I howl. Right at the full moon.
Sonofabitch
!
Rannulf
I’m completely, thoroughly addicted. The sweet tang of
Kamra’s
pussy gushes on my tongue at first lick. If my dick throbs any harder it’s going to explode, and I am nowhere near being inside her yet. That has
never
happened to me before. Still, I take one last lingering swipe at the pussy that has become my favorite treat. Fuck that—meal. I’m going to be spending a lot of time kneeling between these beautifully thick thighs. There is nothing better than a woman built to take a real male. Nothing on earth or the moon.
Kamra
looks to be a tiny thing on the surface, but damn, she’s put together like a miniature goddess, round and full every place she should be. Stick women are such a turn off to a real wolf.
This woman has my body vibrating with erotic hunger, but there is something about her that demands I pay proper homage to every inch of her feminine curves. No matter how much I really yearn to plunge myself into her cunt, I force myself to nibble at her thighs, the back of her legs, kissing my way up the slope of her back. I have a burning desire to consume her totally.
“Open your legs wider,” I command as I make my way to her tiny, edible ear lobe. But I don’t wait for her to comply. I kick her legs apart myself, grasping her hips to hold her up. My dick is bobbing up and down as if it knows what’s about to happen. Hell, who I am fooling? Of course it knows, and it can’t wait. “Brace yourself, little witch.” It’s the only warning I can manage. I’ve waited too long. Like from the moment I laid eyes on her.
“I told you my name is—OH!”
I plunge deep and hard before she can finish the sentence. Yeah, and I am loving the way her breath rushes out in that single exclamation. Every time she opens her mouth to challenge me the urge to cover her is almost overwhelming. To finally mount her, as she’s unconsciously been demanding, is paradise. Taking her like this, furiously, without restraint, is the way mating is designed to be. Why the hell have I allowed the chase to go on this long? I should have taken her five minutes from the club. I should have taken her in the club. On the fucking stage.
No, my witch is no virgin, but she’s unbelievably tight. It is like the wet flesh opens just enough to allow my cock entrance, then immediately attempts to snap back shut with me inside. Feeling the delicate ridges of her passage is maddening. Every mini-spasm massages me just right, daring me to fuck her.
I accept that dare.
The animal in me is too close, but I have to keep at least a little control. It’s vital to show
Kamra
the difference between a werewolf and a shifter wolf. I know she has never been with one of those mongrels; I would have been able to sense it. Plus what wolf in his right mind, were or shifter, could fuck her and not mate her? I’m not above killing to have her—I just thank the goddess I don’t have to. While werewolves would mindlessly savage the heaven that is her quim, I take care to thrust evenly. Yes, hard, but not so I hurt her. The woman is stretching the very edges of my control, but I need to maintain. I need to mark her before I can go full wolf, and I can’t mark her without permission. Call me twisted, but this witch has pushed me to the point where simple permission is not enough. I need her to beg for my mark. Sweat beads on my forehead as I struggle to hold back, rolling down the sides of my face as I push to the hilt, then go perfectly still.
“What the hell are you waiting for?”
Kamra
demands, trying to wiggle that juicy ass against me.
I’m not going to allow her to get any satisfaction until I got the plea I need to make her mine, but it pleases me to watch her fight for it. The perfect Alpha mate—and mine. All fucking mine.
I don’t answer her. Gritting my teeth against the sucking sensation of her pussy’s pulsations, I reach around to the front of her, forcing my hand between the car and her flesh. Starting from where my thick column is buried inside her, I lightly run the pad of my finger along her slit, pleased by the wetness. Even stuffed to the brim with my cock, she’s leaking around me. My mouth waters remembering the taste of her honey; her unique spicy sweetness still lingers on my tongue, but I am ravenous for more.
But I have a mission. I shall not be deterred. Working my way up slowly, stopping to pinch the swollen lips of her pussy. Once I am at her clit, I begin to lightly tap the engorged nubbin steadily with my finger. I am still not moving, but holy fuck how I want to. Her pussy begins to twitch like crazy, daring me every bit as much as her mouth did previously.
