Page 17 of Taming of a Wolf

“That’s the wonders of modern sex life for you. You have got to try sex toys sometime.” He’s in for a treat.

Slicking his fingers with more, he presses them between my legs. I lift my knees up, biting my lip to stifle my groan as he slides them easily inside me.

“Gods above, pet. You feel like Valhalla itself. So perfect,” Anders breathes, eyes falling shut as he swirls his fingers. The full sensation makes me whimper, rolling my hips to take him in deeper.

“Want you inside me. Now,” I pant.

Anders’s mouth quirks against mine. “Then roll over, pet. Offer yourself to me.”

I’m embarrassed by how quickly I’m on my hands and knees for him. I arch back, presenting myself. Little pants escape me as his bare thighs knock against my lower body. The blunt head of his cock pushes against me, then in, and I whimper as he stretches me, fills me.

A thunderous growl escapes Anders, and his claws dimple my hips. “Feel how well you take my cock, pet?” With a groan, he rocks his hips, sinking deeper into me. My body burns with the intrusion, even as pleasure sings through every nerve and has me clawing up the grass beneath my palms. “So gods damned perfect for me.”

The fire in me only burns hotter at his words. Having him inside me is the only thing that will extinguish this roaring flame. I grind my teeth, fighting back the urge to demand more of him as he rocks into me agonizingly slowly. I’m not a demanding guy. I give and give, never liking to take or ask for more. But with him, I can’t help myself. “Anders,” I croak, unable to hold back.

His thick fingers curl in my hair. “Tell me what you need.”

I arch back against him, smacking my ass against his pelvis. “Fuck me. Please. I can take it. Don’t hold back. I need… I just—” But words fail me as Anders tugs my hair, shoving my face into the dirt.

With a snap of his hips, he slams into me, his balls slapping my ass. My hoarse cry echoes into the woods, a mix of pain and pleasure that feels so right, it brings tears to my eyes.

“This what you want, pet?” Anders snarls in my ear as he pounds back in. “To be taken, bred by my cock?”

“Anders,” I gasp, “yes, yes,yes—oh fuck!” I cry out again as he drives into me, and this time, he doesn’t let me catch my breath. Anders sets a brutal pace, gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pounds me with speed and force no human guy could ever hope to match.

I can’t speak. All I can do is moan again and again until I know my voice will be hoarse. Anders takes me apart, leaving me drooling in the dirt, completely mindless with pleasure. I submit everything I have, all my thoughts, all my worries and cares, and let him take care of me in a way I hadn’t known I needed.

All my life, I’ve taken care of other people. Finally, just for this moment, I can trust someone else to give me what I crave. It feels selfish to have something all my own, something just for me. But damn it, I don’t fucking care.

All I care about is Anders’s heaving chest against my back, his animalistic grunts and snarls in my ear that would be terrifying under any other circumstances, his thick, hot cock stretching me full to bursting.

“Close,” I pant. “So, so close. Please. Don’t stop.”

To my horror, Anders pulls out, leaving me gaping and empty. Suddenly, I’m flipped onto my back. Anders looms over me, cock flushed red and leaking, slick with lube. “Want to see that beautiful face when you come for me, pet,” he says, then shoves my knees to my chest.

He practically folds me in half, but it’s worth it when I can watch the blissed-out look on his face as he slides back in, chasing away that horrible emptiness. It sucks that this one time is all I’m allowing us to have. I’d love to have his big dick rearranging my insides every day and night.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I fist my cock and stroke. Every muscle in my body coils tight, ass clenching hard around Anders’s cock. I’m so close, but only Anders can push me over the edge.

“Have I pleased you, pet?” Anders’s eyes glow preternaturally, his fangs sharp in his mouth.

“Yes, Anders, yes!”

He curls his hand around my cock and squeezes. “Then be a good pet and come for me!”

His name escapes me in a hoarse scream as I come, splashing his chest and stomach with my release.

Anders’s pace never falters as he relentlessly pursues his own orgasm. “Gods, Jamie. Want to knot your tight, perfect ass.”

Yes. That. It all sounds perfect. “What?” I slur.

“My knot will tie us together. It will give you the relief you need. I promise.”

Wow. My life really is a smutty shifter book.

“Give it to me, all of it. Please.”

With a low, desperate groan, Anders slams all the way in, and something at the base of his cock expands. The pressure inside me, the way I stretch around him, is all too much. The fire beneath my skin erupts as I come again and again, clutching onto Anders.

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