Page 1 of The Wolf

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King

And just like that, all my hopes and dreams are suddenly in my arms. Three hundred years of loneliness are finally over.

Julia’s warm cheek is pressed to my pec as she lies on top of me. I move her messy copper curls away from her sleeping face to admire her beauty. She couldn’t be more perfect, even if I dreamed her.

My woman.

All fucking mine.

She smells even sweeter than usual, and I know she’s about to ovulate. Since the full moon isn’t anytime soon, it means we’re not yet in sync when it comes to fertility. And I’m more than thrilled we aren’t, because I’m definitely planning to fuck her senseless while her scent is so mouth-wateringly irresistible. Before, when I still watched her from the shadows during this time of her cycle, I used to keep my distance to avoid doing anything I would later regret. Our first interaction was already dubious enough for my comfort. But now that we’re bonded,everything is much more intensified, and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself if I tried—which I’m not going to even attempt.

I bet she tastes just as delicious.

Still buried inside her, my cock grows rigid, swelling by the second. Carefully, I turn us over so I’m above her, leaning on my forearms to avoid crushing her tiny body with my weight.

Her breathing becomes irregular, but her eyes remain closed, and I know she’s now only half-asleep.

I extend my tongue and lick across her neck to her pretty little pink nipple, watching in awe as it stiffens at the caress. I cup her heaving breast, loving how the warm, rounded flesh fills my hand. Then, I shift my attention to her other nipple and tease it lovingly.

Her heartbeat quickens, and she lets out a soft part-moan part-sigh, starting to writhe underneath me. At the same time, her inner walls contract, tightening around my already fully hard cock so snuggly that it gets pushed out. I look down and see how my release, mixed with her juices, seeps out of her plump pussy.

The view is immaculate, driving me insane. I might’ve gotten too eager last night because I can’t even count how many loads I pumped inside her.

But I quickly realize she must be sore as there are a few bruises on her creamy thighs. Farah completely healed her body after the battle we were trapped in last night by Julia’s parents' house. So I’m sure all of these fresh ones are my doing. It isn’t unusual for Julia to have one or two—that’s simply unavoidable, even with me being as delicate as possible—but notthatmany. Having her safe behind the Veil in my kingdom makes it way more difficult to be gentle.

Still, I won’t ever be able to lose control entirely with her.

I can’t.

Well, maybe in my human form, I could let go, though I don’t expect to be able to fuck her without shifting in the near future.

“Good morning,” I whisper in a raspy voice.

Julia rubs the sleep from her eyes before focusing her vision on me. “Is it morning already?”

“Actually, more like noon, West Virginia local time.”

She yawns, exhausted, arching her back to stretch below me.

We haven’t slept all that much during the night. We never made it downstairs for dinner, either. Yet, I still want her the same.

Is it an obsession? Beyond a doubt.

Do I care? Negative.

Tracing my tongue along her throat, I stroke my cock against the slit of her tender, juicy cunt.

“No, don’t even think about it!” She giggles. “I’m pretty sure you ruined me.”

“Not my treasure.” I nuzzle into her skin affectionately. Okay, I certainly took it too far, but this doesn’t mean I can’t still pick at her just a little. “I don’t recall you complaining,” I say in a serious tone before I parody hers, “Oh, Alex, harder!”

“Stop it.” She smacks my arm.

“Oh, Alex, deeper,” I go on, and her face turns as vibrant red as her hair. “The whole castle could hear you.”

She looks at me with wide eyes. “No…”

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