wet, slick seduction. My eyes rolled up in my head and I had to stay still lest I blow before I even began. Once I had some of my control back, I really gave it to her. Gave her what I knew she desired. Her moans were loud as I pounded away, matching my own grunts of ecstasy.
“My, you are full of surprises,” I heard Elliot commented from behind.
I turned to see him taking a seat at the very table on which I was fucking my wife. “And then some,” I commented, still keeping my rhythm as I was close to blowing my load. I tossed glances between my wife’s flushed face and Elliot’s horny stare, both turned me on to the point of no return. My wife came first, her pussy squirting my cock with her juices just as I filled her with my seed. The only thing that would have made this moment more perfect was if my seed finally took in her womb and produced me an heir. One could only hope.
I nearly collapsed on top of her and had to brace myself on the table while I panted after my orgasm. I pulled my cock out and watched as drips of our combined fluids hit the wooden floor and I smiled, then turned to Elliot. My cock was softening, but I walked over to him, holding it out. “Clean it.” He was wearing the long gown I’d given him, the robe untied to expose the tent between his legs. I watched his hand movement go up and down the length of his cock under the fabric as he’d began to pleasure himself while watching me fuck my wife.
His gaze was intent as he looked up at me and there was no shyness there, only lust in his gray eyes. Oh yes, he was the perfect human to be inducted into our pack. God, I hoped he survived the transformation. I would make certain that his body could take my Alpha’s venom. I wanted him! Wanted him at my side, under my command. His full lips parted, his pink tongue darting out a little, licking along the flesh of his bottom lip.
“Yesss, clean every drop off my cock,” I told him.
He leaned forward as his hand stroked his own dick faster. And when he took me into his mouth, I nearly came again. He sucked my cum and my wife’s pussy juices off my dick with such skill, I had to grab him by both ears. No way I wasn’t going to shoot a load down his throat. I pumped my hips into his face, enjoying the oral pleasures of his tongue and lips. He took me deep, too, a skill a lot of men didn’t quite have and something I rarely had the patience to teach.
“Ahhhhh, Shhhiiitttt,” I growled just as my body jerked from my climax. I huffed with each jet that landed on Elliot’s tongue, then quaked before I once again had to brace myself on the table. “A fella could get used to this.” I grinned as I looked at Elliot, then my wife.
“I suppose a fella could,” she said, then placed my plate on the table by my hand. The platter was loaded with venison I’d caught two nights ago, aged cheese, eggs, dates, and bread.
I chuckled, then pulled my cock from Elliot’s mouth, shivering as he gave me one last suck. I tucked my soft dick back into my breeches before sitting down to eat. Elliot grunted and I turned just in time to see him jerking in the chair, the wood creaking under his heavy form as he spasmed stiffly. A wet spot appeared on the front of his gown and soon after that, he went limp in the chair, hand still underneath the gown, but no longer stroking his shaft.
“Your plate,” my wife said, placing his plate in front of him.
He looked at it, still panting, then at Charlene. “Thank you kindly, ma’am.”
Well, he had some manners, not that it really mattered all too much in the world of wolves. Most were brutes like Elliot and when diplomacy was a necessity, those who were more refined like myself, Royce, and our Alpha could step in and handle matters. Mostly, it was when we were dealing with the upper crust of British elite and royalty.
“Darling, will you be joining us?” I asked as I dined on the venison.
“Yes, my dear, as always, I am at your side,” she said, and