She Rules The Wolves 76 Old Wolves Are Like Dogs.

He caressed her face as she serviced him before sinking his hands into her hair and more forcefully pushing past her lips. She had almost managed to deep throat his c.o.c.k by her self. He, with a little more force managed to get all of his impressive length past her lips. He could tell she was struggling but he didn't care. She would soon be pleasured by him. This was about his pleasure and she was a werewolf. She was d.a.m.n near immortal as far as he could tell. The knowledge that she would do this for him and with him was beyond any wild imaging.

Staring at her beautiful face, he thrust forcefully. "Drink it. Drink all of it."

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Minutes later, Cally was leaning against his thigh. She had almost managed to get her breathing back to normal. Cally worked her jaw open and closed and messaged it to work out the soreness. Mean while Marcus had straightened his clothing and was playing with her hair as he waited on her to recover. "Thank you." Cally looked up into his dark eyes. She smiled, "You are most welcome." She held up her hand and he helped to pull her to her feet. Snuggling into his arms she sniffed and smelled his scent. If she could wrap his smell around herself for the rest of her life she would never ask for another thing in her life.

Leading him to the sofa, she pushed him down so she could cuddle into his arms again. Peaceful quiet reigned. Marcus was resting his chin on her head when he asked, "So what are your intentions with the girls? Are you going to try to find them a new pack? Or leave them here at Clan Home but move them out of your suite?"

She sighed and began petting his chest with little circular motions. "I had originally thought when I changed their bloodline from MacTire that after they stabilized they could find new homes in other packs. But that is out of the question now."

"Oh?" He glanced down but she was still playing with his chest. She was starting to circle his nipples. Circling and retreating and giving them glancing touches. He was unsure how long he would be able to have polite conversation with her because of her teasing.

"Jessie and Abby are lesbians. They are a mated pair." She sighed, "There are not many packs or clans that would be willing to accept them. Maybe in a few decades it will be more acceptable in werewolf society but old wolves are like dogs. It's hard to teach them new tricks. They will have to stay near me until they have a few years under their belts as weres. I have been looking around for them a new home. It will have to be somewhere on the Clan Home property. I was actually thinking of the VIP bungalow. Possibly long term but at least for the short term."

Marcus was about 200 years old. He was old fashioned in some regards. He admitted it. "They will have a tough time if they don't stay here, that's for sure. Did you know they were lesbians when you made them part of the Wotan pack?"

She flicked his nipple causes a slight pain. "How could I know? It's not like they were carrying signs." She moved closer and blew her hot breath onto his shirt covered nipple making it a bit damp. "It wouldn't have mattered to me anyway. I asked them if they wanted to live. They did. End of story."