Page 66 of Wrestling With Werewolves

My omega shudders and crawls off my lap, obeying Big Daddy’s order as I grip my dick and stroke. Goddess, I could come just watching her listen. Why is that so unbearably hot?

Because her.

It was a rhetorical thought.

Everything is because of her. For her. About her. In support of her. She is the center of everything, he states.

I can’t disagree as I crawl up behind her and drag my nose through her swollen, puffy folds. My seed drips from her, coating the backs of her legs and that gorgeous pussy.

You took us so fucking well, Luna, Big Daddy praises. But we’re just getting started, baby. I’m gonna put my tongue inside you and lick every inch until you’re coming, and then I’m gonna knot you so hard, you black out again.

Lola whines and shifts from side to side, her pussy swollen and needy.

I’m drawn by that tether that connects us now, crawling on top of her as I line myself up with her and drive deep.

“Fuck!” she screams into the consciousness we now share.

Yeah, we’re gonna. Big Daddy laughs. Scream for us, Luna. I wanna hear how much you love us while you come.

I grip her hips and pound into her from behind, her combined thoughts and Big Daddy’s salacious commentary stoking the flames of another orgasm from me. She comes when he calls her a good girl, and her pussy flutters and tightens like a clamp around me.

She’s gonna fucking lock us, Big Daddy howls victoriously.

And because she can hear our thoughts now, she laughs even as her body takes over, a ring of muscle inside her channel swelling around the base of my knot to lock us into place. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, like she’s swallowing me whole and sucking my soul out through my cock.

Big Daddy fills our shared space with absolute joy as we come, Lola’s screams raising the hair along the back of my neck. When orgasm fades, I roll us onto our sides to rest until her lock and my knot deflate enough for us to separate.

She whines, so I stroke her shoulder where I bit her, causing her to shudder and rock against me.

Easy, Luna, Big Daddy admonishes gently. Don’t move your hips, or you could tear, baby. And we don’t want that. Because the moment you can separate, I need your teeth.

Lola whines again, reaching between us to grab my sack and roll my balls between her fingers.

“Sweetheart, if we want things to go down, that ain’t the way,” I say with a laugh.

“I was thinking about pegging you,” she muses, her voice a whisper.

Say what now? Big Daddy’s ears prick up with concern.

Rolling Lola over onto her belly, I shift so that she’s supported, my hips pressed to hers as I straddle her from the back. Dipping down, I bury my nose in her hair and kiss the back of her neck and shoulders, everything I can reach without moving my lower half. “I want it. If you can think it up, I want to try it. Every toy. Every position. Every fantasy you have, I need to make it happen.”

Lola pushes onto her elbows, rubbing her cheek along mine with a happy hum. “Good, because I have a lot of ideas, Richard.” Her head dips low as sweat breaks out along the back of her neck. “Goddess, this fucking heat.”

Reaching down, I prod at my knot to find it slightly deflated. Her lock pulses and moves around me, forcing a well-pleasured grunt from my lips. But it relaxes enough for me to pull out of her.

Roll over, omega, Big Daddy commands. Find your spot and bite.

“You’re awfully bossy,” she chides him, flipping onto her back and shifting onto her elbows.

All that movement does is highlight her perfect, firm breasts. I can’t resist bending down to lick one taut nipple, pulling the tight skin between my lips and teeth as Lola lets out a soft, needy whine.

“Right here,” she says, touching a spot just under my chin, right over the most vulnerable part of my throat. “That’s where I want to do it.”

I shudder and sit upright. I was planning to let her bite me on whatever schedule she wanted, but the idea of her yanking my head back and sinking those fangs into me has me throbbing with need. Blood rushes through me, dick pulsing as I stare in wonder at this woman the goddess crafted for me.

“Where do you want me?” My voice sounds roughshod and well-used.

All that screaming, Big Daddy reminds me with a flick of his tail.

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