Page 7 of In the Mouth of the Wolf (Of Wolves and Kings #1)

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MIKE

G race ground her cunt against my face while Jen rolled her hips along my cock. My balls tightened as Grace moaned, tensing her body while holding onto the headboard, her climax rushing towards her.

“Fuck, yes, Mike, don’t stop!”

I nicked her clit with my tooth and lapped up the drops of blood, her thunderous screams spurring me on. Once she finished coming, I pushed her off and then pulled Jen down onto my chest, holding her still as I thrusted up into her furiously.

Her moans were delightful, and I kept up my steady assault. Grace crawled behind her, licking her fingers then pressing them up against Jen’s ass.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Jen screamed.

“Yeah, you like that?” I asked, forcing another whimper from her throat.

Hm, it wasn’t quite the same pitch as Marlowe, but she was trying. I’d shown the two of them the videos I’d secretly recorded of me and Mar so they could improve their performances.

They also didn’t taste as sweet, nor did their cunts wrap around me as nicely.

But that’s why Marlowe was my Lunessa.

She was the queen, the one I loved the most, and the rest of the women were brought into my servaglio to fill in the gaps where the Lunessa fell short, or when she needed a break.

Luckily for me, Marlowe’s appetite was almost as voracious as mine, so I only needed my servaglio when she wasn’t home and for the few acts she wasn’t keen on doing.

I’d never given Jen a passing glance at work until about a year ago when I’d brought Marlowe to a company party. She had been drunk, and while Marlowe had been in the bathroom, Jen had told me how attracted she was to the both of us and would have loved to be our unicorn.

Marlowe wasn’t ready for that yet, but I certainly had been.

I started fucking her during lunch breaks, and during an eventful business trip to Shanghai, I had revealed what I was and what our relationship would look like if she wanted to continue. Jen was a rare woman - bisexual without a jealous bone in her body. She desired Marlowe as much as she desired me, so she was the perfect second.

Grace had caught my eye about three months earlier, working as the hostess at Marlowe’s favorite restaurant. Like Jen, she had seemed interested in the both of us. I had slipped her my number after dinner, and she had stopped by my condo one evening when Marlowe had been out with her friends. Unlike my Lunessa, Grace adored ass play, so after some careful coaching, I welcomed her into my servaglio as my third.

Jen’s panting grew more frantic, and Grace’s face disappeared between her ample cheeks. I picked up the pace, fucking her with everything I had. She’d take every inch of my cock and every drop of my cum and then thank me for it.

“Yes! Oh fuck, yes, Mike!” she sighed, her orgasm rippling through her. I pushed Grace away and turned Jen around to her back, pushing her knees up to her chest so I could find my own release. From this angle I could hit her even deeper, and I stopped at the grimace of pain that showed on her face.

“Does that hurt?”

She nodded, and a dark grin took over my expression. “Good.”

I fucked her even harder until I exploded inside, thrusting my cock as far as it could go. A bead of sweat dropped from my chin onto her cheek, and she wiped it off, licking her finger.

“Now, what do you say?” I smirked.

Jen gave me a blissful smile. “Thank you, master.”

Perfect. I grabbed her hair again and leaned down, slamming my mouth onto hers. Our tongues wrapped around each other’s hungrily, and then I moved my lips down her neck. The hard pulse of her vein called to me, and my canines grew in hunger.

“Please,” she begged.

My teeth sank into her neck and she moaned, another orgasm rippling through her. Her blood was bitter and somewhat earthy, like a good IPA. Once I closed her wound, I beckoned Grace over, taking her wrist and sniffing it, watching as her mouth parted and her eyes glazed over, waiting for my bite and her own venture into oblivion. With one tooth, I drew a line, licking up the dark drops as her knees buckled, threatening to collapse.

My vigor and energy returned, but I was still feeling unsated. They’d never be enough on their own,I needed my Lunessa.

I’d snuck little sips from her here and there when I could, when she was either too sleepy, drunk, or high to notice, but I hadn’t fully drawn from her yet. Once she was locked down, once she was mine forever, I’d start bringing her more fully into my world. She wasn’t ready to know what she and I were yet, and she certainly wasn’t ready to meet the rest of my servaglio.

Our servaglio.

I had known she was a shifter from the moment I’d seen her at that networking party. Our kinds had never really gotten along, and if my father knew what she was, he’d refuse to have anything to do with me anymore. In fact, I had planned to avoid her entirely that first night. But then her scent had made its way across the room, my cock hardening and teeth growing in response.

Once I had gotten closer, I had realized she smelled so enticing because she was a rare omega, and had been completely oblivious to the fact. It was then I knew I had to have her. Not only because it meant one less jewel for those filthy mutts, but because she was also every bit as delicious as the stories claimed. I might not have been an alpha or had a knot, but her sweet perfume and ravenous libido, even with suppressants, were like no other.

