Chapter 21: Last Evening

The pack had come to terms with it, at least on the surface.

Zariel was leaving for the Temple Trials in two days, and there was nothing any of them could say to change his mind. The big white-and-gray wolf had made his decision, and once Zariel dug his claws in, he rarely let go.

So they gave him a proper last evening.

The living room was warm and low-lit, the fireplace crackling softly. Clothes had long since been discarded. The air carried the comfortable, familiar musk of pack and the faint sweet-spicy leftover scent of KnotJoy from the nights before.

Cass and Kiran were tangled together on one side of the rug, fooling around with lazy, playful energy. Kiran was on his back, legs loosely wrapped around Cass’s waist as the new black wolf slowly ground his half-hard red cock against the fox’s belly, both of them trading slow, wet kisses and quiet laughs. Cass’s new tail curled around Kiran’s thigh, the soft black fur brushing against red as he rocked his hips, savoring the way his sensitive sheath dragged along warm fox fur.

Cass and Kiran like to spend a lot of times together, but so does ... Kiran and ANYONE in the pack. The fox was insatiable.

Roan, meanwhile, had Zariel on all fours in front of the fireplace.

The big scarred wolf was unusually quiet tonight, his icy blue eyes half-closed as Roan mounted him from behind. As big as Zariel was, he loved bottoming as much as topping, and was not embarassed to submit to the other males in the pack, even on occasion, to Kiran. He just liked the feeling, he said. He didn’t care if his big size is supposed to ‘be fitting for a top.’ Roan thrust deep and steady, powerful hips moving as he worked his thick cock in and out of Zariel’s tight heat. The wet, rhythmic sounds of furred hips meeting filled the room, slick, heavy, intimate. Zariel’s broad back flexed, scarred muscle shifting under white-and-gray fur as he took every inch.

“Yeah, alpha. Fuck ... you’re hitting the prostate man, stay right at that angle, fuck it’s good.”

Zariel’s cock bobbed rock hard beneath him, prostatic fluid and maybe cum and pre, leaking from his tip, the whole shaft soaked, drips flying on the floor in circular patterns. His knot was bulged to max thickness but with nothing but the open air to tie with. Roan really knew how to thrust onto a wolf’s money spot. Especially with Cass, the alpha wolf could make him see stars every time. Enjoy it, Zariel, Cass thought.