The silver glow of the full moon filtered through the dense canopy of ancient pines, casting dappled shadows across the secluded clearing where the werewolf pack's den nestled against the rocky hillside. The air hung thick with the mingled scents of pine resin, damp earth, and the musky undercurrent of arousal that always thickened during mating season. Alpha Ragnar stood tall and commanding at the edge of the firelit circle, his muscular frame rippling with latent power as he drew his Luna Saphira close. His hand trailed lightly down her bare arm, fingers grazing the sensitive skin just above her elbow in a deliberate, teasing caress that sent a shiver racing through her. "You know how it stirs me, watching that fire in your eyes," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, vibrating against her ear as he leaned in. "The way your jealousy blooms when I claim what's mine—it's primal, raw. Tonight, I want to stoke it higher with Selene and Mira. They'll serve us both, eager and obedient, their bodies offered to heighten every pulse of your desire."

Saphira's breath hitched, her full breasts rising and falling against the thin fabric of her shift as his touch wandered lower, brushing the curve of her waist and igniting a familiar heat between her thighs. The betas approached from the shadows, their lithe forms emerging with playful anticipation—Selene's slender, agile body swaying with submissive grace, her nipples already pebbled beneath her loose tunic, while Mira's curvaceous hips rolled sensually, her full lips curved in an eager smile that promised shared ecstasy. Ragnar's fingers slipped beneath Saphira's clothing for a fleeting stroke along the swell of her hip, his cock twitching visibly against his trousers as he met their gazes. "Join us," he commanded, his tone laced with assertive hunger. "Touch her as I do, let her feel your tongues and hands while I watch the jealousy turn to need." Selene knelt first, her fingers lightly tracing Saphira's calf, while Mira pressed closer, her breath warm against the Luna's neck, the group's scents intertwining in a heady promise of dominance and surrender yet to unfold.

Selene's touch grew bolder yet reverent, her fingers gliding upward along Saphira's inner thigh with a trembling mix of excitement and deference, her wide eyes flicking to Ragnar for silent confirmation before she pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss just above the knee. Mira's breath quickened against the Luna's neck, her curvaceous body molding closer as she nuzzled the sensitive spot behind Saphira's ear, inhaling deeply to savor the spike of jealous arousal rolling off her in waves. "Alpha commands it," Mira whispered, voice husky with obedient thrill, her hand slipping beneath the hem of Saphira's shift to cup the warm weight of one full breast, thumb circling the hardening nipple in slow, teasing spirals that sent sparks straight to the Luna's core.

Ragnar's gaze burned with primal approval, his cock straining thick and insistent against his trousers as he growled low, directing the betas without a word—their bodies attuned to his every subtle shift. Selene's tongue followed, lapping a hot, wet trail higher, deliberately skirting the edge of Saphira's dampening panties to taste the faint sheen of her building slick, while Mira's free hand slid down to part Saphira's thighs wider, exposing her to the cool night air and the alphas' view. The betas worked in tandem, Mira's fingers dipping to stroke the swollen lips of Saphira's pussy in feather-light caresses that avoided direct pressure on her throbbing clit, building unbearable tension, as Selene's mouth found the tender crease where thigh met hip and sucked gently, marking her with possessive little nips. Saphira's breath came in ragged pants, jealousy twisting into molten need as she watched Ragnar palm his own length through the fabric, the betas' eager submission making every sensation sharper—the mingled scents of their arousal thickening the air, the wet sounds of tongues and fingers, the way Mira's nipples brushed against her back in silent offering.

"More," Ragnar commanded, voice rough with hunger, and the betas obeyed instantly, Selene tugging the fabric aside to expose Saphira's glistening folds for a slow, deliberate lick from entrance to clit that made the Luna's hips buck, while Mira's hand joined to circle and press just right, their combined attentions a symphony of slick heat and devoted worship designed to ignite Saphira's possessive fire into something feral and consuming.

