouth.

It’s a hedonistic display, seeing him kneeling behind her while she sucks me off. I can almost picture him driving into her sweet cunt, knotting her as she gets me off.

Fuck yes.

Volt and I have never shared a female before.

None of us have, always choosing to play on our own.

But that’s all changing now.

“Deeper,” Volt tells her. “Wrap your hand around his knot and squeeze.”

“Clove,” I ground out, reacting to her following Volt’s command.

I could tell her what to do.

But I’m too damn lost to the sensations to focus.

Her fingers are massaging my knot, demanding I come.