Page 8 of The Wolf

My gaze wanders to her full, round, milky breasts, jutting out so temptingly as if waiting to be devoured. My hands instinctively follow, massaging the soft flesh gently.

“So, how exactly does this work now?” Her voice draws my attention back to her stunning, freckled face.

“Well,” I begin, grinning, “my sperm is viable for fertilization only on the night of the full moon.”

Julia raises a brow. “It’s not the full moon tonight, is it?” Her voice dips lower as she inches closer to me.

I shake my head, my grin widening as I watch her anticipation grow. “No. It’s not for another couple of weeks.”

“Hmm…” she purrs as her hand slides up my chest. “Is there any chance I could get pregnant?”

I consider it for a moment. “I’d say like one percent just to be cautious.”

“That’s less likely than when using condoms! We can risk it,” she declares, her fingers skimming along my parted jaws to tilt my face toward hers. She beams at me, adding, “Besides, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen.”

My ears prick forward at her words, and my tail thumps rhythmically against the mattress by my side, its motion betraying the excitement coursing through me. That, together with my rapidly growing erection, of course.

“Oh yeah?” I lean closer. “You want me to put a baby in you?” I ask, my voice low, sensual. I let my teeth graze against her neck, and her breath hitches as she shivers, the warmth of her flushed skin driving me mad.

She slowly nods as her gaze meets mine. “Yes.” The headiness of her bouquet wanders straight to the very core of my being, igniting something wild within me.

“Right now?”

“Yes,” she repeats, her hips shifting down before she presses her enticing cunt closer to my swelling cock, silently begging for friction.

I grunt, my need for her flaring even hotter as I grip her ass, flipping us around. “Mmmm, I need to eat you first.” My extended tongue trails down her gently rounded belly as I kneel between her sexy thick thighs, spreading her legs wide.

A sharp gasp escapes her, and her whole tiny body starts to tremble beneath me.

“Look at you,” I compliment, my mouth salivating at the sight of her pink, puffy nether lips, opening for me so eagerly. “What a perfect little wet pussy. Beautiful.”

Dipping my head lower, my tongue spears her glistening slit, and I slowly lick her up and down, forcing a moan out of her.

“Fuck!” I growl against her wetness, my hands tightening at the backs of her thighs as my tongue laps at her divine juices with purpose now. I’m so hooked on going down on her, I don’t ever want to stop. Oh, and how hot she is for me! “So damn sweet, like heaven. I can never get enough—your taste, your scent, the way you moan for me. You drive me out of my mind.”

She lifts her head to meet my intense stare, a playful glint in her eyes. “How did you manage it before?” she asks, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants.

“I didn’t,” I admit, my tongue still pressed firmly against her pulsing clit. “I had to stay a couple of states away from you during that time.”

She lets out a soft, breathless laugh, though it cuts short once I dart my tongue deep inside her tight, soaked hole. And back out, only to repeat the action over and over. Curving it upward, I hit her G-spot with each drag while she frantically gyrates her hips, her delightful cries filling the room.

It's a shared experience. Due to our bond and how new it is for her, I can feel what she feels. Her sensations flow into me, every tide of passion that courses through her body resonates within me, amplifying my own arousal and my hunger for her.

But suddenly, a voice breaks through the haze of pleasure—my brother’s voice, echoing through my skull. My body stiffens, the instinct to respond battling against my carnal desire to finish the job and satisfy her.

Additional voices join in, growing louder and more insistent by the second.

I pull back, snarling, my annoyance clear as I try to block out the intrusion.

Julia sits up quickly, her brows furrowing in confusion, her eyes searching mine. “What happened?” she asks, her voice filled with concern.

“They need me,” I rasp, my tone overflowing with remorse.

Her fists tighten in the fur on the back of my head, dragging me down to her delectable dripping pussy again.

“No,Ineed you,” she demands greedily, closing her thighs around my neck. Her body quivers with unsatisfied need as she begs me not to stop.

Rotating on my back, I pull her with me, holding her over my gaping jaws as if I were about to swallow her whole. And when my tongue thrusts back into her cunt, my canines sink into the flesh of her mound, gripping her like prey.

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