Page 39 of Bred By the Wolfman

“I would have dropped everything for you,” she says with a hiccup. “This could have all been different. Do you know how much I’ve thought about you? How much I’ve wished you were here?”

I reach out to stroke her cheek and she whimpers, the tears still flowing fast. This must be a shock with how overwhelming her emotions already are.

“I’m here now,” I say, flicking some of her tears away with my thumb claw. Dee’s huge eyes are spiderwebbed with red as she fervently shakes her head. “I’ve always been here, and I always will be.”

But when I say this, her eyes get even bigger. “Every time Boomer barked, that was because of you?” she asks, shaking her head in disbelief, her lips twisting. “You’ve been following me... for months?”

I nod slowly, not objecting to her raining down judgment on me. I will bear any punishment if it means we can come out on the other side.

“He’s a good dog,” is all I can say to defend myself. “You chose well. I’m glad you have him when I couldn’t be there.”

But Dee’s tears only come faster now. “You should have been there!” she cries. “You could have been there the whole time!”

“It’s not too late.” I curl my hand around her head and gently pull her towards me. At first she resists, but as I simply let her cry, she falls into me, burying her face in my fur and getting it all wet. Despite her objections, though, her hands are already roaming across my body, sliding up my back and tangling in the fur of my mane. Her scent changes, shifting from sour anxiety to a sweet, rampant desire.

I’m elated that I can elicit the same need in her that she does in me. What’s wafting up to my nose is unlike anything in the world, like one cloud in a perfect blue sky. Her smell is blooming, and my body is already answering its siren call. My fingers slide down her back, over the curve of her incredible ass, and her body jolts. I breathe her in, filling my nose with her, licking my lips while I think of everything I’ve wanted to do to her for months.

“I’ve longed for nothing but you,” I murmur in her ear as I draw a hand around her waist, then slide it over her swollen belly. Instinctually, her hips rise into mine, and I cradle where my cub is growing inside her. “My every waking thought has been consumed by you.”

“Me... me too,” she whimpers, pushing my hand down from her belly button toward her flannel pajama pants. “I can’t stop thinking about you, no matter how hard I try.” She’s shivering underneath me, her body responding to mine as I drag one finger over her mound, toward that blistering warm place at the crux of her thighs. That’s where I’m meant to be.

“Stop trying,” I murmur to her, “and let me in.”

In response, Dee presses into me, her pelvis grinding against my hand. Nearby, Boomer lets out a whine. I dip my finger lower, so I’m brushing over the layers of clothing between me and her perfect cunt. Her own hands wind down my hips, on top of my jeans, and she whimpers when I drag the pad of my finger down her seam where it’s hidden underneath her clothes. Instantly, the fabric turns warm, and I can already feel her wetness through it.

“Damn it,” she says, wriggling her hips to gain even more friction against my hand. “Stop teasing me and... and...”

“And what?” I ask, and it comes out a throaty growl. “Should I tear these off, right now?” I tighten my paws, digging my claws into her clothing, and her thighs squeeze around my hand. Under my finger, her sweet pussy pulses faster, hotter.

“Yes!” She’s grinding herself against me, her body telling me exactly what it wants. “Please!”

The wetness is seeping through her pants now, and Dee’s breaths speed up. My cock has already emerged from my sheath inside my jeans, and I’m more than ready to be welcomed into her wet warmth again. Oh, fuck, how I’ve needed her more than anything else.

“Then I’m going to remind you what it feels like to take wolfman cock,” I rasp. I puncture her clothes with one claw and then rip, tearing her pants and underwear apart right down the middle. She squeaks, but before she can move, I’m dragging my knuckle over her clit. A tremor travels through Dee’s small form as I dance across her sensitive, tiny bead, again and again.

“Remind me,” she breathes.

With my other hand, I unzip my own jeans, shoving them down my hips and tail. I’m not going to wait a moment longer. Not that I need to—I find my woman is slick for me already when I taste her soft folds with my knuckle, each petal decorated with fine hair. My eyes roll back in my head at just this sample, and I find the urge to lock my teeth in her shoulder almost overwhelming.

But I need to be careful with her and not get carried away.

With my leaking cock exposed, I press my bare groin to her lower back. She lifts her hips until she’s standing on her toes, fitting my length between her thighs. “I can’t do it anymore,” she says, her voice helpless. “I need you, right now.”

It sends a burst of flame racing through my body, hearing how desperate she is for me. I bend my knees so my cock can slide between her thighs and obediently, Dee spreads her legs. I glide across her wet sex, and it’s quickly driving me to madness.

“Wait.” She’s panting. “I... I want to look at you this time.”

This woman is going to fucking kill me. I snatch her by the hips and turn her towards me, and she tilts her head up to gaze into my face. Her blue eyes are big, and her cheeks are a bright, flushed red, her pink-brown lips parted. I don’t realize I’ve been holding her up off the ground until she lifts her legs and winds them around my hips. I hook both my hands under her ass, and there’s so much hot blood coursing through me that taking on her entire body’s weight feels like nothing.

Now my cock is trapped between us, the pink length of it sprawled across her swelled belly. Just the sight of this evidence of my cub inside her, poking out from under her shirt, makes my balls throb.

Her tongue darts out, licking her lips as she follows my line of sight down to where we’re almost connected. Her face goes slack. “That’s what it looks like,” she whispers, and my lips curl in a self-satisfied smirk. Drool drips from my fangs and lands on her soft, rounded stomach.

“Both of you are mine,” I growl. Dee doesn’t confirm or deny it, but she doesn’t need to. Even if she doesn’t accept it, it’s the truth—no one will ever get between me and my mate ever again.

I can’t wait a second longer. I heft her up easily, so her ankles are hooked over my hips, and the sloped head of my cock is pointing of its own accord at the soaked place between her legs. She shines in the moonlight, red and swollen for me. It takes all of my self-restraint not to simply impale her on my dick. Instead, I push through her outer folds and into the warm cavern waiting there, trying to hold back.

Dee moans immediately and clenches tight, even though I’m barely inside her. I shut my eyes hard, hoping I can move slow enough not to hurt her while all my instincts demand I drown myself in that divine pussy right now. I push deeper, asking for even more, and her pliant little body gives to me.

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