Page 51 of In the Mouth of the Wolf (Of Wolves and Kings #1)

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MIKE

G race stood behind Jen in the shower, holding up one of her legs to give me better access to Jen’s cunt.

The water was hot, washing away the rivulet of blood from the bite on Jen’s neck.

Her breathy moans echoed in the bathroom, driving me closer to my climax. I was about to come, her tight cunt clenched around me, until Grace reached around to run her hand down my chest.

The past couple of days had soured me on her completely. She had been desperate for my attention and praise, yet I could only look at her with contempt. Any sympathy I had attempted to drum up turned to disgust at the thought of her thinking she could replace Marlowe in my bed, my life.

My heart.

The feeling of her touch softened my erection, and I hissed. “Dammit, Grace, what did I tell you?”

Her cheeks heated and she looked down in shame. “Sorry.”

I patted Jen on the face and gestured for her to leave with my thumb. She gave Grace a pitying look before retreating to the bedroom, and once the bathroom door closed behind her, I grabbed Grace around the throat. “You do not touch me without permission. You are here to please Jen and me on the off chance I want your ass. Otherwise, you keep your hands and thoughts to yourself. Even the sound of your voice grates on me.”

She nodded her understanding, and replied in a strained voice. “Just let me go home, then. Why am I even still here if you hate me so much?”

My nails dug into her skin and then I released her, licking the blood from my fingertips. “I still have use for you.”

She scrambled out of the shower and through the door, and I looked at my flaccid dick, cursing to myself. Even Jen’s best efforts couldn’t erase the pent-up frustration building inside me.

Every second I was here felt wasted. Marlowe could be fully bonded to those dirty mutts by now. If she’d gone through a proper heat, they could have even impregnated her, Moon forbid.

I swallowed back the bile that had formed when I followed the path of my own morbid, cruel imagination and finished washing up, now choosing instead to replay one of my favorite memories with Marlowe. Two years ago, we had taken a trip to Monterey for the weekend and had never left the hotel room. The pills she’d been on had suppressed her heats for the most part, but not entirely.

I remembered how insatiable she’d been, not understanding what had caused her usually ravenous libido to sky rocket even higher.

I touched myself, stroking my dick back to life as I remembered the taste of her sweet, sweet cunt.

Once I was ready to go, I joined my servaglio in the bedroom. Jen laid on her back, her legs spread wide and her hands grabbing her tits while Grace devoured her, ass wiggling high in the air and begging me to take it.

I rolled my eyes, seeing right through her ruse. I probably should have taken advantage of her while I could, but Jen’s cunt was far more inviting at the moment, and absent the cum I had promised her in the shower.

Walking behind Grace, I placed my hands gently on her cheeks, rubbing them and pulling them apart. Her arousal and anticipation grew. Then I took her by the waist and pulled her to the floor, taking her spot and piercing Jen with my tongue.

Jen was fully aware of my waning feelings for Grace, and while she was also disappointed in my third, I knew she felt bad for the bitch. She beckoned Grace to sit on her face, which she did with some hesitation, waiting to be chastised by me again.

My phone beeped and I stopped to check it while they carried on. If Jen wanted to eat her out, that was her own business.

The warriors have been gathered. Bring your servagli o .

It was time.

In just a day or two, my Lunessa would be back in my arms.

I watched as Grace held onto the headboard, riding Jen’s face. Jen’s nimble fingers pleasured her ass, and my dick throbbed with need. Perhaps one more time, while I could.

I grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand, squirting a generous amount on my fingers to prep her. After a few minutes of stretching, I positioned myself behind Grace, adding more lube to my dick and sliding it between her folds. Then I pulled back, pushing apart her cheeks, and entered through the tight ring of muscle.

A sigh escaped my lips when it finally released and let me through, and I grabbed the headboard around Grace as I fucked her ass one last time. Jen’s hands now played with mine, and I willed the moment to memory. It was bittersweet to be giving up all the pleasures I enjoyed, but Marlowe was worth it.