His dick slid into her as easily as her teeth bit into hot flesh.
It was her obligation to service him. He was the pack leader. Tobias, her mate, sat watching. Her eyes were closed. She could not see Tobias next to them, but she could smell him. Tobias was the next most dominant male in the pack. He had sensed it was his time to lead. He had challenged the Old One . . . and lost. By rights, the Old One should have killed Tobias. Instead, the Old One had demanded she impale herself on his dick. The Old One took her hips in his vice-like grip and thrust her body up and down along his length.
The three of them were dressed - well, she had been dressed - for a pack dinner. She knew that all would be able to smell the Old One's scent on her . . . in her . . . and know she had been made to service him.
"Tobias", the Old One said, "join me inside your bitch." Tobias entered her ass. Everyone would be able to smell the packs two most dominant werewolves in her tonight.