Page 43 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
His fingers were stroking my clit, and his tongue had found a way through my pajama collar to my throat, licking over my pulse and around my jaw.
"Gonna be?" I asked, too breathy.
"Never letting you escape. You're stuck with me, berry," he growled.
I laughed again and he joined me, but his hips didn't stop surging into my ass, cock stroking sweetly in my cunt, tip rubbing at my front walls.
"I don't—I don't like working on a farm," I moaned, head twisting and stretching in my makeshift blindfold.
"You're shit at it," he agreed, breathless too now. "But I'm strong and I know what I'm doing."
"I want a big tub."
"You're gonna need it. I'm gonna leave you so sore, berry. Gonna rut you every morning, every afternoon, every night. And still keep the farm running."
"I can't be stuck in uncomfortable positions every time," I said, arching my breast into the hand that'd risen to hold it tight.
He barked out a laugh. "Special occasions, berry."
It was actually a pretty good offer. Better than I'd had in mind. And like he said, I was stuck with him now. I giggled again, grinning inside my pajama shirt.
"Put your leg up."
I raised my leg and his slid between, his cock sliding in another inch, and the pair of us moaning together.
"Are you going to knot me?" I asked, and I sounded more like I was begging him to than worried about the size of the knot.
"Ugnnn. Come for me, berry."
I was basically there, and I refused to give his command credit for the act. But I would give credit to his thrusting forward and his fingers swirling on my clit. I came with a happy little sigh. Fireworks would be saved for another time, and he'd already set off more than his fair share this week. This was just a lovely, simple, relieved orgasm, soft and feathery and rushing through me like honey.
And my bastard of a werewolf mate pulled out before it was over.
"Hey," I growled.
He huffed and grunted and the headboard shook, and then the leather strap loosened. I pulled my arms free and yelped as my pajama shirt was torn off over my head. The bed slapped against my back, and I got a brief and stunning glimpse of the werewolf who'd been driving me mad for days.
He was sofluffy!
I gasped, eyes wide on a brilliant copper gaze, and a black snout, and a wild mane of umber-brown fur, and sharp white canines.
"Not done with you, berry. You're gonna do that again," he snarled down at me, and my heart skipped a beat at the promise in the vow.
+1. ON HIS KNOT
“HOLY SHIT OOWWW!" I shouted, eyes widening and hands slapping at the chest above me.
I'd gotten a lick on the cheek. A promise of another orgasm. A brief view of my mate. And then I'd gotten plowed to the root, my head bouncing against the headboard, and amassiveknot of pounding flesh forcing itself inside of me.
"Sorry," he snarled. "Fuuuuck, berry, fuck, I needed you. I need you."
He was trembling above me, and he held still for once and oh my godlook at him.
He was beautiful. I'd wondered if he had some objection to seeing me, or me seeing him, but I'd tossed any concern aside. I may have been a moderately lazy and somewhat vain woman, but I wasn't shallow. And maybe some womenwouldhave objected to the teeth bared in their face, or the blunt black nose and flaring nostrils puffing hot air. But I'd known what he was from the start, and I couldn't have cared less.
I reached up, the burn of his knot's entry settling down enough for me to stop wanting to scratch and shove him away. He held himself frozen as I dug my fingers into the fur around his jaw, but he rumbled and his ears twitched as I started to pet and explore.
"Mmmm, that's nice," he slurred, hips nudging into mine.
