Page 66 of Tamed Wolf

Her perfect fucking tongue keeps twisting around my tip, fluttering right over my slit in a pattern that's too fast to even keep track of. My knees are already shaking, and then she starts playing with my balls. I have to give in to the pull and fuck her mouth the way she's silently daring me to.

She didn't ended up getting pregnant from her last heat, which is something I think she's slightly grateful for in the aftermath, but I know we would have been ecstatic if it had come out differently.

Now, we just get to enjoy her and do the nasty all over our house when Rowan’s otherwise occupied.

She hollows out her cheeks and starts sliding over me as fast as she can, sucking the cum right out of me. It shoots down her throat in pulses and waves, leaving me weak in the knees and lightheaded.

The washer behind her starts a spin cycle, so while I'm down on my knees recovering, I might as well put the position to use. “Spread them, Lark,” I demand once she’s sitting on the edge of the washer. I drape her knees over my shoulders and dive in.

I try to remain somewhat careful of the neatly stacked piles of laundry next to her on the dryer I walked in on her folding, while still trying to give it to her as good as I got it. Hard not to when she tastes as sweet as she does, and I have discovered how fucking fun it is to go down on her. Something about having your face buried between your woman's thighs, makes you feel really fucking manly. Especially when those glorious thighs start clamping down around you and she starts wriggling and screaming, pulling your hair and trying to fuck your face.

“Seriously Beckett? What the hell, dude? I've been trying to call you.” I flip off Blake over my shoulder but don't quit what I'm doing, because I think she's starting to get a little bit close. Her thighs are starting to do that shaky thing occasionally, so I give her a couple fingers to push her higher

“As hot as this is, we've got company coming.”

Company or not, I don’t want to waste this opportunity. I'm taking advantage of her while she's vulnerable.

When I don’t respond, Blake leans over me, pushing me even further into her if that's possible, so he can kiss her. The washer starts to really spin now, and that along with everything else I'm doing to her sends her over the edge. She stiffens and starts screaming, flooding my mouth as she does.

Blake kicks me out of the way, dropping his pants and sliding into her before I even realize what's going on, taking her hard and fast while she's still sensitive. Man, it's good to be mated.

I get some washcloths to clean up with while he desecrates our laundry room further, filling up a glass of water to choke down and bring to Lark. I know her throat will be dry from screaming, and I can't not take care of her.

Luckily my pants are back on when I hear someone knocking at the door, realizing that Blake was telling the truth about someone coming over.

“Can I help you?” I ask the older couple standing on my porch. There's something familiar about them, but I'm not sure I've ever seen them before.

“We're looking for our daughter,” the guy says in a slightly irritating tone of voice.

I study them and then realize they must be Lark's parents. The ones that abandoned her. I shut the door behind me as I step outside, the faint echoes of Lark still happening if you're listening carefully enough, giving my brother and mate a moment of privacy while I figure out what the hell these people are doing on my porch.

“We don't have any daughters here, Sir.” I cross my arms and lean against my door, rage filling me on Lark's behalf.

“You are the alpha's son, yes? I know she's in there.” He clearly isn’t catching how I’m insinuating that they’re no longer her parents.

“We're sorry to just spring this visit on you like this,” his mate says, trying to soften up his clearly gruff demeanor. “We've been trying to find her you see, and we heard she was here and we just had to drop everything and come visit. Couldn't wait another minute!” She titters, but it’s clearly forced.

“I see.” I don't buy it for a second, I'm not as dumb as they think I am. “Are you aware she was rejected?”

“That's none of our business,” the guy says, face turning slightly red.

“It's simply awful what those men put her through,” Lark’s mother says, trying to affect some fake sobs. “I just didn't know how to get ahold of her.”

One of the windows must be opened, because a sudden burst of Lark’s laughter floats to us as she runs through the house, two pairs of feet slapping on the hardwood floors as she's apparently chased through the rooms. Fucking love how happy that laugh sounds.

“Wait here,” I tell them with all of the respect they deserve, which means none. “I'll ask my mate if she'll see you.”

“You let a woman tell you how to run your household, son?”

I had planned on opening the door after I put my hand on the knob, but I rethink that pretty quick. “You hit children, Sir? All I know of you is that you caused my mate more pain when she was already starting to go through it. I know that you couldn't keep your hands to yourself and that you didn't take care of her when she really needed you to. I know,” I continue, crowding them so they have to take a step off of my porch, “that you didn't visit her once when she was in the shelter, pregnant with your grandchild. I know you've never reached out to your grandchild, so you know nothing about him either. Don't you dare come on my property, in my pack, and try to push your fucking chauvinistic ideologies on me. You’re damned right we let her run the household. She’s smarter and more capable than the three of us combined. As far as I’m concerned, she doesn’t have parents anymore. They were dead to her a long time ago.”

The door opens behind me, revealing a pink-cheeked Lark carrying a sleepy Rowan. He must have woken up early from all the excess noise around him. That's fine, that just means that bedtime will be easier later. “Who are you—" she starts to ask and then stops mid-sentence, face paling and then reddening again in anger. “What do you guys want?”

“Lark, honey,” her mom says, reaching out with eyes wide and on my son, but Lark twists her body so that she can't reach him.

“No. You don’t get access to him. What do you want? Why are you here?”

“We've just bought a new place in town, and we heard that you had moved in here. We thought we'd surprise you for a visit! We've missed you, honey.”

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