Page 57 of Bred By the Wolfman

“Thank you,” is all I can think of to say, and she smiles warmly. Then she takes a step closer, and another one, and now that she’s in my bubble and her smell is so delightfully close, all I want is to touch her.

So, boldly, I do. I let my hand come to a rest on her waist, and Dee gives a small nod of approval.

I think now I know what she was trying to say. She wants me, but she’s not ready for more. She’s not ready for the future I’m picturing, with the two of us working together to raise our cub.

But as long as I can have her in any capacity, I am more than happy.

twenty-two

DEE

Russ’s bedroom is as beautiful as the rest of his house. It’s nothing too ritzy, but the furnishings are minimalist, the appliances are stainless steel, and there are windows everywhere. The place is just full of natural light, and I know I would love living here.

I can’t picture that kind of thing, though. There are too many implications. What I can picture, however, is how Russ is going to look without any of his clothes on.

He lowers his eyebrows as I study him, and a wicked grin reveals all his teeth. He encircles me with his arms, drawing me over the threshold into the big, open room. Right in the middle is the biggest bed I’ve ever seen, with a blue comforter and blue sheets that match the curtains.

In silence, we each shed our clothes one article at a time. This isn’t going to be some wild fuck in the woods. When I’m naked, I sit down on the bed, and he kneels in front of me so he’s just slightly tipping his head to look up at me. His cold nose brushes mine, and then his lips graze my mouth.

The way he kissed me when we fucked, his tongue down my throat, is very different from what he’s doing now—sampling my lips with his own, which are surprisingly dexterous for the shape of his snout, and then gently sucking. My mouth opens of its own accord, and his tongue darts out, tracing the edge of my lips before sliding through.

Instantly my body warms at the memory of when we last did this, and I hear Russ’s breath speed up. He shudders under my hands, and his grip on my hips tightens.

“I’m doing it differently this time,” he says against my mouth, and his eyes are intense. With that, he pulls away from me, and then spreads my legs with one huge paw. His shoulders curl as he bends down, and I’m fully exposed to him.

He doesn’t go straight between my thighs, though. No, Russ drags his tongue down from my lips to my neck, where he circles right at the hollow of my throat. Finally, he loops it around one of my nipples, and then brings his mouth down to nibble on it.

“Oh, fuck,” I say, because I didn’t realize how sensitive they’d become. He pauses, but I sling my hands around behind his ears and pull him towards me again. With a chuckle, he puts his whole mouth on it this time, sucking it in between his lips and grazing it with just the very tip of his teeth. I squirm, and he lets out a satisfied sigh, like just that taste brought him immense satisfaction.

He repeats his assault on my other nipple, and gently cups both my breasts in his huge paws, the tips of his claws tickling my flesh.

“These are amazing,” he says, fondling them with the utmost gentleness before letting them go. Then his hands travel down to my belly, which is even rounder now than it was the last time we did this. The lust in his eyes softens, and he traces the curve with one claw before leaning down to press a kiss to it.

“Can I?” he asks, rubbing his ear.

I nod, even though I thought we were about to have sex. “Sure.”

He gently leans the side of his head against my belly, cradling the swell with his other hand. His eyes close, and his tail, which had been sticking straight out, slowly lowers to the ground.

“I can hear her heart,” he says in a quiet voice. I almost can’t make out the words. “It’s so fast.”

“Because she’s still small,” I tell him, stroking the fur of his head. Russ lets out a breath and wraps his other arm around me from behind, nuzzling my belly with his cheek.

That’s when, for the first time, she kicks.

“Whoa,” Russ says, pulling away. We exchange shocked looks. “Has that ever happened before?”

“No!” I’m a little stunned myself by how surprising it felt. “Never.”

He smiles broadly. “Maybe she knows when her mother is getting excited.” He continues licking and kissing his way down my belly, underneath it to where my legs are still spread wide for him. His sweet smile turns into a much more mischievous smirk as he surveys me there.

“Such a beautiful, furry pussy,” he hums, just as his tongue darts out to lick me. A shock travels through my body, so he does it again, and again I shiver all over. His licks grow faster, his tongue pressing down harder, and I wriggle as I moan.

Then he’s on me like a predator, claws digging into his comforter as he goes wild with his mouth, licking every part of me, sliding his tongue inside me like he did when we first met and pressing it against my inner wall, where he strokes it up and down. My body is even more sensitive than before, and it’s so good that it isn’t long before I break. For only the third time in my life, that hot liquid streams out of me, and Russ lets out a lustful groan. He licks my oversensitive clit, trying to grab up everything I’m giving him.

Fuck. That’s so hot. I can’t stand it.

“Russ,” I whimper, toppling back to the bed.

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