Page 40 of Bred By the Wolfman

“Oh, fuck,” she mutters, winding her arms around my neck. I peer down my snout at her, and the unguarded need on her face ignites something in me. I squeeze her ass tighter, my claws sinking into her flesh as my cock slips farther into her. She cries out, but it’s pleasure, not pain, pouring from her soft mouth.

I need her to stay quiet, though, so I lean my head down and my long tongue darts out, tracing the junction of her lips. Dee’s eyes fly wide as I find an opening and invade her mouth the same way my cock is invading her cunt. Her muffled moan drives me even deeper inside her until my knot is teasing at her taut edges. I continue fucking her with my tongue as I pull my slick cock out, nearly leaving her completely. She whines against me, as if even this small distance between us is not acceptable. And it isn’t, not now that I have her in my arms.

I explore even deeper into her mouth as I drive in once more, returning home to her, staking my claim on her. She is mine, and I’ll make sure she knows it for as long as she lives.

sixteen

DEE

It is the most debauched thing possible to be enjoying myself as Bill’s tongue reaches my throat, his fanged jaws wide open above my face. He could clamp down on my head at any time, but I know he never would. I am literally inside the lion’s jaws, making out with him while he fucks me into a whimpering, sweating, mindless puddle. My legs are wrapped like iron around his waist, his huge, clawed hands holding me up in the air as he guides himself in and out of me, that immense, fat cock pushing every limit I have. I’m helpless in his arms as he brings me down onto him again and again, squeezing my ass in his claws so tight I wonder if I’ll have marks later.

I couldn’t care any less.

My Bill. No, it’s Russ. Fuck, it doesn’t matter. He smells like home, and having him inside me again is simply arriving back where I belong. My brain is light and airy, filled with his scent, with the heady delirium of having him inside me again.

I whimper and cry and wrap my arms even tighter around his neck, burying my fingers in his scruff with each mad thrust. That amazing cock of his is winding me up, spinning my pleasure around me into a whirlwind. I sob into his huge mouth as he glides on a river of both our fluids, that bulbous knot of his hinting again and again at what it would like to do.

His tongue snakes back out of my mouth, and there’s drool covering my face.

“I’m going to fuck my knot into you,” he says in that low, rumbling voice. “I’m going to stretch you wide, until your pussy can’t be filled by anyone else but me.”

My brain is foggy, so foggy with my bliss, that all I can do is moan, “Yes!”

He pumps his hips faster, harder, that bulge starting to squeeze into me with each deep stroke. As he commanded, I’m opening for him, allowing through a little more each time. The more I accommodate him, the greater the volley of pleasure that echoes through me, from my throat to my toes. Bill—no, Russ—shoves into me harder, and I buckle forward. He lowers his nose to touch it to mine, and I open my eyes to gaze up at him.

His irises are bright amber, his black pupils blown out and huge. The skin is bunched up on his snout in a vicious snarl, his teeth bared with each plunge inside me. More of his knot is working its way in, and I’m so full that I might simply pop like a balloon.

“Take it,” he rumbles. “Take my knot. Take all of me.”

“I will,” I sob, and then the rest of his thick, swollen cock finally slips through. But that’s not what sends me over the edge, tumbling into oblivion—it’s when he yanks it free, then shoves it into me a second, a third, a fourth time, that my body can’t take any more, and my orgasm shatters me.

I bury my face into the fur of his throat and scream as it shakes me like an earthquake. My wolfman groans as he slides in one final time, and then I’m clamped around him so tight, he can’t pull out again. He makes a strangled sound, almost like a kicked dog, and then he swells. Suddenly, teeth sink into the flesh of my shoulder, and the exquisite pain of the bite morphs into a mad, impossible pleasure, ratcheting up my climax into another mountain.

Then he explodes. His hot come fills me up in a rush so powerful I feel it slosh inside me, asking me to make even more room. Whimpering, he thrusts again, burying himself even deeper. As his own peak consumes him, his pumps grow shallower, and there’s a wet squelch as his excess spills out around his knot. Panting, he finally falls limp. Then he stumbles backwards, still buried in me, and comes to rest against a tree trunk.

I gasp for air, clinging to him like my life depends on it. He holds me around my ass, his knot stuck like a stopper, his jaws sunk into the flesh of my shoulder. Ever so slowly he releases me, and then the acute, painful sting of it finally hits.

“Ow, fuck,” I say, reaching up to cover the wound.

“I’m so sorry.” Russ stands up straighter and peers down at the damage he’s done. “I didn’t mean to do that. I wasn’t going to do that.” His cock twitches inside me.

“What is it? What did you do?”

“It’s my mark,” he says quietly. “Because you’re my mate, and I had to?—”

“I’m your what?”

Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Some monsters, like wolfmen and yetis and orcs, have life mates. I’ve heard people say it’s spiritual, supernatural, fated by a higher power. Others believe it’s simply hormones and instincts and genetic compatibility.

But Russ has decided I’m his mate...

“I knew it after the first time,” he says, then pauses to lick the wound. It stings, but also strangely, feels good. “You’re mine, Dee. You and the cub both.”

He’s speaking too fast, so fast I can’t keep up.

“Now that you know the truth,” he continues, his voice frantic, “you should move into my house, and?—”

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