“Not yet, sweetling.” Lorcan choked out. “You must say the words to Ronan, too!”
Amanda looked toward the only other male wolf now left in the room. Ronan. The shorter, dark-haired Earring Wolf had crouched less than a meter away from Lorcan and Amanda withboth his hands braced against the floor like an animal about to pounce.
Nonetheless, Amanda repeated the words she couldn't possibly understand to Ronan this time.
Everything happened so fast after that.
Ronan leaped forward, and Lorcan reached up.
Ripping sounds filled the air, and in a flash, Amanda was naked as the day she was born.
What…?My heart slammed into my throat.What in the world?
Before I could even begin to come up with an answer to that question, Lorcan had lifted his leather kilt and pulled out something I had only ever seen on farm animals.
I blinked. And in that blink, Lorcan hefted Amanda’s entire body into the air above him before slamming her down in a way that made his straining staff disappear from sight — and Amanda screamed.
Had he…?
My mind reeled, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.Was he…?
As I tried to figure out what I was looking at, Lorcan rocked Amanda’s hips into his.
“Ár ngrá!”he roared, his tight expression releasing into one filled with a strange mix of wonder and ecstasy.
“Ja! Ja!”Amanda sobbed. But then began to babble in Wölfennite about how good it felt.
And that was when I finally understood what had happened. Amanda had gone into heat. The Lupine estrous cycle I'd onlyheard rumor of prior to this. And now shewas mating with the wolf she'd argued with earlier. Lorcan was claiming her on his staff of flesh. Sex. They were havingsex!
A new feeling filled my belly, tingling and strange. Was it disgust? It had to be disgust…
But as happy as Lorcan had appeared to be to claim Amanda as his own, he suddenly stopped jerking his hips underneath her.
“Ronan, come to us,” Lorcan commanded, his hands traveling from her hips to the pink cheeks of her exposed backside.
He spread her bottom in a way that made me fully understand the definition of the word “lewd.” In an instant.
Then he growled, "Make her ready for our claim!"
To my horror, Ronan dropped down behind Amanda and put his mouth between the cheeks Lorcan held open. He appeared to be licking the hole between her… but why…? My brain tried and failed to comprehend the scene in front of me. Why would Ronan do that?
Suddenly, memories of how they'd spoken to her flashed through my head, rewriting themselves with new clarity before two particular words that Lorcan had said echoed through my mind.Our claim.
No, it couldn’t be. My brain refused to consider the possible reason for Ronan licking Amanda’s back hole.
He wasn’t going to… surely, they wouldn’t…
I found out the "forever seared into my memory" way that they would. When Ronan rose to his knees, lifted his kilt, and entered Amanda's back hole from behind with one huge thrust of his hips.
Oh.
My.
Wolf.
I was a bad Wölfennite — a terrible one, in fact. I had zero desire to live under the ultra-conservative rules of the Ordnung. I secretly listened to music, laughed at social media posts, and enjoyed all the offerings of the forbidden internet. Before coming to Scotland, I’d even debated bringing along the secret laptop I’d tucked underneath a floorboard hidey-hole, which I’d learned to make from a woodworking YouTuber.
However, as an unheated she-wolf, I’d never bothered with the more prurient side of the forbidden internet. I knew the ins and outs of normal sex and the many colorful-verging-on-vulgar labels that were used to describe the private parts necessary to perform such acts — like the c-word Wild had used earlier. But I’d been much more interested in learning about the real world through a mix of documentaries, and over-the-top reality shows while I executed my plot to get out of St. Ailbe before I was forced into a wolf-mating, than the ins and outs of sexual alternatives to the missionary position.
