Page 29 of Twice Bitten
He let go of my hair and laid his hand across my throat—and squeezed, calluses rough against the sides of my neck.
“I can feel my cock moving in you,” he gasped, and squeezed again, harder…and that was it, I fell down and down, back bowing and stomach clenching as I came, thrashing and trying to moan and digging my fingers into his thighs.
Jack pulled out, pulling a hoarse cry out of me at the same time. I fell back onto the bed as he took his hand away, but he left the other on my throat—and he pinned me down by it as he took his cock in hand and stripped it fast and hard.
Hot come spattered my chest.
At last I could get a full breath, and I sucked in air, panting, floating there with my eyes half-lidded, watching as Jack hung his head down, breathing hard, big hand still loosely holding that enormous cock.
I couldn’t believe I’d had it in my mouth, in my throat.
And I couldn’t imagine what it might feel like really inside me, and now I probably wouldn’t find out. I’d need to move, once that became possible again, and get dressed. Leave. Jack would lie down and fall asleep, no doubt, since that’s what every man who’d ever taken his pleasure from me had done in the past. And I’d sneak out while he napped.
I let my eyes fall all the way closed. Not that I hadn’t had my pleasure too, after all. The aftershocks kept coming, quivers up and down my spine, and I had that feeling of such complete exhaustion that my fingers twitched restlessly.
And I’d wanted that—I’d practically begged for it. Initiated it.
I still felt hollow and wrung-out.
The mattress dipped and bounced as Jack shifted his knees and moved down my body.
Looking at him would’ve taken more courage than I had right at that moment. Besides, I wasn’t sure my eyes would open.
They popped open like my eyelids had springs in them as a hot tongue swiped over my belly.
Jack had leaned down, his dark head hovering over my groin. And he licked again, chasing the come we’d both left all over my torso. Another lick, this time closer to my hip, and shivers radiated out in all directions.
He glanced up and shot me that wolfish grin.
“What, did you think I’d finished with you?”
“Oh, gods,” I moaned, as he mouthed over my hipbone. “Yeah. Fuck, please, yes, I did, but…”
“But what?” he whispered into my inner thigh, pressing a kiss there that had me spreading my legs again, wanton and helpless.
One of his hands slid up the other leg, fingers teasing into the crease of my groin, almost where I wanted them.
Inside me, I needed them inside me, and then…did I really want to be bruised and battered at both ends, from that enormous alpha cock? I bit my lip and tried to hold in another moan, and it came out a whine instead.
“I’m not sure I can take it,” I gasped.
Jack lifted his head, and our eyes met. The glow had faded a little after he came, but it’d started to shine through the icy blue again.
“You’re going to take it,” he said matter-of-factly. “And my knot.”
Oh, fuck, I’d forgotten about his knot. Which would be bigger by far than the girth of the rest of his cock.
My eyes went wide, and I might have argued in a spirit of not wanting to be torn in half, but he bent down again, spread my legs with his big hands on my knees, and kissed me.
There.
Oh, Jesus fuck, he had his mouth on my…his tongue pushed in, and…so hot and wet and filthy and wonderful, opening me up, demanding entrance to the inside of me, teasing and flickering and licking.
“What are you—Jack, you can’t—”
“Oh, yes, I can,” he growled, and then he forced his tongue into me all the way, thrusting past that little ring of muscle that tried and failed to resist the intrusion.
I let out a cry that echoed off the dusty ceiling and must’ve been audible to every werewolf in the pack house, but I didn’t give a flying fuck. My limbs flailed, but Jack pinned my legs. My hands landed in his hair, scrabbling for purchase in the short strands.