Selene and Mira exchanged a knowing glance, their excitement tempered by a flicker of nervous deference to their Luna, before crawling toward Ragnar on all fours with fluid grace. Selene's slender fingers freed his straining cock from his trousers, her tongue darting out to lap at the thick, veined shaft in long, worshipful strokes while Mira pressed her full breasts against his thigh, her mouth closing hotly over the swollen head to suckle and swirl. Their moans vibrated against his flesh as they worked in tandem, Selene's hand pumping the base with eager twists while Mira's tongue traced every ridge, tasting the bead of precum that leaked free, their bodies arching to present their own dripping pussies to the cool air in silent offering. Saphira's jealousy flared instantly, a sharp twist in her gut that made her clit throb harder, the sight of their devoted mouths on her alpha's cock stirring possessive heat even as her own slick pooled between her spread thighs.

The betas' attentions grew bolder, Selene rising to straddle one of Ragnar's powerful legs and grind her soaked folds along his calf while Mira took his length deeper, gagging softly as she bobbed with sensual abandon, saliva glistening on her chin. Their eyes darted to Saphira with a mix of thrill and hesitation, awaiting the spark that would make her claim them. When the Luna's growl rumbled low, she surged forward, yanking the betas back by their hair to claim their mouths in fierce, hungry kisses before guiding their hands and tongues toward her own body. Ragnar watched with primal satisfaction, his cock twitching as Saphira directed Selene's mouth to her aching nipples and Mira's fingers to plunge into her clenching pussy, the three women tangling in a heated press of breasts, tongues, and slick heat that drew him in to claim them all.

He pulled Saphira onto his lap first, impaling her dripping cunt on his thick cock with a deep thrust that made her cry out, while his hands roamed to finger both betas' pussies from behind, their bodies rocking in rhythm. Selene and Mira licked and sucked wherever they could reach—Selene's tongue cleaning the base of his shaft where it stretched Saphira's folds, Mira's mouth latching onto the Luna's clit in wet, circling laps—yet Ragnar's focus remained on his mate, pounding into her with possessive force as the betas worshipped the union, their own climaxes building from his skilled fingers until all three trembled around him in shared ecstasy, Saphira's pleasure cresting highest as she came with a feral howl, her walls milking him while the others lapped at the overflow.

Saphira's body quaked in the aftermath, her inner walls fluttering around Ragnar's still-hard cock as the betas' tongues lapped greedily at the creamy mix of her slick and his precum leaking from her stretched pussy. Selene and Mira trembled with a heady mix of excitement and wary deference to their Luna, their eyes flicking between Saphira's flushed face and Ragnar's commanding gaze, eager to serve yet mindful of the possessive fire still simmering in her. Selene's slender tongue dragged lower, circling the base of his shaft where it remained buried inside Saphira before dipping to lap at the swollen lips of her cunt, cleaning every drop with devoted strokes that sent fresh sparks through the Luna's oversensitive nerves. Mira, emboldened yet cautious, pressed her full breasts against Saphira's back while her fingers joined the effort, scooping up the overflow and feeding it to the Luna's parted lips in a slick, intimate kiss that tasted of their shared alpha.

Ragnar growled his approval, his hands gripping Saphira's hips to hold her impaled as he thrust shallowly through her aftershocks, the betas' bodies attuned to every shift in the air. Selene slid upward to straddle one of his thighs again, grinding her dripping folds along his muscled leg in desperate circles while her mouth found Mira's, their tongues tangling in a messy exchange of the mingled essences before both turned their attention back to Saphira. Mira's fingers plunged deeper into the Luna's clenching heat alongside Ragnar's cock, scissoring gently to stretch her further as Selene's tongue found Saphira's clit once more, sucking and flicking in relentless rhythm that blended jealousy-fueled heat with raw submission. The scent of their combined arousal thickened the night air, heavy with pine and sweat, as the betas' moans vibrated against sensitive flesh—Selene's free hand reaching back to spread her own cheeks, offering her tight hole for Ragnar's fingers while Mira suckled at Saphira's nipples, teeth grazing just enough to draw a gasp.

