Page 63 of Bred By the Wolfman

She sits up and cocks her head at me. “What could possibly be more important than fucking me right now?” she grumps.

“I promise, this is.” I kneel down between her knees in front of the bed, and her blue eyes get even bigger as I pull out the tiny box.

“Russ...?” she asks, her lips pursed in a way that’s supremely cute.

“Dee.” I pop the box open, and she goes straight as a rod. Her eyes dart down to the tiny ring inside, then back up to my face, her mouth open. “I know it’s been... quite the road to get here.”

She nods, her eyes already getting wet.

“But I can’t see my life without you,” I continue. “I don’t want to ever live without you. So will you please marry me? And be mine forever?”

She’s frozen like that, and for a moment I think she’s going to turn me down. But then she flings herself at me, completely naked, and wraps her arms around my neck. Her wet eyes rub against my cheek as she hugs me for all I’m worth.

“Yes, you big, silly wolfman,” she says, bringing in my snout to kiss the bridge of it, as she enjoys doing. “Let’s get married.”

My paw shakes as I slip the ring onto her slender ring finger, and the jewel glints under the moonlight coming in the window. Then I sweep her up into my arms, encompassing her whole body, reveling in the knowledge that she’s mine just as much as I am hers.

“Now take off your damn clothes,” she says, and I bark a laugh.

Once she’s spread out in front of me, I strip off everything, until it’s just my fur and her skin. I’m about to descend on her like the animal I am, when she puts a hand on my chest, pushing me back into a crouch, my cock pointing towards her.

“Someone needs attention,” she says mildly, licking her lips. Then she gets on her hands and knees in front of me, and takes my length into her small fingers.

Faster than lightning, her mouth is on me, and I can’t help a primal groan. My tongue lolls out as she immediately brings me deep into her throat, her lips dancing along the underside of me. She makes all sorts of delightful slurping sounds as she pumps me with her hands, occasionally stopping to play with my furry balls.

“Are you going to put these to good use?” she asks, licking the fluid off the tip of my cock. I almost can’t answer, I’m so hungry to be inside her.

“Yes,” I try to say, but it comes out a ragged growl. “They’re full and ready to put a cub in you.”

“Good.” She gives me a final suck, like one would clean off a popsicle stick, and retreats up the bed. I watch her curiously as she gets on her knees, then hooks her hands over the headboard so she’s facing away from me, and her ass is up in the air.

Oh, fuck. I know what she wants.

I have to lick the drool off my fangs as I creep towards her, just remembering how I walked into that white-tiled room so long ago to find this in front of me, waiting for me. Her cunt is still so lovely, embellished with curly dark hairs that make me ravenous for her.

When I lick it, dragging my tongue through her creases, she grunts in displeasure. “Russ, please. Don’t make me wait.”

I arch an eyebrow, because usually she doesn’t have a problem with me drinking her up before I fuck her. She writhes and cries and often gushes all over my muzzle.

“So, that’s how much you want another cub with me?” I ask her, rising up onto my haunches behind her. I grab her ass with both hands, gently pressing my claws into her soft skin. “You want to get fat and round with me again? You want me to make you a mother a second time?” I guide my pink cock toward where she’s waiting for me, slick in the silver light. Even her lovely pussy has changed since birthing my cub, and I can’t wait to be inside it again.

“Yes,” she moans. “Fuck all of it inside me. Please, Russ.”

My eyes roll back in my head as I slip the tip between her soft, swollen folds. As always, I have to hold myself back from simply plunging into her and unleashing everything I have to give. I test her first, and she rocks back against me, trying to take more.

“Give me another baby,” she moans, and I can’t help it any longer. I thrust into her, and she cries out at my invasion. She’s so wet for me that it’s easy to slide back out, and then press in again, skating on a river of her eagerness.

But I don’t give her my knot yet, not right away. I simply make love to her, languidly stroking in and out of her, seeking all the places that make her say my name like a prayer. When I find her favorite spot, I pick up my pace, targeting it relentlessly until she’s trembling, her tight sheath clenching and spasming around me.

“Russ,” she whimpers, her arms giving out underneath her. All I have to do is lick the scar of her mating bite, then she lets out a full-throated scream as she meets her pinnacle, and I almost lose my battle not to go off inside her.

But I’ve waited this long to find her, and I can be patient a little longer for my mate.

twenty-five

DEE

I orgasm so hard that my vision swims. I bury my face in the comforter, my muscles still twitching as I recover. But while I’m still sensitive, Russ starts moving inside me again, one slow inch at a time.

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