Page 50 of Tamed Wolf

By ditching protection, we’re telling her we know what the consequences of continuing are and saying we're going to do it anyways. “You're mine—oursto have, ours to hold from this day forward. You're the second chance we never thought we'd get, you're our literal dream come true. I know your brain is foggy right now from the heat, but I don't want you thinking for one minute that we don't want everything with you.

“Whatever the goddess chooses to bless us with, we'll navigate together. If we get through your heat and nothing happens, we can try again if that's what you want.”

“You already have a baby though, and I have no business having another at my age,” she whispers. “I know Rowan is your priority, I can't jeopardize that by taking your attention from him.”

I kiss her, partly to get her to stop that line of thinking, and partly because she needs to know how I feel about her right in this moment. “Lark, it is entirely possible to have more than one priority. Rowan is the joy of our life, but it doesn't have to be the only one. It's asking a lot of you to be with us knowing we already have a baby—"

“He's not a hardship,” she immediately tells me. “Not a deal breaker. If anything, I'd say it works in your favor.” I can tell that the fog has receded from her just a bit from the physical touch we've given her, enabling us to have a short conversation.

“Let's just take care of you right now and we'll figure out the rest when and if it happens, okay?”

“Okay,” she whispers.

I keep my eyes on her as I work myself into her body slowly, bare skin against bare skin a million times more potent. “Godsdamn I can feel every ridge inside of you, Lark.” This seems to please her, and with the next thrust I pick up speed, then Ifinallyget what I've been looking for. She gives in to the heat, face relaxing, reaching up to massage her own breasts, getting her body higher as she loses herself in our joining.

It doesn't take long for my brothers to replace her hands with their own, and it doesn't take long after that for her to start silently demanding I knot her.

I've only done this once before; it's terrifying and exhilarating at the same time trying to wedge myself inside a space that shouldn't actually fit what I'm trying to give it. My knot is so damn sensitive, and every press against her body has me nearly biting my tongue off in pleasure-pain.

“Please make it,” she starts to beg, “I need it. Need you filling me up. I need to feel you stuck inside my body…”

I'm trying to take it easy, but she wants no part of that. Before she gets too frustrated, I wedge myself inside of her fully, with no small effort on my part, and she's squeezing me so damn tight, rocking into me, coming apart.

It's absolutely stunning, knowing I'm responsible for the way her body's feeling right now, getting to use the knot the goddess gave me to take care of my mate.

“Oh gods.” She's whimpering now, and I keep trying to thrust into her, making sure I prolong her release as long as possible. With the way she's squeezing me, I lose the fight pretty quickly. I cry out as I start emptying myself inside of her, getting high off the fact that my cum is making its way deep inside her body and satiating her at last.

She's been in a pseudo heat for days, denied relief and only offered mediocre options, so the fact that she wants us is a huge honor.

“There you go, Lark,” I say through gritted teeth.

She clings to me as I fall next to her, refusing to let go while her body trembles against me. I think she's crying again, but I'm pretty sure this time it's because she's overwhelmed with everything happening and not because she's upset.

By the time I'm able to pull out of her body, a gush of fluid escapes, but we can't have that. She wants my cum inside of her, she's damn well gonna get my cum inside of her. “This belongs in here,” I tell her as I push it back in, using my fingers to get the mess back where it should be.

Since I'm basically just fingering her now, she starts getting needy again.

My beautiful second chance mate fires right back up, immediately thrashing, needing so much more than just a few hungry fingers.

So, Brooks takes over, calmly and reverently climbing between her legs while he looks down at her, trying to memorize her like I've been attempting. He's pretty much already worthless as he slips inside of her, bare as well, fitting his knot inside of her easily now that she's already been taken once.

She's different with him than she was with me, different still than she was with Blake. She's starting to understand our personalities and figure out what we can each give her and reacting accordingly.

Blake was a little rougher, I was a little more cautious, and Brooks is bringing nothing but heart to the table.

I almost feel uncomfortable being on the bed next to them while he takes her, because it seems as if they're establishing exactly what they want to be to each other.

Whoever coined the phrase a picture is worth a thousand words has never been mixed up with triplet alphas, because the looks they're giving each other right now as they work together to find completion are worth about twenty million.

Wiping her down and keeping her as cool as possible, working as a pack to make sure every need is met before she even has to ask, makes me feel like the pack we should have been all along. It feels good to be on the path we've always wanted, to have the affection of a good woman and hope for a future together.

We don't complain when we're only able to nap two more hours before she needs us again, and we give her everything we have once again with no complaint. We drain ourselves into her over and over again, letting her dictate who she wants and when and giving her the freedom to explore us in any way she feels called to.

We try to ensure that she always feels safe and cared for, and not just lusted after. This is important to us, and the foundation of the type of pack we want to build with her.

By the time her heat has finally burned itself out, I'm sure it's been days and I've never been so excited to see a shower before. I've never been more grateful for building ours so big, because we're all able to get in there with her, to massage her and wash her hair and make sure she doesn't have to lift a finger to do anything for herself after what her body just went through.

Heats completely deplete female wolves, and so even though we tried to feed her when we could, it’s only after her heat is fully over that she's finally willing and able to sit upright and eat a full meal and then some.

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