“Please?” she whispers brokenly. Is there anything sexier than the woman you need like your next fucking intake of air letting go and submitting to her man? No, there isn’t.
I
kinda
feel a little bad; I know how she feels. By all the ancient gods, I want her just as much as I know she wants me. But I need her unconditional surrender much worse. I need her to accept me as her mate, her Alpha for all time. And yeah, I’m fighting dirty but I can’t allow myself to be bothered by that. The ultimate goal is so much more important. Claiming my witch.
“Oh, baby, I’m going to give you exactly what you need,” I promise, meaning every syllable from the bottom of my soul. “I swear, I will make you feel so fucking good...as soon as you beg me.”
Of course, I’m not being exactly forthright about what exactly I am asking her to beg me for. I’m not even a little ashamed, either. We will have an eternity together; I’ll make it up to her eventually.
“URGH! Just fuck me, wolf!”
Kamra
attempts to buck as she vents her frustration. That’s hot as shit—I like it. Still not going to give in until she gives me permission to mark her, though. And I do appreciate the progress we’re making; she didn’t call me a dog.
“Not quite good enough, sweet.” Murmuring against her ear, I take the opportunity to let a fang prick the lobe just a little, accelerating the tapping against her clit. “Do you want me, baby?”
“Yes, I want you, you arrogant asshole!”
How sexy she sounds with her voice all thick with lust. To drive myself in and out of her with abandon would be pure bliss. I want to experience that divine friction that only two perfectly matched bodies can create. But I want her as my mate worse. Ceasing the tapping, I begin to pinch the slick button, twisting it as I drink in the sound of her agonized moan. So
godsdamned
gorgeous.
“Will you give yourself to me completely?” I push, rolling her clit between my thumb and forefinger.
“What the fuck do you think I’m doing?” The exasperation in her voice echoes my own frustration. My cock is thumping impatiently. But I need what I need.
“Tell me. Baby. Say you want me to have you.” I have to be very careful with what I’m asking, which is a bitch because I can barely think straight. “Tell me you want my mark.” The last sentence is barely a whisper, because I am terrified she’ll reject it outright. I know she hears it, but I also know there is a fair chance it won’t fully register. Not with my dick shoved fully into her cunt and my fingers torturing her clit.
Me. Terrified. How novel.
“Yes, I want it! I want you! Fuck me, mark me—just do it now!”
Hell, yes.
I begin to my hips seesaw immediately, relieved that I finally get to take what is mine. Letting go of her hips, I fill my hands with her bountiful breasts. Fuck, she feels like home! I’m aware she’s bracing her herself by keeping her hands on the hood, bowing under the weight of how forcefully I’m thrusting, but hell, there’s no way I can hold back now.
“I’m going to bite you,” I warn through harsh puffs of breath. I barely sound human to my own ears; but then, I’m not human, am I? “Bare your neck for me, baby.”
Holy fuck, she doesn’t even hesitate! Arching flawlessly, she moves her head to the side, presenting her neck in a perfect act of submission. I know damn well she has no idea what she’s committing to, but I bury my canines in the base of her neck anyway.
“
Rann
!”
On impact, her pussy convulses violently around my cock, her sheath flooding with her release. I feel the connection instantaneously, the ecstasy of her pleasure flooding my senses, triggering my own orgasm so intensely I actually stumble, knock her body roughly into the car. But I don’t stop driving into her. I can’t stop. Even as I pump
my cum
deep into her womb, I crave more of her. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.
“You’re mine.” My growl is gruff, all semblance of humanity long gone. “Mine to fuck, mine to breed. Totally. Fucking. Mine!”
Kamra
“Yours.”
