Their eyes light up with immediate interest.
"You're ready for that?" Rowan asks hopefully.
"I'm ready to try," I say with a shrug, grinning. "Why not?"
Micah's already scrambling out of the nest, nearly tripping over a throw pillow in his haste. "I'll get it. Don't move. Don't go anywhere."
"Where would I even go?" I call after him, but he's already thundering up the stairs like the house is on fire.
Rowan chuckles against my throat. "He's been waiting for this."
"You all have, apparently."
"Can you blame us?" His hands roam my body with renewed purpose, mapping the terrain. "The thought of you taking us fully, stretched around our knots..." He growls, the sound vibrating against my skin. "It's enough to drive an alpha insane."
The mental image sends a fresh wave of heat through me. I've felt their knots pressing against me during sex, those swollen bases that catch at my entrance but never quite push through.
The promise ofmore.
The frustration ofnot yet.
"Found it!" Micah's voice carries down the stairs, followed by the rapid thud of his feet.
He reappears in the doorway, slightly breathless, holding something that makes my eyes widen.
The toy is... fucking substantial.
It's made of smooth silicone in a deep purple color and it's shaped like an alpha's cock, complete with the bulge at the base that's currently deflated but clearly designed to expand.
"It has a pump," Micah explains, showing me a small rubber bulb connected to the base by a thin tube. "So we can control how big it gets. Start small, work up."
"That's… inventive."
"There are whole communities dedicated to this kind of training," Rowan explains. "Surprisingly, most of them are made by humans who theoretically have no idea we even exist."
"Of course there are." I shouldn't be surprised. The internet has communities for everything. "You guys really did your research."
"Sean made a spreadsheet," Micah says, completely serious.
I stare at him. "Sean.Seanwho can barely remember his own class schedule made aspreadsheetabout training me to take a knot?"
"Yeah. It's very detailed. Color-coded and everything." Micah settles back into the nest, pulling me toward him so my back rests against his chest. "He takes mate care seriously."
These wolves, with their ridiculous dedication to my pleasure. They treat me like I'm their goddess and sometimes like their weird pet at the same time. It's so far removed from anything I've ever experienced that sometimes I still can't quite believe it's real.
"So how does this work?" I ask, trying to sound clinical about a conversation that has my pulse racing.
"First," Rowan says, settling between my spread thighs, "we make sure you're ready."
His mouth descends on me without further preamble, tongue tracing a slow path through my folds that makes my hips buck. Behind me, Micah's hands find my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers as he presses kisses along my neck.
"Fuck," I gasp, already so worked up from the conversation that the dual stimulation feels overwhelming. "That's—oh gods."
"Good?" Rowan asks against my clit, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation.
"Don't stop."
He doesn't. His tongue circles my sensitive bud with maddening accuracy while two fingers slide inside me, curving to find my spot. Micah pinches my nipple at the exact same moment, and I cry out, my back arching against his solid chest.
