Page 33 of One Night with the Werewolf
She remembers what we talked about, turns around, and takes off into the trees, her white sneakers flashing in the moonlight as she vanishes.
As much as I want to leap into action and chase after her now, I need to wait and give her a chance if this chase is going to be fun. I’m panting, sniffing the air, my cock already emerging from its fur sheath as her scent rides on the wind.
I’m going to devour her.
I wait and wait, growing ever more impatient, ever hungrier for my woman. My mate, for life. I know it now that I’m him, now that the wolf and I are one. She’s mine and only mine, forever.
Finally, I can’t stand it any longer. I have to find her, make sure she’s all right out there in the dark woods, and then bury my cock in her flawless body.
Dropping to all four legs, I let out a powerful howl, one that shakes the very trees. Then I take off into the woods.
EMELIA
Oh my god. I’m running from a fucking werewolf.
Yep, that was a real werewolf all right. Roscoe changed right in front of me, rising high above me, his bones snapping and then reforming, a tail erupting from his spine, ears rotating and then growing up into fluffy points. His mouth warped into a snout, his teeth becoming deadly fangs.
He is fearsome, with a dark coat the same color as his human hair and some silver around his muzzle and chest. His claws are like black daggers, and I almost regret the thing I said about scratching. His big nostrils had flared, breathing in my scent, and yellow eyes peered down at me as his tail twitched.
Then he told me to go, so I went.
Now I’m dodging tree after tree, hopping over logs and rocks, making my way along the side of the mountain. I’ll waste too much energy if I go uphill, so my best bet is to stay on flat ground and try to save my strength. I’m pretty fit, and I think I can get well ahead before he?—
Then I hear it, the howl not that far off in the distance. Shit. He’s that close already?
I speed up. Now I’m flying over the terrain, eating it up, my heart rate skyrocketing. Then behind me, I hear panting through the trees. A roar fills the woods, and then I remember it: the dildo.
Jesus, it was big. When Roscoe gave it to me, I thought he was joking. When I realized he wasn’t… I might have second-guessed all this. But I knew I couldn’t do that, so I took the dildo obediently and started working my way up to it.
I had seen his cock as it started emerging, and it’s no joke. It was slick and red and shaped to penetrate.
I’m ready, though. That creature back there was most certainly Roscoe in his rawest form. And he’s going to chase me through the woods and fuck me, probably on the forest floor.
Despite the racing of my heart, the pounding of my pulse and the drumming of my feet, I’m warm between the legs thinking of my Roscoe, my calm and sturdy man, roaring like an animal as he bounds behind me. The sound of his feet churning the pine needles surrounds me, so I don’t know which direction he’s coming from.
“Found you,” a deep, rumbling voice says. I stop in my tracks as he emerges from the woods in front of me, as if he ran an entire loop around me. He’s on all fours, fangs dripping with drool, his eyes glowing in the night. His tail thrashes as he rises to his feet, towering over me.
That cock is fully protruded now, shining in the moonlight. Everything glows silver as Roscoe lowers his head toward mine.
“Get on your knees.” It’s almost difficult to understand him through the werewolf’s jaws and teeth. “Now.”
I won’t argue with him on that. I peel down my leggings to my knees, then get down on the forest floor. Pine needles bite through the leggings, but at least I have some padding there. My hands aren’t so lucky.
Roscoe snarls, then drops to his four legs again behind me. What I don’t expect is the huge, wet tongue that lances out and drags across my exposed sex.
I lurch forward, shocked at the sensation. Roscoe does it again, licking me from clit to ass and then back. He plays with me, that big tongue doing absolute wonders.
And then, he drags it down and shoves it inside me.
“Oh!” I sag forward, not expecting that. Holy shit, though, does it feel good. It twists and rubs inside me, and I’m twitching and moaning as he delves deeper with it, pushing me open even wider.
Then, abruptly, he leaves me. Big, clawed hands land on my ass, and the wolf crouches behind me. His drooling cock is searching, smearing pre-cum all over me, until finally, he finds what he’s looking for.
It’s just as massive as he prepared me for. The sloped tip easily slips through, as recently as I used the toy he gave me. But the deeper he goes, the wider he is, until I don’t know if I can take any more. Just before I’m about to beg him to stop, he withdraws, giving me a moment’s rest.
Then he pushes in more. And more. Roscoe is growling on top of me with every thrust, muttering something guttural that sounds like my name. Claws dig into the flesh of my ass, dragging up my back and surely leaving marks. I moan at the pain, at the stretch, and he’s pulling me deeper and deeper into the pool of our pleasure.
“Mine,” Roscoe snarls, thrusting in a wild, feral rhythm. “All mine.”
