Page 42 of Wedding for My Werewolf

“Exactly like that,” he managed.

He could smell her arousal, the sweetness of it clouding his mind, urging him to take what was his, what was waiting for him between her legs.

“Take off your pants,” she said softly. “Let me touch you properly.”

If he did, nothing would stop him from claiming her.

“Not yet. You said that I could touch you.”

“Yes, please.”

“Such a polite little bird,” he teased, reaching for her shirt.

He repeated her actions, taking his time undoing each button and stroking each inch of skin he exposed. Then he gently slid the sides apart to reveal her perfect little breasts, her nipples already flushed dark pink.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, cupping them in his hands, and her eyes closed in pleasure.

The sound of her sigh was the most erotic thing he’d ever heard. He played with her nipples, rubbing his thumbs over the tight little peaks until they stood out, begging for his mouth. The temptation was too great. He leaned down and closed his lips around the tempting little morsel.

“Eric.”

Her voice was husky, the needy sound making his cock jerk.

He licked and suckled, alternating his attention between her nipples. With each tug, each caress, she moaned louder, pressing her breasts closer to his face. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him against her. He scraped his fangs lightly across the tip of her breast and she shivered.

“That feels so good. Please. I need…”

“Tell me what you need, little bird.”

“I… I don’t know. help me.”

She sounded so desperate that his cock jerked painfully against his jeans.

“Can I take these off?” he asked gently, tracing his finger along the waistband of her jeans.

She nodded and he undid her pants, then drew them slowly out from under her, taking her panties off at the same time. He went down on his knees in front of her, and she blushed from her cheeks all the way to the top of those sweet little breasts as he parted her legs.

Fuck, she was beautiful. Her pretty little pussy already flushed a deep pink beneath the small patch of bright red curls. The heady scent of her desire filled the air, making his head spin.

“Little bird, I’m going to taste you now. Is that okay?”

“Yes, please,” she whispered.

He parted her folds, his gaze locked on her glistening pussy. The scent of her arousal was even stronger here, and his tongue lengthened in anticipation.

“Look at how wet you are,” he murmured.

“Is that good?”

“Fuck, yes, little bird. It’s fucking perfect.”

He couldn’t wait any longer. He licked her, a long, slow glide from her entrance up to her clit, and she cried out.

“Oh, God.”

“Mmm, yes, little bird.”

He did it again, and again, the taste of her coating his tongue. The soft little sounds she made, her obvious pleasure, had his cock thrusting painfully against his jeans. By the time he circled her clit, she was rocking towards him, her body begging for more. He flicked her clit and her body shuddered, her breathing hitching as her climax built.

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