Page 18 of In the Mouth of the Wolf

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.

Ourservaglio.

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?”

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