Page 94 of The Wolf

As if he wants to consume me, his gaping jaws clamp around my mound and ass, his teeth scraping my flesh with just enough pressure. His growls of satisfaction drown inside me as he moves with savage precision now, his rhythm unyielding. He takes what he wants, drinking my very essence, devouring me just the way I like it. My body trembles beneath him, the dirt digging into my skin as I claw at the ground, my hips rocking to meet his every thrust. There’s no tenderness here—only need, onlyhunger. He’s ravaging me, and I’m letting him… no,beggingfor it. For more.

When I finally let go, the release is shattering—my squirting pussy convulses with pleasure around his tongue, every muscle locked tight as waves of ecstasy crash over me. I cry out, the sound escaping my lips like a prayer, and it only seems to spur him on, his movements more frantic, more desperate.

He keeps tonguing me until I gush again, then moves back onto my overstimulated, engorged clit. I nearly die from pleasure as I erupt again, even more powerful. And when it’s over, when my body lies there, trembling and spent, he lifts me back into the position, mounting me from the back.

“I’m not nearly done with you yet. What are you doing? We’re just starting,” he rumbles behind me. The laugh that escapes him next is ominous… but it’s exactly what I need to recharge.

He yanks my legs apart with brutal efficiency, and I gasp as he presses the thick head of his cock against my slick folds, teasing me. The heat of him is overwhelming, and I writhe beneath him, desperate for more. But he doesn’t move, throbbing right at my entrance, his claws sinking into my hips to prevent them from bucking.

“You’re a fucking mess, baby, and I love seeing you like this… squirming for a wolf cock to fuck you raw like you need to be. But you must be still,” he orders, his voice a low snarl. “You don’t get to decide. I take you when I’m ready. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whimper, my breath hitching as he presses just a little deeper, stretching me.

“Good girl,” he praises, and I can hear that wicked smirk in his voice. “You’re so beautiful when you’re desperate like this, shaking beneath me, pleading for me to fill you up until you can’t walk tomorrow… or for a week.”

Leaning against me, his claws dig into the ground on either side of my head, his fangs just inches from my throat, his weight pinning me down. I can feel his dominance radiating across my entire body.

“Say you want this,” he demands, his breath hot as the tip of his tongue brushes the shell of my ear. “Say you want me to claim you, right here, right now.”

I don’t need to be asked twice. The desire, the need inside me is too much, overwhelming, like a tide that can’t be stopped. “I want it,” the words slip from my mouth. “I want you. Ineedyou.”

That’s all it takes. He pushes forward, his cockhead sliding inside me, and I mewl, my body arching beneath him. The stretch is intense, almost intolerable, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.

He pauses, letting me adjust. “Don’t fight it. You’re fucking made for this. To be stretched, filled, bred.” His voice is thick with need as he pushes a few more inches inside me. “You wanted me, and now, you’ll have all of me. Every part of you is mine tonight… I’m going to fill you so full, Julia,” he growls as he pushes deeper, down to the swollen base, making sure I feel every inch of him, “so fucking full, you’ll be marked by me forever.”

I’m half-unconscious because of his goddamn filthy mouth.

He slowly retracts, leaving me empty.

Then, in one smooth motion, he thrusts into me again, claiming me. I cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain, as he fills me entirely. I forgot how huge his cock is in this form—powerful and relentless, his girth almost too much for me to take. The fit is so damn tight that I can feel the texture of every single vein across his length, pulsing with raw need.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his voice softening just enough to help me relax while my cunt accepts his size,and molds around him. “Fuck yes! You’re so perfect for me, sweetheart. Taking me so well, stretching around me like you were made for me.”

I gasp, my hands clawing at the dirt as he begins to move, each slow, deliberate thrust driving him deeper inside me. The pressure is overwhelming, every inch of him pressing against my walls in ways that leave me trembling and gasping for breath.

“Feel that?” he growls, his hips slamming against mine as he plunges deeper, his knot forcing its way in. “That’s me, filling you. Marking you. Owning you.” His voice is rough and gravelly, but full of pride and possessiveness. He retracts before ramming inside me again. “You’re mine, Julia. Every inch of you belongs to me. No one else will ever have you.”

“Yes,” I cry, my voice trembling as the pleasure builds with every deep thrust. “I’m yours, Alex. Only yours.”

“Damn right, you are,” he snarls, his palms tightening on mine in the grass as he picks up the pace.

My body arches even more beneath him as his thrusts become harder, faster. The sound of our bodies meeting with the obscene slaps fills the air, mingling with his animalistic growls and my pathetic moans of pleasure and cries of pain. The fullness of him inside me is overwhelming, driving me closer and closer to the edge. His cock drags against my slick walls with every movement, massaging my G-spot while the tip pierces my cervix, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

I whimper beneath him, reaching an almost unbearable peak as his passion consumes me.

“Oh, yes! I can feel how fucking tight you are, squeezing and pulsing around me, trying to milk me dry while I ruin that cunt.” He grips my hair, tugging my head back to expose her neck, his teeth grazing my jugular. Thrusting even harder, his pace becomes relentless as he ruts in and out of me chasing his own release.

I feel my tears wetting my cheeks. “Alex… slow down... it hurts… I…”

“Come for me,” he growls, ignoring my breathless pleas for mercy, his voice rough and commanding. “Give it to me, Julia. Let me feel you squirt around me.”

I scream as the tension inside me snaps, my body convulsing beneath him as my orgasm crashes over me. My muscles clench around him, gripping his cock in the ultimate embrace, gushing down on him. My vision blackens, my head spins, and the pain no longer bothers me, replaced by impossible satisfaction.

He snarls, his voice thick with satisfaction. “That’s it. What a good fucking girl… So good for me. Fuck, baby, I’m getting close.” He tenses, and there’s a second of hesitation. “Tell me to stop,” he whispers into my ear, as if either one of us could end this now.

“I don’t want you to… Alex, don’t stop! Get me pregnant.”

He roars, biting into my neck where his mark is. “You’re such a dirty little slut for me. Oh, I love you.”

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