Motherfucker. I know what he’s done, what I’ve done. I can tell myself all night long that he tricked me. But that’s a total lie. I’m a witch. I know my destiny when I see it, even if I want to fight it. I’m ornery like that sometimes. What I didn’t know before now was the difference between shifter wolves and those who’d been transformed through a werewolf bite. I do now. Suddenly I’m extremely thankful I’ve managed to escape all their half-assed attempts to fuck me—and there’ve been a lot of attempts. This is sublime. Up until now I thought I enjoyed sex in general. This is so far beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before.
That is really such a trite thought—some bullshit, sappy romantic nonsense. But seriously, the man is taking me to heights I never knew it was possible to reach. His dick is so incredibly long and thick, he hits that special spot every time he drives inside my pussy. It hurts, but the hurting never felt so good. There is no way I can inhale enough air to think straight. I’m flattened against the fucking car, pressed like a pancake and I love it. My knees aren’t able to hold me up anyway, they’re too weak. There’s nothing I can do but take wave after wave of agonizing rapture. There’s no stopping it. I’m screaming, begging, there’s no pride left in me. I want more. I need more, although I’m not entirely sure I can handle more.
Suddenly the thrusts stop, the bulging cock slowly dragging against the bundle of nerves in my channel until it is gone. No, no, no! I want it back! I’m about to dissolve into a puddle of liquid need right there on the road if not for the iron grip of what is now my wolf. Fuck,
my
wolf, and I don’t even really know him.
“Turn around. I want to see your face.” Geez, that growl! It’s rough, deep, and so fucking sexy I can’t stand it.
He doesn’t give me a chance to do as he demands. With no effort at all, he turns then lifts me onto the car. I’m not sure more than a few brief seconds pass before my legs are open and he’s there, the bulbous head of his cock riding along the seam of my quim. Why isn’t he putting it in? It feels unnatural not to have him be an intimate part of me.
“Please,
Rannulf
, I need you.” Oh, sweet fuck, I think I’m going to cry. I never cry. But I really, really need him to ease this insatiable longing I don’t understand.
“Oh, baby, I’m going to take you.” The promise is given with such certainty I immediately believe it. “I’m going to fill you. I’m going to flood that sweet cunt with my seed. Is that what you want?”
I come. He isn’t even inside me, and I orgasm just from those hotly whispered words.
“
Gawd
, yes!” I’m panting like a bitch in heat. His bitch—how apt.
Why is he messing with me like this? No amount of lifting my hips to try to force him inside is working.
“Do you want
my cum
?”
He has to be kidding me. I am dying here, and he seems perfectly content rubbing that delectable cockhead against my clit, effectively driving me out of my
freakin
’ mind.
“I need your cum,” I admit, way beyond desperate. You can’t just give a woman a taste of heaven then snatch it back. That’s just evil. “Breed me, fuck me, whatever—I just really need you inside me.”
Yes, I may be desperate for it, but the high-powered plunge is a shock to my system. I burst again on impact, mouth all agape, my body unsure whether to explode or melt. This is far beyond an orgasm. Holy shit, it is volcanic. I can’t decide what’s better—the burning friction of our bodies or the look of raw, unadulterated passion on his face above me. In the light of the full moon I can almost see his wolf, and I love it.
Yep, I’m taking it all. And damn, is he giving it to me.
“Give me everything,” my wolf demands, as if he reads my mind.
I will. I do. It’s already his. A new set of quakes begin deep in my womb, radiating outward. I wrap my legs around his thrusting, sweaty body, giving him all I can. I think I’m prepared for the earthquake I feel coming, but when those fangs sink into the soft flesh of my breast I’m lost. There are explosions on top of the earthquake, and my vision actually blurs as I feel a rush of semen gushing inside me, the piercing sting of his bite setting me aflame. Oh, shit, I think I’m dying. No, I think I may be dead.
“Fuck, baby, you really are perfection,”
Rannulf
groans as he falls forward, trapping me beneath him. I don’t mind; it’s a much-needed anchor to keep me from floating away. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to share you.”
Wait—WHAT?