Page 63 of Tamed Wolf

He snorts. How rude. “No, you’re not,” he tells me. He reaches for the hem of the oversized shirt I’m wearing and pulls it over my head. Then he takes my hands and places them against the tree, pulling my hips back.

He braids my hair and ties it off with an elastic he must have had on his wrist, placing the braid over my shoulder, making me frown.

“How do you know how to do that?”

“Don’t worry about that right now. Hands on the tree, Lark. It seems I have a nice opportunity here to convince you to go through with this ceremony while the moon is still high.”

He peels my leggings down my hips and shoves his face between my legs, licking me indecently.

I give in to it before I realize his parents are about 30 feet away. “Beckett!” I snap again. “We can’t do this here. I’m not going to let you get me off while your mother and father are right over there.”

“Wow, it sure is a beautiful night,” his mother suddenly says far too loudly. “It would be a shame if I kept talking really loudly for a few minutes and ruined the solitude of it, wouldn’t it?”

There’s soft whispering I can’t quite make out and then his father is in on it too, speaking loudly with his mother about nonsense.

“They fully support this plan,” he says she continues shove his tongue into me.

“Oh my gods,fine. Put the damn dress on me.”

He pops up immediately, wide fucking grin on his face, cheeks glistening from me, and shoves the tongue that was just deep inside my cunt into my mouth. Lovely.

Beckett carefully removes the shimmery dress from the velvet hanger and unzips the back, holding it out for me to step into. It seems like it’s got some sort of built-in support system, so I don’t even bother asking for a bra, I simply stand there and try not to cry like a baby as he zips me up. It is tight; everything with form is going to be on my ridiculous boobs, but like his mom said, it has a bit of a stretch so it’s still mostly comfortable.

He runs his hands up the outsides of my thighs, under the skirt, feeling my bear pussy and cupping it. “Not sure if you’ve been to a mating before, but I get to do fun things to this after,” he says as he taps against me.

I can feel my wolf bristling under the skin, dying to shake out her fur and run. The pull of the moon is calling to her heart, making me think that I probably could shift if I wanted to.

For years I haven’t felt that ability in my fingertips; it’s been beyond my reach since I was rejected. But tonight feels different. And I’m hopeful, because this feels right, as much hesitancy as I’m showing.

“Yeah, we'll see about that, with you guys springing this on me like this.” I saunter off to find my other guys, feeling like hot shit in this dress. I don’t know what it actually looks like on me since there's no mirror in the forest, rude, but if we’re going by the guys’ reactions, I look pretty fire.

“It wouldn't be a mating ceremony if I didn't ask you if you were here of your own free will,” the alpha says to me.

I narrow my eyes at the guys because of their coercion, unable to hold it long because I'm here and I'm not letting this moment go. “Yes alpha, I'm here of my own free will. Let’s get this show on the road.”

“Brooks, Beckett, and Blake, it has been the absolute joy of my life to watch you grow into the wolves you are today. Your mother and I are so proud of the direction you're taking the pack, and of the choices you're making.

“In front of me, I see wolves perfectly matched for each other. The things the goddess asks of us are not always easy, but all of you have taken her lessons in stride and are making this pack so proud.

“I know that when the time is right, the four of you are going to lead the next generation of our pack to great heights. Beckett, Brooks, and Blake; if you do anything to harm this woman the goddess is giving to you, there is nowhere that’d be out of her reach for reconciliation.

“My wish for all of you as you start your new life with your new mate, is to always find joy in the small things. To remember the good moments as they happen, and to also save them for the days when frustration seems to bleed through in everything you do.

“Lark, we're just getting to know each other, but I would challenge you to go into this mating with your eyes as open as your heart. I hope you find peace and healing and love and come to learn how joyful a good mating can be. I hope you smile more than you do anything else, and I pray that the goddess blesses this new family you're building together tonight, easing your path as much as possible.

“We gather under the full moon because that's when mother moon can reach us the best. I would ask that my sons gather the hands of their new mate and bow their heads so they may pray to the goddess for a blessing.”

Their hands are warm in mine as they do as the alpha instructs, and I bow my head right along with them to give thanks to the goddess for this incredible blessing. It's not every day a wolf gets another chance like this, and there's an ember in my heart telling me that this mating will be one for the history books.

A tingle runs down my palm as we all finish our prayers, and then the alpha is asking us to repeat traditional mating vows, which I do on auto pilot. I'm promising myself to them body, mind and spirit, vowing to respect this union and to work for it.

In the darkness, three sets of identical eyes blink back at me, saying the same words I am, and it’s unreal to go through a ceremony I wrote off long ago.

When I come back into myself, the alpha is telling them to kiss their mate and I have three hungry wolves trying to ravage me, teeth elongating as they press kisses against my neck.

“Lark, the boys would like to leave it up to you as to whether or not you’ll accept your mating bites now under the full moon, or if you’d rather return home to do them in a more private atmosphere.”

I lift my face up to the sky, closing my eyes as the night breeze stirs the little hairs around my face. Anybody can have a mating bite when they’re at home being intimate, but not many go through the trouble of restraining themselves enough to get bites beneath the full moon during a formal mating ceremony.

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