Their movements synced in primal harmony, the betas' initial hesitation melting into eager obedience as Saphira's growls guided them, her hands fisting their hair to direct tongues and fingers where the burn of need still flared hottest. Ragnar pulled free with a wet sound, his thick cock glistening as he guided it to Mira's waiting mouth for a few deep thrusts that made her gag prettily around him, saliva and cum stringing from her chin, before he shifted to claim Selene from behind, pounding into her slick pussy while his mate watched with renewed hunger. The betas cleaned and worshipped in turn—Selene's tongue tracing the seam of his balls as he fucked her fellow beta, Mira's mouth returning to Saphira's folds to suckle out every trace—until the circle of bodies tightened once more, building toward another shattering release where dominance and devotion fused them tighter under the moon's glow.

Ragnar's grip tightened on Selene's hips as he drove into her with measured, powerful thrusts, her slick pussy clenching around his thick cock while Mira knelt beneath them, her tongue lapping eagerly at the base of his shaft and the stretched folds where he joined her. The wet sounds of their joining filled the clearing, mingled with Selene's breathy moans and the soft gagging of Mira taking his balls into her mouth one at a time, sucking with devoted hunger that made his muscles flex. Saphira watched, her jealousy flaring hot and sharp as the betas lavished attention on her alpha, their bodies arching in offering; Selene's slender hand reached back to spread her own cheeks, exposing her tight hole for his fingers to probe and stretch, while Mira's full breasts swayed with each bob of her head, nipples brushing his thighs in teasing flicks. Yet their eyes kept darting to Saphira with a mix of thrill and wary deference, sensing the Luna's possessive fire even as they obeyed Ragnar's low growls, their submissive excitement tempered by the knowledge that her claim would soon demand their full focus.

The betas shifted fluidly, sensing the shift in the air as Saphira's growl rumbled low, their initial hesitation melting into eager obedience laced with nervous excitement. Selene pulled away first with a soft whimper, crawling toward the Luna on hands and knees, her lithe form trembling slightly as she pressed her face between Saphira's spread thighs to lap at the creamy overflow still leaking from her well-fucked cunt, tongue delving deep to clean every trace while Mira joined, her curvaceous body molding against Saphira's back. Mira's fingers slid down to circle Saphira's swollen clit in tight, relentless spirals, her mouth finding the Luna's neck to suckle and nip as Selene's tongue flicked upward to lave her sensitive nipples, drawing them into hard peaks with wet, sucking pulls that sent jolts straight to her core. Saphira's hands fisted their hair, guiding them with fierce hunger, her jealousy transforming into molten possession as the betas worshipped her body with devoted licks and thrusts—Mira's fingers plunging into her clenching pussy alongside two of Selene's, scissoring and curling to stroke her inner walls while their tongues tangled in messy, shared kisses tasting of alpha and Luna alike.

Ragnar watched with primal satisfaction, his cock twitching as he stroked himself, the betas' attention now fully attuned to Saphira's every shudder and command. Selene rose to straddle the Luna's thigh, grinding her dripping folds along the smooth skin in desperate circles that left slick trails, her moans vibrating against Saphira's breast as she sucked harder, while Mira dropped lower to tongue the Luna's puckered hole, probing with hot, insistent laps that made Saphira's hips buck wildly. The night air thickened with their mingled scents and the obscene sounds of sucking and fingering, the betas' bodies quaking with building release as Saphira's growls directed them deeper into the frenzy, their shared ecstasy cresting when Selene's fingers found that perfect spot inside her, sending the Luna over the edge in a shattering climax that coated their tongues in fresh slick, the betas lapping greedily even as their own orgasms rippled through them in obedient waves.

Saphira's body trembled through the aftershocks, her thighs slick with the betas' mingled saliva and her own fresh release as Selene and Mira lapped hungrily at her folds and puckered hole, their tongues working in tandem to draw out every pulse of her orgasm. Selene's slender fingers remained buried deep inside her clenching pussy, curling and stroking with expert precision while Mira's full breasts pressed against the Luna's back, nipples dragging teasingly over sweat-slick skin. The betas' own climaxes rippled through them in obedient waves, their pussies dripping onto the forest floor, yet they stayed attuned to Saphira's every growl and shift, a flicker of nervous excitement in their eyes as they sensed her possessive hunger reigniting.

