8
Jarl
Juliet lay heaving in the furs. Her small body glimmered with the pearly sheen from our seed. She bore our scent from head to toe. As it should be, the beast whispered, and I agreed.
Fenrir stretched over her, his c**k rubbing against her entrance. Heat flushed our little nun’s cheeks. Her dark curls stuck to her sweaty skin. Between her legs, her skin was dark pink and puffy from all the attention we’d given it. She never looked more beautiful.
She is small and will find it difficult to take us, Fenrir spoke to me mind to mind.
I will do it, brother, if you are afraid.
Fenrir gave me a look and I bared my teeth at him. Heat flooded my body and my skin prickled. Fur rippled down my back and up my arms—the beast, taking over. We needed to f**k our mate, and soon.
He sat back o