I had avoided meeting her mother – given she had been the one supplying Marlowe with her “birth control pills,” she would have known what I was immediately, but I was thankful for her help in keeping my Lunessa hidden from her people. So I could enjoy her all by myself.

Did the vampyrs of old know the pleasures of having an omega in their servaglios? Surely, I couldn’t have been the first one to have figured it out.

I supposed in the past it had been difficult obtaining one, though. Omegas had been guarded as a precious resource fiercely by shifters and typically bonded to a whole pack once they reached the age of maturity. Their sex drives were so ravenous they needed several males just to satisfy them.

Whereas vampyrs like myself were the opposite. We usually required at least five women in our servaglio to tend to our outsized libidos. With Mar’s appetite I could make do with as little as three, but I knew it wasn’t in her nature to share a male with other women.

Just like it wasn’t in mine to share with other males.

Hearing of her experiences with those men, undoubtedly alpha males from the sound of it, in Wisconsin worried me. I’d reluctantly let her go into shifter territory to deal with her dad’s death. I really should have gone with her, not just because it was hard to go even a day without fucking her, but because I was worried someone might figure out what she was.

But she had her pills, and was already figuring out a way home, so she should be fine. Plus, it also meant I had some free time to service Jen and Grace. I neglected them more than was appropriate since Marlowe was enough, but I could see it on their eager faces just how much they missed me.

Jen in particular was tired of waiting and desperately wanted me to finally bring my Lunessa into the fold. Not just since it would mean no more sneaking around and hiding for us – she was also dying to fuck her, even though I had warned her that Mar didn’t seem too interested in women.

“She’ll love us, you know,” Jen said as she cleaned herself up. “I’m a professional pussy eater. And if she tastes as sweet as she smells…” She picked up one of Mar’s dirty shirts from the laundry hamper and inhaled deeply.

Watching my servaglio get turned on by each other made me harder than anything. I came up behind her, grinding my cock against the small of her back while I kneaded her breasts. I imagined the three of them with me, my ultimate fantasy. “Even sweeter,” I sighed.

Grace huffed. “I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with her, Jen. Yeah, she’s cute, but it sounds like she’s a total pillow princess.”

A hiss escaped my lips as I turned around, my vision blurring around the edges. “What did you say?”

She swallowed nervously, trying to laugh her comment off. “Oh, just... you know, she just seems like she’s too good to...

I grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into the wall. “Too good for what?”

The absolute nerve of this woman, to insinuate anything about Marlowe. My love.

Jen grabbed my shoulder, trying to pull me off. “She didn’t mean it, Mike. Grace is just a little jealous. Who wouldn’t want to be your Lunessa?”

Her pleading failed to sway me. Jealousy in a servaglio was a poison. I’d watched it destroy my brother’s life, when his Lunessa was murdered in her sleep by his number two. He had destroyed all six remaining women, needing to start from scratch, and had never been the same again.

Grace desperately pulled at my hands, and I brought my lips to her ear. “You are not half the woman my Lunessa is. You are replaceable, and she is my goddess. If I hear one more unkind word towards her come out of your mouth, I will bleed you dry and throw your emaciated corpse into the bay. Do you understand?”

She nodded, her face turning purple.

I finally released her, and she crumpled on the floor, gasping for breath.

What made her insult even more infuriating was how untrue it was. Out of my checklist of sexual requirements, Marlowe met nearly every one.

Enthusiastic? Check.

Good at oral? Check.

Always willing? Check.

Into role-play? Check, I’d recently discovered. My cock hardened at the memory of the slutty maid’s costume she’d bought for our anniversary. Yes, it was cliché, but she had never broken character. I couldn’t wait to explore more with her.

Jen wrapped her arms around my neck and tried to take my attention away from Grace, getting my focus back on her. This was why she was a good number two, she was born to play peacemaker. “Have you showered since the last time you and Marlowe fucked? Maybe I can still taste her on you.”

I chuckled. “You can certainly try.” I grabbed her hair and helped push her down to her knees. Her tongue eagerly lapped the head of my dick, and I smiled in adoration as her lips opened and took me in. Was there any greater joy than watching a woman devour your cock?

I relaxed as she sucked the anger out of me, pulling me further into her mouth. I was about to close my eyes and think about my Lunessa when a corner of white plastic caught my eye, sticking out from underneath the dresser. It looked familiar.

The blood drained out of my face and I yanked Jen off me. “Ow – Mike, what’s wrong?”

“Shut up!” I yelled, getting down on my hands and knees to grab the small container. I inspected it carefully. “Is this…”

Jen shrugged. “Looks like birth control pills. Marlowe’s out of town though, right? Just use condoms for a week or so when she gets back, you’ll be fine.”

“No,” I spat. “It’s not fine, you fucking idiot. These are the pills that keep her hidden from other shifters.” I waved them in her face and then threw them across the room. “Without them she’s a walking bucket of chum, and every alpha in the state is about to go into a feeding frenzy.”

I needed to get her.

Now .