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The Werewolves' Submissive
(Arian Wulf)

"First thing's first, it is no secret that it has been a while since either of us have found someone that we liked. We aren't in this for a fling," he reaches out to run a finger along the underside of her jawline.



She forgets to breathe.



"I speak for both of us when I say if this works, we want an actual relationship out of this."



"A relationship?" she breathes.



"A mate," he says.



"If you agree, you will belong to both of us," Adam adds.



She gapes. "That sounds an awful lot like a marriage proposal."



Peter nods. "It would be more binding than legal contracts," he says. "Wolves mate for life."



This is the last thing she expects to hear from them. She thinks about Myra and wishes she had asked more questions about werewolf mates. All this while, she's been thinking of going out with them as an experience, part of the whole 'growing up' bundle, when she really should've been thinking about-



"We should talk limits," Adam suggests, jolting her out of her thoughts. He looks at her with a soft gaze, like he knows she's overthinking everything already. "Do you know what your hard limits are?"



"I don't know," Nina answers, eyes widening, more than a little dazed by everything that's going on.



"We've already settled that she's fine with pain," Peter says with a pleased smirk. "But nothing too much, on account of her slowed healing rate."



"Of course," Adam agrees.



Nina wonders vaguely if she should be giving more input, but can't get her tongue to work.



"You're fine with pain play when it comes to claws, yes?" Adam waits for her to nod before continuing. "What about teeth?"



She nods again.



"Knives?"



The idea of something sharp and metallic so close to her skin makes her shiver. "No,' she says.



"Okay," he agrees. "How do you feel about being tied up?"



Her throat closes up. She imagines ropes on her wrists and ankles, holding her spread-eagle.



Adam's nostrils flare as he picks up the scent of arousal coming from her. "I think that's a firm yes," he grins.



She blushes and dips her head, looking everywhere but their faces. She's so embarrassed.



"Choking?"



Her eyes widen and she looks up. "I don't know?" she says carefully.



"We'll get there when we do," Adam says with a shrug. "We're aware that you're still a virgin. Are you certain you want to be with us and not someone closer to your own age?"



She has a flashback of Peter asking her the same thing and her response for him to fuck her. She blushes. "Yeah," she says, surprising herself when her voice doesn't waver. "I'm sure." She has been single for her entire life and now that there's not one, but two men interested in being serious with her, she's not stupid enough to reject them.



"Good," Peter grins. "Now, strip. I suppose Adam wants to see what we had been up to yesterday."



Adam grins. "Of course."



She shivers. She feels a growing arousal in her core, a tightness between her legs. She fists the hems of her - Peter's - shirt and pulls it over her head while the two men watch silently. Just like that, she's naked, pulse racing, waiting for instructions.