Page 22 of Return to the Pack

“I’m next,” I say, staking my claim and moving between Luna’s thighs. My dick’s rigid and ready to stake our claim—me and my wolf both.

“Want to bet?” Callan says, jostling my shoulder.

“Boys, boys, you can all get a turn,” Luna says. She spreads her legs wide and pushes her hips up, an invitation that shuts us all up as we stare at the juicy offering.

“And that’s my cue,” Axel says, rolling off the bed. “I’ll stand guard to ensure that no mutant wolves are sniffing around.”

“Maybe they could smell her heat was coming,” I offer. “Maybe that’s why he attacked her.”

“That’s the last thing we need—a mutated wolf catching the scent of Luna in her hours of need and coming for her again,” Axel mutters, pulling on his jeans. “I’ll watch. You fuck.”

“Damn straight,” Callan says. “If our mate has a need to be quenched, that’s our job.” He turns Luna’s face toward his and plants a hungry kiss on her lips.

Axel departs, and we all engage in a free-for-all fuck fest. A wolf in heat is the definition of insatiable, and I know she’ll keep needing us to breed her until her heat subsides in a few days. Until then, we’ll all fuck her until we’re raw and she’s so sore she can’t walk straight.

I’m up for the challenge.

True to her word, Luna gives us each a turn to shoot our loads in her sweet pussy. Warrick goes first, but Luna doesn’t neglect us. She jerks us off while Warrick drills her into the bed. I fuck her next, riding her with a fury until she comes hard again. I keep dipping down to taste her succulent lips, overwhelmed with the love I feel for this wolf who is barely more than a pup herself, but who can take the most brutal poundings from all three of us.

At last, Callan’s patience wears out, and he’s overcome. I’ve barely finished squeezing the last drops of cum into her scalding pussy when he yanks me off her, flips her over, and drives into her hard and fast from behind. She moans and writhes and gasps, and Warrick shoves his cock into her mouth, already hard again from watching us fuck her.

I’m already getting hard watching my brothers take our mate from both ends. When Callan’s done, Warrick and I pounce and share her between us this time. We keep fucking until Luna taps out, and then we fall into a sweaty, exhausted pile. I don’t know how much time has gone down, and I don’t really care.

We lie about in the aftermath for a while, dozing peacefully until Warrick rolls from the bed and pads from the room. I’m sure he’s going for a smoke.

Callan’s on his back with his arm thrown over his face, and Luna’s settled on her belly between Callan and me with her eyes closed.

“Are you asleep?” I ask, stroking her side.

“Not yet,” she says in a sleepy voice. “But I’m so tired.”

“We definitely tired you out,” I say, crawling up to prop my head on a pillow. “You’ll be up and ready for more in the morning, though. A wolf in heat… The devil himself couldn’t be more greedy.”

“I’m greedy?” she asks, her lids fluttering open.

“In the best way,” I say. “I fucking love it. And don’t worry, we’ll sate you all day and night until you’re so stuffed full of cum you can’t help but get pregnant.”

Callan snorts out a laugh.

I coil a lock of Luna’s hair around my fingers. “Have you thought about where we’re going to live?”

“We’re living here,” Luna says, lifting her gaze to mine. “Can’t we stay here?”

“Sure,” I say. “We don’t have a problem with you and Axel here, but if it was tight when you lived here, it’s even tighter now with the two of you.”

“What are you saying?” Luna says, a frown marring her features. She crawls up next to me and snuggles into my side.

Callan rolls over and hooks his leg over hers. “We were talking about it earlier when we were outside. We need bigger digs.”

“Bigger digs?” Luna asks.

“Digs is another way to say house,” I explain as I tuck my arm under her head and pull her close, kissing the top of her mussed hair.

“Can we build on this land?” Luna asks.

“We have the land to do that, sure,” I say. “But Axel won’t want to live this far from the pack. Now that we’re in, Warrick won’t either. And you’ll be more protected if we’re living near the pack. That way they can watch out for you, and you don’t have to have an escort when you leave the house. They’ll know the moment an outsider steps onto pack land, and they’ll come to your defense.”

As much as I like living out here, Luna’s safety is the most important thing. And once she has pups, keeping them safe will be at the top of the list, too.