Page 48 of Moon Blooded Breeding Clinic (Cambric Creek 3)

She exhaled on her pullback, drool connecting him to her mouth, and he groaned again.

The flared edge of his frenulum caught her lips as she began to bob her head, fluttering her tongue against his underside, sucking the meat of him on every pull back until he moaned, digging his fingers into her dark red hair.

When his hips began to cant shallowly, Moriah opened her eyes, hypnotized by the way his balls swung with the movement, until they had pulled up, tight to his body. His head was tipped back, and his eyes scrunched shut when she finally pulled back, gasping as she released him.

“Get ready for the splash zone,” he choked, making her laugh again. “You won’t hurt my feelings if you duck and cover.”

“Finish in my mouth,” she instructed resolutely. “I want to taste you.”

The first burst hit her tongue a moment later, and she listened to him wheeze above her as her mouth was filled. Moriah realized he’d not been exaggerating when his release began to drip down her chin, overflowing from her mouth. He led her hand to his knot, allowing him to wrap her fingers around it with his own before squeezing. When she squeezed, he moaned, and she decided there was nothing else she wanted to do with her hands ever again. He looked vaguely horrified when he finally slipped from her lips, seeing the mess running down her chin and pooling against her breasts, hauling her up to the bed to bury his face between her legs again.

When he covered her body, her back pressed to his chest and his arms braced around her, his hips rutting into her without slowing, she wondered if this was what it would be like being taken on her hands and knees in the woods while he was a wolf.

“Come with me this week and find out,” he groaned against her neck when she voiced the question, and her blood thrilled.

Moriah wasn’t sure what she’d been thinking when she sat beside him in a pickup truck two days later, kayaks in the flatbed and his hand on her knee, but she couldn’t find it in herself to complain. The cabin he took her to sat on a crescent corner of a giant, glittering lake, surrounded by towering pines and the Black Hills beyond, owned by one of his brothers who wasn’t using it, he’d said.

She hadn’t been kayaking in years and found that her arms got very tired very fast, and when he balanced her on the nose of his, she shrieked every time it rocked. They’d stripped naked and swam in the icy cold water, not that the temperature had calmed the turgidness of his erection, and when he took her on the lake’s edge, balls slapping into her, grunting with every thrust, Moriah wasn’t sure how she was supposed to make a decision that would include potentially not seeing him again.

She sat curled on the sofa, unsure of what she was meant to do when he left her. The moon was high in the sky, and darkness had settled around the cabin before she crept out the back door slowly, uncertain of how she would find him. The kayaks were in the same place where they had left them earlier, on the lake’s edge, their wet clothes hanging out on the line. It was then that she spotted it. Him. Lowell.

She didn’t know what she was supposed to be feeling, but the heat that coursed through her, the desperation for the shadow she saw at the water’s edge, was not it; she was positive. He was huge. Bigger than she was anticipating, dark brown and shaggy, and fear stopped her heart when he approached her. His claws were long and his teeth were sharp, but his eyes held the impish merriment that she had quickly fallen for, and when he lowered her to the ground, she’d sunk her fingers into the thick, dark fur at his neck.Thiswas what being with a werewolf was.

His cock was dark red and glistening, riddled with thick veins, rising from a short, dark-furred sheath. His balls hung heavily beneath, and when she dipped her tongue into the concave tip of his strange-looking cock, he growled, low and throaty.

He had already licked her pussy better than any man of any species ever had, and his wolf had apparently retained that skill, for the first drag of his rough, pink tongue between her thighs sent her head lolling. She was supposed to feel ashamed with herself, she was sure of it, but as his tongue scraped over her clit, back and forth, his muzzle burying into her, seeking the source of her honey, Moriah couldn’t find it in herself to care. He licked her with increasing fervor until she came against him, tightening her grip in his thick fur, and she continued to moan as he lapped up her release, his thick tail swishing behind him in the most adorable, Lowell-esque display of excitement that she could have dreamed up, his hips already thrusting upwards into nothing.

Perhaps she was more accepting because she had already been in relationships with other species, for she wasn’t afraid when he entered her, even if the girth of his giant cock felt as if it were cleaving her in two. Moriah had thought their couplings at the clinic had been frantic and fevered, but nothing had prepared her for the way he fucked her as a wolf. Hard and fast and deep, every hilting within her made her cry out and her eyes bulge, and she pressed a hand to her lower belly, able to feel the shape of him rearranging her insides with his thickness.

His knot threatened on every thrust, and the final pop of it within her made her scream, and the pressure of his semen filling her, rope after rope, pulse after pulse of heat made her head drop and her eyes roll back, but it wasstill Lowellshe reminded herself. It didn’t matter if she’d only known him for two months, for she was half in love with him already. It was probably hormones, and because they were both lonely, but that was why she saw a therapist and was the sphinx’s job to sort out, Moriah decided, reaching an arm back to grip his thick fur again as he emptied into her.

“Good boy,” she moaned, feeling his chest vibrate behind her, clawed hands tightening at her hips, drawing her even closer, and his cock in deeper. “That’s my good boy.”

When a howl came from somewhere over the tree line, he left her, streaking into the forest like the wind, and she had retreated into the cabin. She felt the bed dip sometime before dawn, pulling him to lie against her. He was weak and slightly feverish, and she stroked his hair until his body slackened, and that’s where she stayed for the next several hours.

Moriah considered — as she ran her fingers repeatedly through his smooth dark hair, still overlong and curling against his neck — how she could do such a thing as what she was contemplating. How could she have a child with him and not let him know it? How could she have a child with a werewolf at all and try to make it into a human like her? How could she give up her dreams of having a child for a man that she had just met two months ago, if that was even the reason for her waffling? None of it made sense, and she still wasn’t any closer to an answer.

When his thick eyelashes fluttered, his eyes opening slowly, she grinned down, leaning until she could brush her lips against his temple.

“Oh, yeah,” he sighed happily. “There’s that one-on-one babying I live for.” Moriah laughed, tugging his hair as her fingers moved through it. “I really don’t get why you want to have a baby when I’m literallyrighthere. I’m a child, and I love being babied. Plus, I’m already housebroken. That’s a win-win.”

He pulled her to lie beside him, cracking his back and stretching until something popped in his shoulder, and he winced.

“People think the change is hard, but they’re wrong. It’s the putting back together that sucks.”

She led his head to her breast, and he hummed happily again.

Moriah wondered as he drifted to sleep once more if he was right.He’s right here. Best of both worlds and a definite win-win.

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Lowell

HE HADN'T ANTICIPATEDthe way her heat would affect him.

He hadn't lived near other werewolves in Tokyo, there were none in his building that he was friendly with at the very least, and if they were there, they made themselves scarce the week of the moon. Nikkia was horny every day of the month, always eager to suck his cock, eager to bend over and let him stuff her full. He had other fuck buddies around town, but having a lagomorph next door had been like winning the lottery, with the excellent bonus that they had become good friends. They made dinner together, watched trashy TV together, and did their shopping together. Feelings had never been a part of it beyond friendly affection, and he had never needed to worry about sniffing out a heat from his apartment.

Now everything was different.

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