Page 92 of Rocky Top

“I need to feel every inch,” I whispered.

His hands found my hips, digging into the soft flesh. I could feel the heat of his cock against my thigh, a promise of what was to come as I spread my legs wide.

Rocky leaned in, his breath hot on my ear. “You want every inch? You’ll fucking get it.”

With a swift movement, he positioned himself at my entrance. I was already slick with need, but the size of him made me gasp as he slowly pushed into me, stretching me wide. I let out a low moan, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock as he buried himself deep.

Though injured, he was relentless, his hips grinding against mine, pushing further, harder, until he was fully sheathed.

“Fuck, Birdie,” he grunted and began arching in slow thrusts that made sounds rip from my throat.

He returned my cry.

The lust heavy growl echoed between our bodies, clapping together hard each time Rocky’s balls slammed against my ass. Our skin glistened with sweat, slicking the ride, a frenzied rhythm as I met him stroke for stroke.

He heaved out suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my stomach, his strong hands lifting my hips until I was on all fours. This primal position demanded everything else fall away except need itself.

Raw.

Unhinged.

One step beyond fucking.

A mating ritual pure as day, but there was nothing civilized about how I needed him to dominate me.

Primitive needs took over.

Teeth grazing my spine, his cock was poised, slick, throbbing and ready at my entrance. With a feral growl, he thrust into me again only this time taking moments between strokes. Almost withdrawing out completely before slamming back at a feverish speed.

I was wetter than I've ever been. My quivering legs could barely hold me up anymore. Let alone support both bodies moving in tandem like wolves fucking without shame or restraint.

My body hummed with heat, and something else, something new. I collapsed, and Rocky slipped away. He rolled me over.

“There’s one more thing. One last step.”

“The bite?”

His teeth grazed my shoulder, just a hint, just enough to send shivers skittering down my spine.

“Claimin’ you. My wolf claimin’ you. If you let me.”

I swallowed hard. “Will it hurt?”

“No. But you’ll be mine. Forever.”

I looked him dead in the eye. “I already am.”

He shifted, fast and seamless, the change smoother than anything I’d seen before. But not completely. Fur and muscle rippled, bones stretched until he was half human, half wolf, golden eyes locking on mine with a hunger that wasn’t just animal.

A true wolfman.

I wasn’t scared, but I was in the kind of awe that frightened me.

I tilted myhead.

And he bit me.

And when he sank his fangs into me, it was like coming home. Heat poured through me, not pain. Just wild, reckless love and the rush of knowing I belonged.

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