Page 29 of Feral Werewolves

She fucking did it. She rubbed her finger into it and popped the finger into her mouth. She licked it clean, holding my gaze, and I felt…

Shit.

Okay, then. Now, I was dredging my fingers through it and pushing my come-covered fingers into her mouth, and she was licking me clean and gazing up at me as she did it, like some kind of perfect sex kitten, and I was getting hard again.

Lazarus and Paladin appeared in the doorway. I looked up at them, and she looked up at them, licking my fingers, one of her boobs hanging out, smeared with my come.

“What the fuck?” said Lazarus.

I cringed.

“I’m not doing this,” said Lazarus and walked out of the room.

I got up, putting my dick away, the hard-on I was working on deflating. I went after him. “Hey, she was into it,” I called after him.

We were outside the bedroom in the hallway, now.

He stopped, turning around to face me, angry. He put a finger in my face. “That’s not going to make any difference in the end, and you know it.”

“Yeah, but she… I think she was flirting with me,” I said.

“And you’ve never been flirted with before,” he said.

I grimaced.

His gaze flicked away, as if something else had just occurred to him. He stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Flirting with you,” he echoed.

“Look,” I said, “if this is the speech about how I’m some dumb kid who doesn’t understand women or whatever, save it, because if you wanted to be in charge here, you could be, and you submit to me, so—”

“Tithes don’t do that,” he said. “Not typically.”

“What are we talking about?”

He turned and went back the hallway into my bedroom. I followed him. When we got in there, she was naked and so was Paladin. He was fucking her, missionary fucking her, just the two of them smashed together like that, face-to-face, and they were kissing and…

I felt like I was intruding.

It looked intimate and sweet and like nothing I was even capable of doing.

I backed out of the room, and I grabbed the back of Lazarus’s shirt and pulled him out of there, too.

He shifted on his feet in the hallway, and now I could see that he was working on a bulge at his crotch. “She did this on purpose,” he said.

“I mean, I don’t know,” I said. “Paladin must have contacted her online. He told me that he’d found a social media account—”

“No, not her.” Lazarus gestured towards the bedroom door. “Griff’s mate. That woman. She did this on purpose. She must have known it would do this. I actually read something on a werewolf forum once, something like this.” He strode off down the hallway, walking with a purpose.

I blinked after him.

“Come with me,” he called over his shoulder.

I went with him.

We had an ancient laptop that we shared between the three of us. It was thick and clunky, and it struggled with thesoftware updates it tried to implement. He picked it up and logged in to his account on there. He squinted at the screen for a while, and then he slid it over to me. “See.” He tapped the screen. “There.”

It was just a sea of words to me. “What are you going on about?”

He took the laptop back. “Well, this post was advocating one-on-one werewolf to tithe sex on full moons. Said that when that happens, it’s more likely to trigger mating bonds. Said that they’d been trying it and it was working.”

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