Page 46 of Wishing for a Werewolf
She flashes me a heated smile and reaches for my erection, lifting up onto her knees to place me at her entrance. My fire slides down over me, the wet heat of hercore engulfing my cock with delicious pressure. Autumn rises and falls, taking me even deeper, and I am transfixed. Her hair and breasts sway in the most fascinating fashion, her face so expressive of her pleasure.
This is another new experience for me, being face to face. It’s bewitching to see her eyes flutter closed, to watch her lips part on a gasp. I’m so excited my balls tighten, ready to spend. Gritting my teeth, I hold off my orgasm, wanting more of her.
Eager to burn in her glorious heat.
My hips pump upward, meeting her slow descents until she finally takes all of me. “Goddess, you’re so tight,” I groan. “That exquisite little pussy of yours feels so good wrapped around my cock.”
Autumn whimpers, grinding down, keeping me buried in her sweet depths, and I release one hip to press my thumb to her clit, stroking over the sensitive nub. Her voice lifts in a wordless keen.
“That’s it, my fire. Burn for me.”
Her head tips back, her hair cascading like a sheet of flame. Then her muscles clamp tight, squeezing my length in a bewitching dance. I groan, the pressure divine.
Yet as soon as she’s done, a familiar urge possesses me. I long to be on top of her, covering her smaller body with mine. I wrap my arms around her and stand, bringing us to the floor, where I lay her down without letting my erection slip free. Then I’m up over her, thrusting deep.
Her breasts jiggle, and her hair slides across the floor like something alive. Autumn’s hands grip my upper arms, her human nails digging in with a tiny sting of pain that onlyadds to my pleasure. She makes these little noises, little sighs and whimpers of delight that drive me wild.
I drop down to my elbows, changing the angle, and her feet slide up the back of my thighs to dig into my buttocks. We rock together, my body pressing into her clit, my cock filling her over and over. I can’t get enough.
“Autumn,” I groan. “My fire.” Then words escape me, something more feral taking over. I pound into her, no longer able to go slow.
“Rune, Rune, Rune,” she says my name as a chant.
Desire races through my body, my every nerve on fire. My balls tighten again, and the base of my cock tingles like I’ve never felt before. It can’t be, can it? Is Autumn the woman who’ll spark my knot?
A ragged moan tears from my throat. Goddess, I want that. Want her locked to me for hours.
I ride her through her next orgasm, lost in the sight of her face flushed with pleasure, her sweet cries of delight, and the maddening dance of her core clenching my cock.
Then I can put it off no longer. My climax hits, lightning racing down my spine in a burst of pleasure. I pull partway out at the last second as the base of my cock swells in another tingle of delight.
By the goddess. Autumn has sparked my knot.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Autumn
Rune’s huge body collapses onto me with delicious weight as we lay still for several moments, each trying to catch our breath. He recovers first and thankfully rolls to the side right before it can become painful.
He brings me with him, his erection still firm between my thighs. In fact… is ittoofirm for a guy who just came? Something sure feels different. I reach down, my fingers brushing over the base of his cock, which is swollen to the size of a tennis-ball.
“What is that?” I lift my top leg to get a better look.
“It’s my knot.”
“Effing hell, it’s huge!” Yep, that’s sexy, sexy me, making eyes as big as a cartoon character’s. “How long does it last?”
“The stories say around twelve hours if I were inside of you. Like this, I’m unsure.”
“Stories? Don’t you know?” He did say he wasn’t a virgin-virgin, just a human-virgin.
“My knot has never formed for anyone else, my fire.”
I want to ask what it means. Is it just a sex thing, or could it be something more? But that’s a pretty heavy conversation for a first date. So I lie down, using his upper arm as a pillow, my fingers playing with the hair on his chest, springy and crisp against my skin.
He rolls onto his back, and I wince as he pulls me with him. “I vote we make it to the bed next time.”
He jolts upright, scowling as he pulls me onto his lap. His golden gaze scours my body, his hands searching for injuries. “I hurt you?”
