The morning was filled with stretches and lunges—Dale’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down, fighting back his arousal as he swallowed in the masculine scent of Juke, his mate, who hovered over him, pressing and pulling at his limbs. His expression—serious.
“Cut it out, Dale.”
Wide-eyed with innocence, Dale asked, “Cut what out?” he swallowed, “I’m not doing anything.”
“I can smell your arousal.” Juke stroked Dale’s hair, then patted his head. “So stop it. I’ve been holding back for fear of hurting the pups. It’s been a while since we…you know—I’m just a man, and my wolf is an animal in every sense.”
“It’s not me. It’s Zander—he says he’s weak but keeps flashing images of you looking hot, naked, and sweaty. He keeps telling me he wants to be mounted by his mate, and your scent is killing him.”
“Got it.” Juke sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Zander is going to have to wait. Sex in wolf form is safer for the pups.”
“Why do you keep saying pups? What if I only have one?”
“That would
