Page 86 of Ice Wolf
“I don’t know what to think.” I rubbed my hands over his shoulders, marveling in the muscles in his back.
As he lifted his head, he gave me a smile. “What if I was. Would that bother you?”
“I don’t know how to answer that.”
“You don’t, huh? Do you believe it’s possible?” He was still hard, his cock throbbing inside of me. He undulated his hips and I could swear his shaft was even deeper.
“You mean like aliens? Little green men coming to the earth to strip us of our resources?” I was joking, but his facial expression didn’t change.
He was searching for a real answer. He pulled out, teasing me before sliding into me again.
Another wave of electricity rushed through me.
“I think many things are possible, creatures we didn’t know existed found almost every year. But shifters? I don’t see how that’s possible. Is there something you need to confess? Maybe cleanse your soul?”
His laugh was husky and low and he pulled all the way out, easing me onto my toes and immediately turning me to face the wall. As he slipped his cock inside my pussy once again, the ache started to build in an entirely different way.
“There are properties within the universe we know nothing about and I do believe aliens exist. We can’t be the only creatures in all the galaxies.” His words seemed odd, as if he was testing me.
I planted both hands on the wall, keeping my head turned so I could try to see what he was doing. “Yes, I agree. Yet the idea that a beast of the wild could suddenly shift whenever they wanted, becoming a fully functional human is wilder than any concept of scientific research. I’d say the odds are low.”
“Hmm…” he breathed. “Maybe you’re right.” The teasing continued. He pulled out, thrusting into me again, the force driving me into the wall. “But wolves have certain properties close to mankind. In my eyes, it’s entirely possible they found a way to bare their soul while enjoying being human.”
He pressed the tip of his cock against my asshole and instead of tensing, I moaned from the anticipation of utter pleasure. “Okay. I’ll buy the possibility. But wouldn’t they be violent?”
“Why should they be any more violent than a human walking down the street?” As he pushed further inside, I took a deep breath. The ache was there, but so was the eagerness, the longing unlike anything I’d ever been able to imagine.
“True. Especially if they were trained.”
“Trained, huh?” He cracked his hand on my backside and I yelped. “You mean with discipline?”
“Yes. All wild wolves need discipline.” This was quickly turning into something different, but no less exciting.
“Maybe you’re right, my Lily flower. It’s something I’ll be certain to keep in my mind.” He brought his hand down three more times before pulling out, driving into me again. The force was perfect, the friction created keeping my skin tingling. As he jutted his hips forward, developing an incredible rhythm, I was thrown onto my tiptoes.
There weren’t just stars floating in front of my eyes, there were tiny beasts. Furry beasts. Was I envisioning sexy shifters? I bit my lower lip as amusement rolled through me. No one could say I didn’t have an imagination.
Even if it was rather skewed.
Every time he smacked his hand against my bottom, my pussy clenched. I remained so wet, the desire increasing. I’d never been a girl interested in pain, but the thrill of being controlled and disciplined was pushing me close to ecstasy.
“Such a bad girl,” he whispered.
“I am.”
“I guess I’ll need to punish you on a regular basis.” He brought his palm down four more times before gripping my right butt cheek.
My pussy throbbed, matching my racing heart.
He pressed the full weight of his chest against me and my breath was ripped away. His scent covered every inch of my body and if I had to guess, I’d say there’d be no reprieve anytime soon, his natural exotic fragrance that strong.
And sensual.
And addictive.
While he was gentle as he nuzzled against my ear, I sensed his extreme hunger was rising, encouraging the savage to finish his feast. I was cracking myself up, my imagination creating an entire new species. Perhaps I should go light on the books I chose to read.
“Can you feel me?” he whispered in a throaty voice.
