Despite the time that had passed and the condition Dixon had been in, Clara couldn't help but think that the wolf hadn't lost all his shape. Yes, he had lost weight, but that only further framed the set of muscles that adorned his entire figure and had been sculpted over the years. And the water running down his fur made them look really nice.She couldn't deny that she was reacting to him. She was his mate after all, and she had been without sexual activity of any kind in a long, long time. Since she had seen him again her skin itched to be touched, no, it itched to be roamed and caressed. And she wasn't the same as before, now she could decide what she wanted for herself.-Dixon's voice brought her back to reality.The wolf stood only meters away from her, his back to her, the water dancing around his narrow hips as it ran back his sodden hair that flowed down his back brushing his buttocks. The sunlight filtering through the leaves of the trees surrounding the mirror of water made

Clara still felt that she was living in a dream. Until recently she had only had her puppy by her side and she did not complain about it, although inside her there was still an empty space that could only be filled by those to whom she belonged. But to be at the same table with her son and one of her mates, after five years and that there was no hint of threat was something that had her at ease.He had always thought that of the two twins Dixon was the more intransigent. Apparently he had been wrong. The wolf was calmly sitting across from the puppy. There was no hostility coming out of his body, not from his pheromones, not from the way he acted and certainly not when he looked at him. It was as if he had accepted it. Something that was not very common in males.-Mother- his clothes were tugged off. Her son looked curiously at the wolf in front of him and spoke in a whisper, something that didn't work given the fine hearing of the two adults- I want to be this big in the future- he c

As eager and excited as Dixon might be he had to be especially careful when inserting himself into the she-wolf. He had felt her so small and tight that with her dimensions he could hurt and that was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to see her again crying with pleasure under him and begging for more where he would not deny her.He grabbed the she-wolf's hands and placed them on his men as he leaned over her after settling between her thighs. He guided the tip of his member between the soft, moist folds. Clara shuddered and tensed in response.The wolf then licked her neck to entertain her by scraping her skin with the tip of his fangs sending stimulation directly to the lower point. A delicious moan came from her lips and she took that moment to move her hips a little.He met resistance as he began to thrust into the tight channel, though it was hot and wet and felt really good. Still, he moved slowly, studying how she reacted, taking her mouth with his and tangling his tongue wit

Clara was very specific with the orders she gave and Dixon could only watch in admiration of the way his she-wolf was handling precisely those wolves that in the past they had considered to be extremely aggressive. And now, he himself was inside a pack of Wildlings. His mate... their alpha.Fenrir had been taken back to the house along with the she-wolf that was taking care of him, while Clara gathered in the middle of the pack along with other males.Dixon didn't leave his side, but he wouldn't lie. He really wasn't comfortable with that situation. His she-wolf, his mate surrounded by other males. Even though he had bitten her and impregnated her with pheromones marking her as his, he wasn't familiar with that kind of scene. Still, he restrained himself.He had lost Clara in the past because of the way he was, he could not afford to lose her again or embarrass her in front of all those who looked at him with devotion and admiration.And apparently they were adapted to this kind of si

The atmosphere was dense and did not smell at all good in the breeding cage. It was also a dark, cramped place with minimal ventilation. A being inside that place would definitely go crazy. Dixon wrinkled his nose, although despite all the smell of mold and fluids he could smell a very familiar one. Behind him, the she-wolf stirred, she had smelled it too, but he wouldn't let her in.-Clara, stay out- it was almost a growl, a command.-Dixon, my other mate is in there- she didn't want to stay behind. Her body was begging to join Ethan.-You will, but not now. His condition is not good- Dixon had been able to see through the darkness, the wolf lying in the corner completely unconscious. He approached his partner and gave him a quick kiss on the lips- Wait here.Clara clenched her fists, but if Dixon said that it was for a reason, so she stayed outside while he went inside. A few seconds later she saw him come out with a wolf that once had golden fur, but was now dirty and lackluster, o