Faelan watched. There was no anger in him. Isoldea's appetites were well known, and it was considered a blessing for a young, unmated male to be invited to her bed, especially one who hadn't been initiated into the brotherhood. It was a physical release, a comfort. Nothing more.
After another minute of thrusting deeper and harder, Isoldea moaned loudly as she came. Malrik's movement became frantic, and with a few more strokes, he came. He pulled away quickly, avoiding Faelan's eyes. He scrambled out of the bed, grabbing his clothes from the floor.
"Thank you, Luna," Malrik muttered, not looking at either of them as he dressed hastily.
Isoldea collapsed on the bed with a sharp sigh, stretching like a cat.
"Have this, Malrik. Go have fun with the boys." Faelan dropped a pouch of coins in Malrik's palm.
"Thank you, Alpha." He bowed respectfully and slipped out the door.
