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Galen's eyes flitted from the grinning, nodding heads
to Erik, who closed his eyes, massaging his pounding
forehead.
Suddenly, old Jarl stood and screamed, "Thieves!
Thieves in the forest!!!"
In the pandemonium that followed, someone knocked
over a chair. The people assumed wolf form and had
barreled, baying, from the fortress before the chair hit
the floor.
"Thank you, Jarl," Erik said, rising and throwing a
comforting arm around his mate, who appeared a tad
unsteady on his feet.
"Think nothing of it," the seer replied. He and the
four pregnant ladies sat facing Erik and Galen with coy
smiles.
"Don't even think it," Galen scolded. Erik escorted
him from the room, guiding hand firm upon Galen's
back.
They'd barely made the stairs when Galen and Erik
each tried throwing the other against the wall. They
ended up on the floor, frantic hands untying laces, lower
bodies humping together. They froze at the sound of
approaching footsteps.
"Let's take this somewhere private, shall we?" Erik
asked, helping his mate from the floor. Kiss, hump,
grope. A waistcoat fell to the floor. Nibble, suck, lick.
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Galen's tunic fell a few steps away. Hand in braes,
gently kneading. The three layers of cloth covering
Erik's chest left a trail down the hallway. Whomp!
Whomp! Erik's boots hit the wall.
The few scraps of clothing they still wore didn't last
long once they made it to Galen's room. They fell fully
naked onto the bed, Galen on his back, Erik looming
over him. Their mouths joined; their erections pressed
together. Erik's shaking hand spilled oil on Galen's
stomach, and they laughed, hands sliding together to
reclaim it.
One eye-locking moment later, the humor fled. Erik
reached a slickened hand for Galen's opening. Galen
grasped Erik's hand, a question in his eyes. "Me wolf
tells me I'm to be an alpha, too," he murmured.
"Yes," Erik answered, thrilled at his mate's newfound
acceptance of fate, but impatient to get to the part of the
bonding ritual that didn't require words.
"And it's me mate as should teach me that?"
"Yes?" Uncertainty wavered Erik's voice.
An expression of jubilation stretched Galen's mouth
wide, and the world spun, coming to rest with Galen
hovered above Erik. "What say we start the lessons
now?"
Erik opened and closed his mouth several times. No
words escaped. Instead, Galen's tongue darted in,
stealing any objections. For a beginner, the novice
learned quickly, smearing oil against Erik's opening,
gently probing with a finger until Erik grew impatient.
With great care, Galen breeched Erik's body, eyes
closed in bliss. He held himself braced on his forearms,
unmoving, until Erik grasped his buttocks and pulled,
locking them more firmly together.
The spilled oil let Erik's cock glide between their
bodies. Reining in his passion, he let the tension build
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slowly, determined not to lose control this time and
thereby frighten his mate again.
He lost the battle. Their cries of completion began
human and ended on wolfish yowls.
***
Erik settled his satin-swathed mate in a chair by the
fire, serving them both from a tray brought by a servant,
who sniffed the air and grinned before silently backing
from the room.
They sat quietly munching cold chicken, Erik
reserving the choicest bits for Galen, when the door was
pushed open. A tiny black snout poked into the gap,
followed by the body of a familiar wolf cub.
"Ah, little one," Erik said, "escaped from the den,
have you?" He reached down, scratching a tiny ear.
The cub snatched a bit of chicken from Galen's
outstretched fingers. "We'll never have a cub of our
own," he said sorrowfully, stroking the small, furry body
and gracing it with a bittersweet smile. The cub licked
Galen's fingers.
"No, we won't," Erik replied, on his guard. For
someone who'd panicked before at the thought of seeing
a child become a cub, Galen's surprising nonchalance
caught Erik off guard. Did he dare to hope it would be
this easy?
"Well, I was charged with looking after the little
fella," Galen said, regarding Erik with an appealing
upturn of lips that inspired Erik's desire to do anything
he could to make this man happy. Did villagers learn
persuasion in their youth? No wonder there were so
many half-breeds.
"Yes, you were," Erik agreed cautiously, noticing a
certain similarity between his new mate's expression and
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