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His answer is a growl of need.
I run my tongue up his length, stopping before I reach the sensitive head, gazing coyly up at him through my lashes.
“My fire, no one’s ever…” Rune groans, his fingers tangling in my hair again.
My core clenches. He’s never had a blowjob? Shit, it’s so hot to think that I’ll be the first.
I lick higher, teasing the ridge of his head, then sliding over the tip. Milky fluid like sweet cream coats my tongue, and desire shoots through me in a burn of fire heading straight for my clit.
“Oh, god,” I pant. “What is this?”
“My seed is an aphrodisiac.” His golden eyes flare. “It’s to prepare you to take my knot.”
“Knot?” I pant, my eyes going wide. His dick gets even bigger? A whimper escapes me as I rub my thighs together, my needy nub demanding sensation.
But this is about him. I wrap my hands around the base and suck the tip of his cock into my mouth.
“Autumn!” Rune throws his head back, the tendons on his neck standing out in sharp relief.
My head bobs as I take as much of him as I can, his cock filling my mouth, hitting the back of my throat until I’m gagging a little… and loving every single second.
He grunts with every swipe of my tongue, his fingers flex at every suck. He’s so effing sensitive to everything I’m doing to him that it’s driving me wild. I squirm as I suck him, my clit throbbing with need, the ache in my core building and building…
“Autumn, my fire!” His hands tighten in my hair. “I’m going to—”
I take him deep, my cheeks hollowing with suction.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Rune
Lost in the delight of Autumn’s glorious mouth, I roar as my climax hits, a burn of pleasure zipping down my spine to pour through my cock. My hips snap forward, my hands tangling in her hair, holding her to me.
Fluid overflows her mouth and drips from the corners to splatter on her pretty breasts. The sight undoes me. Autumn on her knees, swallowing my cock and covered in my seed.
I’ve never seen anything more erotic… or more beautiful.
By the goddess, I think I’ll go mad with pleasure. My skin is so sensitive that the tiniest touch of her hands makes me groan. I never imagined what it would feel like to have Autumn’s mouth on my skin, let alone on my erection. The soft caress of her lips and the wet slide of her tongue undo me. Then there’s the pleasure of burying myself in her mouth. I groan. No one’s ever sucked my cockbefore—wolves don’t engage in such activities. I had no idea it would feel so wonderful, had no idea I’d missed so much, a vast expanse of sexual pleasure waiting to be explored.
And to think it’s Autumn doing it, willingly taking my cock into her mouth, those pretty pink lips stretched wide…
She pulls back, gasping for breath as the enticing little witch looks up at me with pleased eyes, holding me under her spell. I’m so excited my erection doesn’t subside. I could take her right now, bury myself in her sweet depths.
But I want to use this new mouth with its lips and tongue on her, bring her the pleasure she’s brought me. Another, more primal need fills me as well—I need to taste her.
Crouching, I scoop her off the floor and spin to set her on the chair. My fingers swirl through the seed on her chest, rubbing it over her pretty raspberry-dark nipples until they harden and she whines with need. Her breasts are as lovely as the rest of her and hold me enchanted, for how else can I explain my fascination with them? It’s yet another new thing to enjoy about being a man instead of a wolf.
I knead their softness, watching Autumn’s face carefully to see what she likes best. My fingers pluck at her nipples, teasing them to further hardness until she gasps and squirms. The first lick of my tongue makes her bury her hands in my hair, and I grin as she breathes my name. A feral satisfaction fills me when I taste myself on her skin—I’ve scent marked her as mine, even if only temporarily. I suck her nipple into my mouth, laving it with my tongue until she strains forward, her back arching off the chair. Then I repeat the pleasure with her other peak.
“Oh, god, Rune!”
I smile against her skin, eager to see what else my new mouth can do. Picking up one of her legs, I drape it over a padded chair arm before repeating the motion with the other.
My fire relaxes backward into the chair, splayed wide open in the soft glow of the reading lamp.
“Glorious.” I press my lips to her inner thigh, tracing my tongue over her freckles. “Perfect.” I kiss her other leg, sliding higher, my fangs scraping across her soft skin. A primitive need wells in my chest—I long to knot her, claim her as mine. It’s a surprising feeling, since my knot’s never formed for anyone before.
Autumn’s sweet and spicy scent grows lusher, deeper, and my mouth waters. Even though this is another thing I’ve not yet done, I can’t resist.
