Lucien stepped into the dining hall with a tray of food for his mate, still half-hard from the memory of Willow's soft moans. He had left her sleeping peacefully in his bed, her body glowing faintly with satisfaction. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her again, but she needed rest.
Gabriel fucking his own son being the first sight of his morning aside from Willow. His steps stopped cold as he entered into the dining room.
Right in the middle of the hall, Gabriel was bent over the long dining table, naked and groaning while his own son, Devdas, thrust into him from behind with desperate, sloppy strokes. Both men were lost in lust, sweat-covered and panting like animals.
Lucien's jaw dropped.
Before he could react, more pack members poured into the room. Some holding brooms, mop sticks and other cleaning things in their hands. Gasps and cries of disgust filled the air. Warriors froze. Women covered their mouths. Children were quickly shielded from the sight.
