Page 73 of Wishing for a Werewolf
Needing to feast on her, I push her back down onto hands and knees, then shove the tiny skirt up onto her lower back, exposing her ass. A growl rumbles through me at the sight of her bare buttcheeks exposed by the thinnest strip of red satin. “By the goddess, Autumn, if I’d known you only wore this tiny scrap of fabric, I wouldn’t have been able to hold back as long as I did.”
She moans as I rip it from her and slide lower. My hands grip her hips, tilting them upward. “Look at this pretty little pussy, already so wet. I can smell it.” I take an audible breath. “I’ve been smelling your need all evening. It’s been driving me wild.”
My tongue flicks out, far longer than my fae one. I lap at her folds, her rich flavor bursting across my taste buds. I tease her swollen clit until she writhes and calls out my name, then I plunge into her, filling her sweet depths. Her core clenches around me, and I groan, imagining how good she’s going tofeel around my cock.
I alternate each stroke, laving her sensitive nub before burying my tongue inside of her, moving faster and faster until Autumn screams her way through her first orgasm.
Then I can’t wait any longer. I must take her.
“By the goddess, do you have any idea what you do to me?” I bury my hand in Autumn’s fire hair and pull until her back arches before me, her pretty ass high in the air. As the head of my cock teases her entrance, I lean forward until I can stare down into her face.
My aphrodisiac seed coats her wetness, and she trembles, gasping up at me. “Rune!” her voice is a high whine, full of need. “Oh, god, Rune!”
Seeing her on hands and knees before me is amazingly erotic. She’s so small, her bare skin so delicate, it sparks a feral need within me to take, to possess. It doesn’t matter that I’ve never had sex in my werewolf form—I know my heightened desire is all because of her, my fire.
I drag my erection up and down her folds, coating her with my creamy fluid. Then I bite off two of my claws, fist a handful of seed from the tip of my cock, and push it inside her, preparing her to take my larger size and partial knot. She clenches tight around my fingers, like a mouth eager to suck me in. “Fuck, Autumn. Feel how much your greedy little pussy wants my cock.”
“Yes,” she pants, those red lips parting as I use the hand in her hair to keep her back bowed. “So much yes.”
Unable to wait any longer, I grip her hips and thrust forward, burying myself deep.
Autumn screams, her walls fluttering around me as shecomes, the squeeze around my nascent knot intoxicating.
Heat and pressure surround me in pulses of delight that make my balls tighten. I grit my jaws, my fangs grinding together as I strain to hold on to my control. I refuse to let things end so soon.
The need to move, to thrust, grows too great. I pull out only to plunge forward again, the contrast between the cool night air and the fiery heat of her bewitching.
My fire whimpers with each thrust, needy little wordless noises that drive me wild. I pound into her over and over, taking her hard and fast. Our bodies slap together, the scent of sex filling the air, the mingling of her sweet spice with my musk satisfying on a primal level.
“Come on my cock, Autumn,” I growl. “Burn me in the sweet fire of your release.”
“Rune!” She screams my name to the sky, a howl to the moon shining brightly overhead. Her core clamps tight around me, pulsing in a maddening dance that sets me aflame.
Fire sizzles down my spine, flares through my tight balls, and shoots from my cock in a blaze of delight. The base of my erection burns, and I pull out partially just in time as my knot doubles in size. Then I push forward again, continuing to ride her, her wetness grinding against my knot as the pleasure goes on and on.
She comes again and again, her body shuddering with each orgasm as my knot thumps against her clit with every thrust.
Autumn’s knees finally give out, and my weight carries her to the ground where I continue to pound into her untilshe comes one final time, her voice a raspy cry of delight from screaming so much.
“My fire!” I roar, my hips snapping forward to press my knot tight to her as another burst of pleasure flares through me. I collapse onto her, covering her small body completely.
We lay panting for long moments. Then I ease onto my side, pulling my fire with me so we’re face to face.
“That was…” She blows out a breath. “I’m not sure I have words.”
I trace a claw over the side of her face, pushing her hair out of the way to better see her in the moonlight. “It was all right?”
“It was amazing.”
“You don’t mind that I was in this form? My cock’s bigger.”
She laughs, low and rich. “Yeah, not exactly a problem.”
Pride fills me to know I pleased her well. My tail curls over her thighs, and she shivers as it brushes over her skin, snuggling closer to me.
We stay like that, holding each other, as the nocturnal forest comes back to life around us. An owl hoots in the distance, and something small scurries through a nearby patch of ferns.
Autumn’s fingers burrow into the fur covering my chest, and she lifts her head from the pillow of my arm. “Can I see all of you?” she asks, voice quiet.
