Page 32 of The Wolf

I’m aware that it only takes one wrong move for me to be no more, and it makes everything that much scarier… and that much hotter.

Although the thick silver collar around his neck keeps him bound, the sheer force of his sudden movement snaps the heavy chain off the wall mount. He slams my back against the opposite wall—hard—knocking the breath from my lungs as he attacks my mouth with his tongue. I can feel his craving, the depth of his need, as he savors me. He pulls me deeper under his control with his fierce passion, and I surrender into his arms. I’m even tinier in his hold now, as if I were just a doll, and it’s honestly so fucking sexy that my mind is blown. A deep, low moan escapes him, vibrating through my body, like an electric jolt snapping over every nerve fiber of my being, ending with a flutter of titillation between my legs.

I whimper quietly, arching toward him despite all the alarm bells going off inside my head. I know how wrong it is, but I can’t help how attracted I am to this animalistic side of him.

His mouth drifts lower and he brushes his parted jaws over my breasts, sharp teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he tastes me. His long, wet tongue flicks back and forth across my taut nipples, leaving a tingle behind each sloppy drag. His massive, calloused palms slide down, his claws raking over my waist. As he gets a hold of the backs of my thighs, he forces them wider apart with my knees pinned to the wall on each side of my trembling body.

Purring appreciatively at my submission, he lowers himself to his haunches. I’m entirely at his mercy, vulnerable and wide open, barely able to breathe. His intense gaze levels with my bare pussy, literally buzzing with excitement.

“Oh, you’re dripping for me already,” he rasps heavily, his eyes darkening lustfully, making my skin prickle with tension at what’s to come.

Burying his snout between my thighs, his gaze remains fixed on mine as he leaves a few bite marks on my flesh, humming in his sexy way. Then, his open jaws settle over my mound, his fangs digging into my lower abdomen, while he focuses on my center. He parts my puffy lips with his extended tongue, which fully covers my entire vulva, dragging it slowly from the very crack of my ass, up the depths of my pink slit, to my throbbing clit.

“Fuck.” My eyes roll to the back of my head as a powerful surge of pleasure sweeps through me. My body arches against his muzzle, powerless to the sensations he’s stirring. “Please…” The word escapes, though I’m not sure what I’m asking for.

His eager tongue laps at me relentlessly, the pace quickening with each noisy stroke. Suspended in the air, I can do nothing but take pleasure as he gets me all desperate to be filled. Iwrithe and moan as if possessed while he continues to devour me messily like I’m the most delicious dessert in the world. He builds me up, higher and higher, until I’m right on the edge of sweet release. And just when I’m about to reach the most intense climax of my life, he pulls away.

He straightens his powerful, muscled body, towering over me even as he holds me. My eyes level with his chest, my hips at his waist height while I’m still pinned to the cold wall with my knees scraping the stones and my feet dangling defenselessly by his sides.

His eyes glow a darker crimson, almost onyx black, as his wide mouth curls into a sinister parody of a smile, revealing two rows of huge, deadly teeth. His full erection presses heavily between my splayed legs, thick and pulsing, leaking generous pre-cum over my stomach and past my belly button, reaching the beginning of my ribcage where the pointed tip ends.

Eek!I fucked up.

12.

Queen

Knowing I’m in huge trouble, I’m afraid to even look at his cock… But I can feel just how gigantic it is, more eager than ever before, as it glides back and forth against my soaked folds, spreading its natural lubricant. His slick, veiny shaft throbs against me, teasing the most sensitive spots, radiating an almost searing heat against my skin. His growl vibrates in the air between us, low and feral, sending a shudder through my core.

“Alex, wait!” My voice trembles, catching in my throat, and I’m barely able to get the words out over my shallow breaths.

He doesn’t listen, and I know it’s too late now. “Wait?” His voice drips with dark amusement. “Didn’t you ask for a fucking beast? That’s exactly what you’re going to get, sweetheart.”

Fuck my life.

Lining his monstrous dick with my tiny opening, he presses the tip insistently against me. Impatient, he forces himself inside, inching just barely past the head. My mouth falls open in a silent scream and my thighs tense as a shocking sting travelsall the way up to my head and leaves me dizzy. I already feel full, and the pressure is so intense it’s almost unbearable.

Yet, he doesn’t give me time to adjust. He lays his hands flat against the wall, thrusting his hips and impaling me further down on his shaft. It’s hard as steel, textured with the grooves of his thick, engorged veins rubbing against my constricted walls. It hurts, much more than I thought it would. Even as slick as we both are with a blend of our arousal fluids, it’s still a werewolf cock, larger than he’s ever been, being rammed inside my small human pussy.

But I don’t stop him.

Along with that pain, there’s also the delicious sensation of being stretched to the limits. My heart pounds in my chest, my skin prickles, nerve endings alight, and my breath catches in my throat with his every push. More adrenaline rushes through my veins as a shiver of terror mixed with strange, feral excitement ripples through me. It all comes together—pleasure mixed with pain, the fear, the taboo of it all, and finally, my love for him.

Inch by inch, he slides deeper, and I can tell he’s trying his best to be gentle enough not to kill me—literally.

“Look at you take me,” he murmurs with a rough admiration in his tone while he watches intently as I accept more and more of his rigid, swollen length inside me. “You love that big, fat cock in your tight little pussy. Don’t you, baby?” His words are full of dominance, and a flush spreads up my chest, heating my face as I nod, unable to speak. But he isn’t satisfied with that. “Say it,” he demands, piercing me with his eyes. “Tell me how much you love it.”

“Yes.” It’s more a whimper than a word, but he takes in the encouragement as he continues to penetrate me even deeper. The friction sends a mix of pain and electric thrill through my body, heightening my senses. That sweet stretch is stillnoticeable, my inner muscles grip him so tightly as if my tender pussy were trying to strangle him.

“Yes, what?” His tone sharpens, demanding.

“Oh, I love your cock inside me!” I gasp, and his gaze darkens further as my admission slips out.

We moan mutually when every part of him but the knot fills me, and we stay motionless for a while. But he can’t help himself, his instincts are in control tonight. He begins to rut in me, though, still somewhat holding back. His breathing is jagged, his muscles flexing under my hands as he presses forward, his length filling me more and more until I can barely breathe.

Perhaps I’m sick in my head to the point of debauchery, but to me, the fact that he puts so much effort into staying this restricted during the full moon is the biggest love confession he could ever give me.

I grip him so tightly, as if my body is trying to trap him there, holding onto every tiny part of him, and I keep moaning louder.

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