Luxury Accommodations

Alastor had a fantastic time on their trip to the southern continent, in no small part to Manea's incredibly sexy surprise for him down at the falls the night prior. He'd spent all evening from sundown to sunup ravaging his wife, fulfilling her request to make all of Auster hear her cries of passion while they made their next litter together. If she somehow escaped the escapades of the night prior without conceiving his pups, he would be gobsmacked and dumbfounded. But it seemed their little vacation wasn't quite at an end yet. While the Mendaciums headed back north, Manea veered them towards the castle-bound pack they had passed by the day before. Alastor quirked a curious brow to his mate, wondering just what she was up to as she led them right up to the borders of the Hallows.

Fortunately, the dire brute didn't have to wait long before his galaxy of a mate explained what they were doing here. She had met the alpha of this pack before, and wanted to pay him another visit. She began to describe the alpha to him, and Alastor found his intrigue growing more and more. She was really selling him on this! "Do I need to be jealous of this other wolf?" Alastor teased back in his deep rumbling baritones while Manea kissed at his ear. "Hmm, well, you had my curiosity. Now you have my attention." Despite having thoroughly satisfied both of them last night, it seemed the effects of Manea's heat would continue for some time, and the behemoth of a demon wolf's libido was already raring to go at her again. But rather than ravage her right here on another pack's border, he waited patiently while Manea called for the alpha, curious to see what sort of man had captured the interest of his wife—and if he measured up to his standards as well. After all, males were something Alastor was beginning to dabble in himself, and if it was for the benefit of cultivating pack relations... well, even better!

"Alastor Mendacium"