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tongue.
    “This female has been promised to Sergei Markov,” Jeremiah
continued. “Only her mate, the alpha, and I will be allowed to fill her with
our seed. For the other males, this is a ceremonial gesture. You will enter her
once and then retreat.”
    The shaman’s tone was formal, but his words stoked the fire
between Jenny’s thighs.
    Crowding four on each side of the table, the females poured
more oil on Jenny’s tingling body, and stroked her as Jeremiah turned and
positioned himself at the end of the table between her legs. Jenny licked her
lips when he pulled his robe open and grasped his erection. His cock curved
upward and when he pushed into her, she could feel the head caress the roof of
her canal.
    Jeremiah slid in and out of her, varying his pace and
seeming to concentrate as much on Jenny’s pleasure as his own. She felt herself
climbing and he quickened his thrusts. At the ideal moment, one of the women
reached down and massaged Jenny’s clit. She came undone and bucked hard against
shaman until he jerked inside her and she felt his cum seep onto the leather
table.
    Alex was next and he did not meet Jenny’s gaze as entered
her. When he closed his eyes and pumped away like some robot, she supposed he was
thinking about that fucking human, Gwen. Alex finished quickly and stepped
aside.
    Jenny lifted her head and saw the line of more than a dozen
men waiting to have their turn at her. Sergei was at the end, and the thought
of his enormous cock finishing her off made her forget all about Alex’s slight.
She wriggled with anticipation as the next man took his position.
    Though Jeremiah had instructed that each male must only
enter her once and then retreat, every one of them made his moment last. They
rubbed their cock heads over her slippery opening and teased her throbbing clit
before pushing slowly into her. Once inside, each one ground against her pelvis
and—with the ministrations of the females—Jenny flowed from one climax to the
next.
    At first Jenny looked down as each man approached and opened
his robe, comparing long, thin cocks to the short, thick ones. But soon she
untethered herself from rational thought, closed her eyes, and let herself
float above the ceremony. She had never experienced such ecstasy. Until this
moment, she hadn’t even known it was possible.
     
    Sergei fought to hide his excitement. The wolf within him
writhed beneath his skin, but shifting before the ceremony was complete would
be unthinkable.
    Seeing Jenny sprawled out on the altar, bound hand and foot,
was almost more than he could bear. So many times he’d tried to cajole her into
submitting to him and just as many times she’d violently refused.
    With three pack members in front of him, and Jenny’s body
glistening with sweat and sex, Sergei was overwhelmed by pride. Their hunger
for her was apparent and most nodded their approval to him as they filed away
from the writhing initiate.
    He wasn’t jealous of the others touching her—even mated
pairs were free to share their bodies as they saw fit. In this world, unions were
rarely exclusive. Most often they were established as practical partnerships.
    Like all other werewolves, his instinct was to protect his
mate. They would share food and shelter and defend each other to the death
against attack. The behavior was hardwired—developed over centuries to survive
on the fringes of human society.
    Sergei suspected that his other urges were less common. He
longed for a mate who would defer to him, obey him in all things and allow him
to lovingly punish her when he saw fit. The big Russian was ashamed of his
proclivities—believing they were a weakness best left to mortals.
    He shook away his dark fantasies and focused on the black cloak
of the male in front of him. The fabric swayed as he ground into Jenny. When he
stepped away, Sergei swept his gaze over Jenny’s body. His cock ached as he
approached her.
    The tension in the cave was palpable as each