'Oh, oh,' Ronan thought.
'Um, Beowulf, maybe you should not...'
Ronan was pretty sure that Landon was not going to agree. Was Lucien not still sore down there?
But then the wolf with red-golden fur simply gave Beowulf one look before he stretched himself and lay on his stomach.
Ronan shut up within an instant.
With a domineering growl, Beowulf rose to his feet and positioned himself behind Landon.
'Oh, Goddess.'
When Beowulf started mounting Landon, both Ronan and Lucien shut away their consciousness as soon as possible. Although they had fucked each other many times before, it was too awkward to watch the same thing happening between their wolves.
Landon whimpered when Beowulf entered him. The latter shifted his weight on top of Landon to pin him down. He then pumped rapidly into Landon. His vigorous movement caused Landon to growl with delight. After some time, Beowulf jerked violently and successfully knotted Landon.