Ragnar's low rumble drew their attention back to him, his thick cock glistening and rigid as he stroked it slowly, the sight sending a fresh spike of jealous heat through Saphira's core. Selene and Mira exchanged a glance laced with thrill and deference, crawling toward their alpha on all fours with fluid grace. Selene's lithe form pressed first against his leg, her tongue darting out to lick a hot stripe along his heavy balls before she took one into her mouth with a wet suckle, while Mira straddled his other thigh and ground her soaked pussy along the muscled length, coating him in her slick as her curvaceous hips rolled in desperate circles. Their moans vibrated against his flesh, Selene's hand reaching back to spread her own ass cheeks in offering while Mira's full lips parted to suckle at the swollen head of his cock, tasting the precum that beaded there, their bodies presented like willing offerings meant to stoke the Luna's fire.

Saphira's growl cut through the night air, her hands fisting in their hair to yank them back toward her with fierce possession. The betas obeyed instantly, excitement outweighing their wary hesitation as they turned their attentions fully to her—Selene's mouth latching onto one peaked nipple to suck and nip with wet hunger while her fingers plunged back into Saphira's dripping cunt, and Mira's tongue delved lower to rim the Luna's tight hole in slow, insistent circles that made her hips buck. Ragnar watched with primal satisfaction, stepping closer to press his cock against Saphira's lips for her to taste the betas' essences, his fingers soon joining theirs to stretch and fill her as the circle tightened once more, tongues and hands and bodies moving in a frenzy of shared dominance and submission under the moon's glow.

Ragnar's low rumble drew their attention back to him, his thick cock glistening and rigid as he stroked it slowly, the sight sending a fresh spike of jealous heat through Saphira's core. Selene and Mira exchanged a glance laced with thrill and deference, crawling toward their alpha on all fours with fluid grace. Selene's lithe form pressed first against his leg, her tongue darting out to lick a hot stripe along his heavy balls before she took one into her mouth with a wet suckle, while Mira straddled his other thigh and ground her soaked pussy along the muscled length, coating him in her slick as her curvaceous hips rolled in desperate circles. Their moans vibrated against his flesh, Selene's hand reaching back to spread her own ass cheeks in offering while Mira's full lips parted to suckle at the swollen head of his cock, tasting the precum that beaded there, their bodies presented like willing offerings meant to stoke the Luna's fire.

Saphira's growl cut through the night air, her hands fisting in their hair to yank them back toward her with fierce possession, but Ragnar's commanding grip shifted the betas first, bending Selene over on all fours so he could slam his cock deep into her dripping pussy in one thrust. He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slapping against her ass while Mira licked frantically at his balls and the stretched rim of Selene's hole, her tongue pushing inside alongside his shaft in filthy, wet probes that made the beta whimper and clench. Selene came first with a broken cry, her walls milking him until Ragnar buried himself to the hilt and pumped thick ropes of cum straight into her clenching cunt, pulling out only to flip Mira onto her back and drive into her next, pounding her soaked folds while Selene straddled her face and fed her the overflowing load in a messy, dripping kiss. Mira's pussy spasmed around him as she swallowed every drop, her own orgasm ripping through her when Ragnar filled her next, his seed flooding her depths until it leaked out around his pistoning cock. Saphira watched the whole display with burning eyes, her jealousy twisting into raw hunger as the betas licked each other clean in eager submission before Ragnar finally turned to her, hauling her onto his lap to slam into her waiting pussy in one possessive thrust, his still-hard length stretching her while the betas crawled close to suckle her clit and rim her ass, their tongues lapping at the fresh mix of his cum as it began to leak from her stretched folds.

He fucked Saphira with brutal, claiming strokes, one hand fisting her hair while the other shoved two fingers into Mira's cum-filled pussy to scoop out the mess and smear it across Saphira's tongue in a filthy kiss, Selene's mouth sealing over her nipple to bite down just hard enough to make her walls flutter. The betas moaned in tandem, their own slick dripping as they cleaned every inch of the union—Selene's tongue tracing where his cock split Saphira open, Mira's fingers plunging into the Luna's ass in time with each thrust—until Ragnar's roar split the air and he flooded Saphira's cunt with the last of his load, the betas diving in to lap at the overflow in shared, trembling worship that left all three women quaking under the moon.

Moonlit Jealousy: Alpha's Primal Claim