Page 66 of Feral Werewolves

“I think you guys should do feats of strength to compete over me,” she said airily, which showed she wasn’t particularly worried about all this, even though it probably was a fair point, something we were going to have to figure out. “Arm wrestling, maybe.”

“No fair,” I said. “I’m going to lose every time.’

Lazarus put his arm on the table.

“Thumb wrestling,” I countered.

Lazarus set his hand on the table, waggling his fingers. “One. Two. Three. Four. I declare a thumb war.”

Clementine erupted in giggles on my lap, and I laughed, too.

Kestrel brought the eggs over and set the skillet on a potholder on the table.

“Hey, sweetheart, if you’re in my lap, I can’t possibly win this thumb wrestling contest.”

“Oh, you need to concentrate?” She was still giggling asshe got up.

Kestrel grabbed her, pulling her down to sit with him.

She kissed Kestrel, and his hands roamed over her body possessively, and my cock jerked.

Lazarus had lost interest in the thumb wrestling, too, watching them make out. He licked his lips. “So, explain to me again why we’re doing breakfast and not her?”

“Uh, I can’t remember,” I said.

Kestrel broke their kiss. His voice was soft and he spoke to her. “Because we’re taking her over the wall to get her stuff from her dorm today.”

“I could wait,” said Clementine. “Today, you all thumb wrestle over who gets to fuck me, and we eat toast and eggs in between bouts of me having all my holes filled with your cocks and—”

“No,” said Kestrel, kissing her forehead. “You need your things, baby girl.”

“Does she need them today?” said Lazarus. “I liked your plan, Clementine.”

“I did, too,” she said.

“We can’t take today off and fuck her all day and then take tomorrow off and go across the wall,” said Kestrel. “We can’t put off farm chores for that many days. So, if we’re taking today off, we need to do something productive with it.”

Lazarus sighed.

I sighed.

Clementine sighed.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” said Kestrel. “I fucking hate being in charge sometimes. But someone has to make these decisions!”

Clementine curled up against his chest.

He tightened his grip on her.

I smiled, because I felt happier than I’d felt in a long time. I felt a soaring sense of goodness that I never wanted to end. She looked good on his lap.

clementine

IF YOU’VE NEVERgone back to your dorm room with your three fucking gorgeous werewolf mates to have them pack up all your things and load them into a rented U-Haul, I have to say, do it. There’s nothing like it in the world.

My roommate was dumbfounded when I showed up at the dorm with them. She looked them over, gaze lingering on all three of their broad shoulders and thick arms and muscular chests.

“Three of them?” she said in a tiny, breathy voice.

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